Immortal in The Apocalypse

Since the old man refused to accept the water, the captain put away the water bottle and said, "This is the boundary of the Wu Lin base’s safe zone. If you want to see the base, you still need to walk more than ten kilometers. When you see the fence, you have already arrived at the outer area of ​​​​the Wu Lin base."

After listening to the captain’s explanation, the old man’s cloudy eyes lit up and asked, "Sir, how much materials do we need to pay to enter the Wu Lin base?"

The captain looked at the small plastic bag in the old man’s hand that contained hard soil and said, "You don’t need to pay any fees to enter the Wu Lin base, but you need to undergo a physical examination and follow the rules."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally lifeless crowd became more lively. They looked hopefully at the guards while talking amongst themselves. After calming down, the old man asked again: "Can we enter the Wu Lin base now?"

The captain shook his head and said, "Our base has regulations. After the gate is closed, no one is allowed to go in or out. If you want to enter the base, you have to wait until morning when the gate is open."

Hearing what he said, the old man and the other survivors became anxious. They walked non-stop from B City and finally arrived here alive, but they were still unable to enter the Wu Lin base. There was no more food or water, and they were wearing only a thin layer of clothing.

Without supplies and clothing, most of them have fallen ill and are on the verge of death. If they were banned from entering the Wu Lin base at this moment, the old man really didn’t know what these survivors would do when they were desperate.

The captain noticed the change in the atmosphere and glanced at the guard behind him. At his signal, the guards spread out, watching the survivors and the traveling merchants like hawks.

A few seconds later, the captain said, "Old man, all of you can set up a tent outside Sector E and take a rest until the entrance opens in the morning."

The old man looked at the captain and said with tears in his eyes: "Sir, we only have a little bit of Guanyin soil to eat, and nothing else. Where can we find a tent to spend the night?"

The captain was surprised when he heard that the soil in the small plastic bag was the old man’s food. He remembered that his grandparents often told him that during the great famine, when they had nothing to eat, they would eat Guanyin soil to survive.

Seeing the old man carefully protecting the small plastic bag, the captain’s eyes dimmed as he thought: ’It looks like the situation out there is worse than we expected. Fortunately these people haven’t eaten human flesh yet. Otherwise, I have no choice but to kill them all.’

Thinking this, the captain looked at the old man and said, "Old man, we can lend tents to all of you so you can stay for one night outside the base."

As soon as these words came out, the old man and the people behind him quickly knelt on the ground and cried. The old man looked at the captain and said with tears: "Sir, thank you for your kindness. I really don’t know how to repay you."

The captain quickly took a step aside to avoid his kowtow. He helped the old man up and said, "No need to thank me. I only do what the leader asks us to do."

After saying that, the captain called a guard and said, "Go and prepare enough tents for these people. Also prepare some food and water, as well as enough firewood to warm their bodies."

The guard nodded, looked at the old man and the others, and said, "Please follow me, everyone."

After the old man and others thanked the captain and other guards again, they left with the guard. Watching them walking slowly towards the Wu Lin base, a guard asked, "Captain, is it alright for you to lend them the tents?"

The captain glanced at him and said calmly: "I found that some of them look suspicious. Rather than letting them go to places where we can’t see them, it’s better to put them under our noses and observe them."

Understanding the captain’s true intention, the guard said nothing and continued to patrol the surrounding area. When the first faint ray of sunlight rose on the eastern horizon, the patrolling guards changed shifts with other teams and returned to the base.

As they passed the tents set up near the fence, the captain glanced thoughtfully at the four groups of traveling merchants and a few groups of suspicious survivors.

Although the clothes were dirty, they were still in good condition. If these people really came from afar, they would not have such healthy skin colors and such good clothes. All this shows that these people are not simple.

After the captain and his team walked into Sector E, the guards opened the entrance for the public. As soon as the entrance to Sector E opened, the survivors and the traveling merchants hurried out of the tents. They quickly dismantled the tent, handed it over to the guards, and then lined up at the entrance.

The six groups of people who were lined up at the back of the queue exchanged meaningful glances under their hoods. After waiting in line for more than two hours, it was finally the traveling merchant group’s turn.

Looking at their healthy complexions, the guard frowned slightly and asked, "Where are you from?"

Not knowing why the guard asked this, the commander of the secret organization replied calmly: "We are from B City."

The guard narrowed his eyes and stared at the commander while thinking: ’Strange... The last news we received was that B City was in the middle of a war between bases. Coming from a place with no food, no water, and no supplies, why do these people look so dirty yet so healthy? There’s something fishy about this. I need to report this to Brother Tan and Brother Ji.’