Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 134 Los Angeles Base
The location here is indeed excellent.

Three years into the apocalypse, the Luozhou base still stood firm, but what happened afterward remains unknown.

Currently, the perimeter wall of the Los Angeles base is not yet completed. You can see temporary structures using wire mesh and cars as walls, as well as people and cranes moving construction materials.

This place is on a completely different level from that fake and substandard shelter in the ancient village. The watchtower is over ten meters high, and the gate is made of five or six meters of steel plate.

Traditional skills infrastructure is not something to be taken lightly.

As the sun gradually set, the only people outside the base were patrol personnel and survivors at work.

The temperature was too high at noon, so the work at the shelter was mainly concentrated in the morning and evening after sunset, so the efficiency and conditions were naturally very different from before the apocalypse.

The SUVs and RVs at the front of the convoy immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Such a luxurious setup is extremely rare; walking down the street is practically like having "fat sheep" and "one-hit kill" etched on your forehead.

Let alone ordinary people, even teams of talented individuals would be afraid of having their cars stolen if they drove these vehicles on the road.

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I heard that there was an older sister who died before they even reached the shelter.

It seems this isn't the first time they've sent a child to beg for things.

In the apocalypse, everyone is struggling, so where would anyone have the resources to give her? And nobody bothered with other people's business anymore.

"Didn't get any again? What's wrong with you? Your brother is still waiting at home for you to bring food back. The little bit of food they give out every day is tasteless and has no nutritional value. And those people, they drive such nice cars but are so stingy." The woman complained unhappily.

Getting supplies is a win, not getting them is no loss. The patrol team is watching. Like last time, when the girl was pushed, Aunt Wang came out crying and making a scene. The other party was afraid that not being able to explain would affect her entry into the shelter, so they gave her a bag of instant noodles to calm her down.

Last time, a girl couldn't bear to give her a bag of oatmeal. It's rare to find something with a little sweetness these days. She thought that if she diluted it a bit, the two children could share it. But Aunt Wang turned around and gave all the oatmeal to her son, leaving not a single bite for her daughter.

Just as Song Jinhe and her group got out of the RV, a ragged, thin-looking girl, not very old, hesitated and walked over.
"Sister, could you give me some water and food? Just a little bit will do."

In this situation, even if you give her something, she won't get any of it. If you soften your heart once, the other party will use the little girl to gain your sympathy every time.

Whenever outsiders make a comment, Aunt Wang always says the same thing: "If you're so capable, take the girl away with the supplies and raise her yourself."

The two children are only one year apart. The girl works, while the boy does nothing, and the boy gets the food first.

Since she couldn't get anything from the people around her, Aunt Wang set her sights on the people who had just arrived at the shelter.

The girl tugged at her tattered clothes and silently returned to the woman's side.

The girl's hands were covered in black ash from working. She pursed her lips and kept looking to the side.

There stood a woman with a few strands of white hair on her head. Her face, weathered by the wind and sun, made it impossible to tell her true age. She looked expectantly at the girl and Song Jinhe.

The people working alongside her shook their heads; everyone knew what kind of people Aunt Wang's family was.

These vehicles look like they're carrying a lot of supplies.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any extra supplies." Song Jinhe lowered her head.
"Since you can work with the adults, you won't go hungry here. Don't be silly and hand over everything."

With so many vehicles arriving, the base couldn't possibly be unaware, and within minutes, people arrived.

Upon seeing Song Jinhe and her two companions, along with Su Lan's team members, the man in his early thirties at the front immediately softened his expression.

However, Song Jinhe noticed that his right arm remained taut, ready to draw a gun from his waist at any moment. "Liao Zian, in charge of patrolling West 1 District."

After the man finished introducing himself, he glanced at their cars and realized that they were not part of a convoy.

"You all came from Yuecheng? The roads there are not easy to travel."

Liao Zian was very easygoing in his expression and tone, but he was also subtly observing the micro-expressions on their faces.

"The person responsible for the security of such a crucial entrance and exit must be extraordinary," Song Jinhe thought to herself.

“Yes, so we took the detour via the western route.” Tan Jiu said, glancing back. “It’s a long way, so we’ll all travel together.”

Liao Zian nodded.

"The base warmly welcomes you all. However, for the sake of the base's security, you will need to go through a process to enter the base. First, you will hand over your weapons to me for safekeeping. The personnel management department of the base will ask you for some basic information."

"Of course." Su Lan smiled, arms crossed and leaning against the hood of the car. "Is it alright if we leave a team outside to watch the goods?"

"No problem," Liao Zian said, indicating his understanding.

People who are capable of surviving outside are generally highly vigilant.

Personnel Management Office of the Base.

A man wearing glasses and sporting a fawning smile strode into the office. "Brother Sheng, a survivor from a convoy has arrived."

"I'm coming now."

The young man, called Brother Sheng, looked younger than the man. He sat on the leather sofa, his shiny leather shoes resting on the table, looking impatient.

"Is this the first time you've seen those dirty and smelly refugees outside? The base is short-staffed, so just assign them to work."

"No, there are two gifted teams in this convoy, driving off-road vehicles and RVs." The bespectacled man grinned lewdly. "The women are beautiful too. You won't find anyone this good-looking, not just outside, but even inside the base."

Sheng Kai lowered his leg, becoming somewhat interested. "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, how could I dare to lie to you? The men in their team are quite good-looking too," the bespectacled man said again. "But compared to you, Brother Sheng, they are still far inferior. No matter how well you do outside, the conditions are not as good as inside the shelter. So what if you are a gifted person? Once you come here, you still have to listen to Mr. Sheng's arrangements."

Sheng Kai stood up and said arrogantly, "Let's go take a look."

If these people are really capable, they can be brought under his old man's command.

Saying you understand the shelter's rules is one thing, but actually handing over your weapons is quite another.

Those with low dependence on weapons are fine, but the rest of the people feel insecure as soon as their weapons are removed, as if their hands have been broken.

They also had metal detectors for security checks, so it was impossible for them to sneak any weapons.

Song Jinhe acted very well, reluctantly handing over the guns that Su Lan's team possessed.

While the metal detector kept beeping, to the astonishment of the security guard, he pulled a dagger from his pocket, a folding knife from the sleeve of his sun-protective clothing, and finally a rusty tetanus screwdriver from his hat.

"I forgot just now." Song Jinhe smiled and picked up the screwdriver. "Is this considered a weapon?"

"Fine, fine?" The security check girl was completely stunned.