Doomsday: I Build a Space Fleet

As soon as Bai Jin finished speaking, the worker representative lowered his head slightly.

The other two changed their expressions slightly and stepped forward to block the worker representative who was deep in thought.

"It seems they've made a preliminary assessment. Let's not say anything, just watch them."

"Platinum understands."

Platinum placed the shield in his left hand in front of him, gripped the top edge of the shield with both hands, and stared straight ahead through his eyes under his helmet.

Chen Zhigang stepped forward and said to Bai Jin.

"Could you please give us a little time?"

Platinum nodded slightly. "Yes, but their patience is limited."

"Okay, okay."

Chen Zhigang pulled Huang Zhihui and Guo Zhiwei back a few steps, forming a circle to discuss the matter. Huang Zhihui kept looking back at the ships outside the dock.

Lorraine had just finished inspecting the high points of the shipyard when he heard Platinum's remarks.

'You're making us play the bad guys while you play the good guys.'

Lorraine shook her head, then looked at Ms. Lin Shu, whose brows were furrowed.

"Ms. Lin, how is their farmland?"

Lin Shu stopped his calculations, looked up, and said.

"The situation is not optimistic. If we only supply the 200-plus people who have been identified so far, the food supply will be completely excessive."

Ms. Lin presented her estimated farmland size and yield to Lorraine.

"Over 300 acres? That's a lot? But the yield is only so low?"

Lorraine was greatly shocked when she saw the data calculated by Ms. Lin Shu on the data board.

"Yes, and that's with potatoes being their staple food. I don't know how many of them are left."

Ms. Lin Shu was in low spirits and turned to look at Bai Zhi.

"Based on preliminary assessments, all three are suffering from severe malnutrition, with the worker representative appearing to be in the best physical condition."

"Therefore, there should be more than 200 survivors here."

"If we calculate based on just enough for survival, the food produced in this area should be enough to support around 700 survivors."

Lin Shu paused for a moment before continuing.

"Based on Bai Zhi's assessment, there should be around a thousand survivors here, and a considerable portion of them are probably just alive. The only ones capable of moving around are probably the two hundred or so in front of us."

Upon hearing Lin Shu's assessment, Lorraine fell silent.

"Commander, they've finished their discussion. What results have you reached on your end?"

Platinum's words jolted Lorraine awake.

"I have the results. I'll have Cleveland send them to you. Let's see how they react. I can give you a little hint about our current food reserves."

"Yes, Commander."

Platinum replied to Lorraine, quickly glanced at the message Cleveland had sent, and then looked up at the three people opposite him.

"What was the outcome of your discussion?"

Platinum was the first to speak.

Huang Zhihui stepped forward and answered proactively.

"We accept whatever attitude you have, and we hope that you will treat us, these 200-plus people, well."

"Hmm? No, this person is lying. Kheshig, Roy, be on guard."

"yes!"

Kheshig and Roy lowered their bodies, and Platinum picked up the shield and secured it to his left arm to protect himself.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense.

Through Platinum's camera, Lorraine saw Huang Zhihui's shoulders relax slightly.

At this moment, a notification popped up in Cleveland.

[Conclusion: Huang Zhihui should have recognized Ms. Bai Jin's name tag and the model number of our flagship.]

"This guy's got some tricks up his sleeve. Platinum, scare him a bit, let him know there are consequences for not telling the truth."

Lorraine narrowed her eyes. Testing was fine, but not with something like this.

Bai Jin reached out and drew the long sword hanging on his right side, twirled it, and sliced ​​off a lock of hair from Huang Zhihui's forehead.

"Don't!"

Standing behind, Chen Zhigang was stunned when he saw Bai Jin reach for his knife and could only shout.

"Well done. Turn on the loudspeaker on the armor later, and I'll take care of the rest."

"no problem."

Huang Zhihui was caught off guard by this scene. He reached up and touched his hair, which was shorter than usual, and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel down.

"Brother Huang!"

Workers' representative Guo Zhiwei shouted and prepared to rush forward.

At that moment, Lorraine's cold voice came from the speaker on Platinum's body.

"Don't worry, he's not dead. He just fainted because of malnutrition and extreme shock."

"So what is this?"

Military representative Chen Zhigang cautiously asked.

"Give him a lesson. I know there are over 1000 people alive here, and I guess the 200 or so he mentioned are probably still able to move around."

Bai Jin sheathed his sword and stood there looking at Chen Zhigang and Guo Zhiwei, who were both astonished.

"Too many people, too little food, those are not problems, I just want to hear the truth."

"But you can't just draw your sword like that!"

Guo Zhiwei, who was supporting Huang Zhihui, shouted at Bai Jin.

"Xiao Guo, don't be like this, it's my fault."

"You're quite knowledgeable; you recognized her name tag and the ship's model."

Huang Zhihui gestured for Guo Zhiwei to let go, then stood up straight and said respectfully.

"Yes, I've seen the prototype of your ship before, and I've also heard about this lady's name tag."

"So you're trying to test whether we can support these 200-plus people?"

Huang Zhihui said with a forced smile.

"I know your ship; it doesn't have such a large cargo hold."

"Alright, tell me about your current situation."

Lorraine had Cleveland retrieve the drone from the sky, and at the same time, she had the cat emerge from the shadows.

"There are 1069 survivors left in the entire industrial area, including 769 shipyard workers, of whom 113 are older workers, 426 are middle-aged workers, and 530 are young workers."

"Currently, only 239 people are able to work long-term, responsible for regular equipment maintenance and farming."

"The yield of your crops must have dropped significantly."

"Yes."

The young Guo Zhiwei replied with a pained expression.

Lorraine wanted to ask something more, but seeing the three people with sallow complexions, she sighed.

"Go and gather some people. Come over and bring some food first. Remember to keep them from overeating."

"yes!"

The cargo ship slowly approached the dock, Lorraine added.

"Let me make this clear from the start: hand over all your weapons. I will take full responsibility for your safety. I don't want to see anyone use weapons against me."

"I'll definitely do that, but would you like to send someone over?"

As the crowd drew closer, military representative Chen Zhigang gestured towards Bai Jin.

Platinum understood and relayed it to Lorraine.

"Kheshig and Roy are now yours. If they resist during the collection of their weapons, shoot them on the spot."

Lorraine's cold voice blared from the loudspeaker, intimidating the workers who had come to unload the food.

Under the direction of the three, the employees moved the food out of the container in an orderly and quick manner, leaving only one person behind.

"Who is this?"

Platinum looked at the woman in charge of supervision with some confusion.

"She's in charge of distributing supplies, and she's also one of the most capable fighters here."

"Former PAP class monitor, Han Xiao."