"The Fuyuan Convoy’s people would individually pale in comparison to Xinma Gang, though together, they just overshadow us."
"Around Zhijin, the most renowned forces are these four. The rest, similar to Xinma Gang, include a Black Star Convoy by Xiaohe, originally from Changxing County, haven’t interacted for a while, unaware of their situation. Further down are small-time groups, not wasting your time."
Su Huan felt a bit surprised.
Initially assumed he was only a brawling hooligan; turns out his reflexes are quick, speech well articulated.
Even though it was a simple questioning session.
But brain, reflexes, and pressure resistance are indispensable.
However, it makes sense; surviving half a year post-apocalypse, even a hooligan is beyond ordinary.
"Do you know this person?"
Su Huan suddenly asked without any preamble.
Wen Biao subtly glanced back, noticing a young man with a long neck standing behind, observing him; when he saw this, the tattoo on his head prompted him to nod.
"Brother Biao of Xinma Gang, our leader interacted with him before."
He Jie glared, "I’m asking you if what he said is true!"
Big Goose panicked, "I don’t know much about Zhijin, but from what I know, it seems that way. We Dragon Riders are aware of the base city plan, but our leader thinks it’s too risky, we small fry would just get devoured, so haven’t learned much."
Su Huan’s eyes showed impatience; if it weren’t for Lin Xi recuperating with Director Xu, he wouldn’t have used him.
Watching a video won’t help, temporarily have to rely on this.
"Keep talking about the base city."
Wen Biao looked uneasily at Big Goose, surprised someone in the train recognized him.
Glad he didn’t invent lies.
"The plan is to clear out the Weinan District in Zhijin City, gather idle population from surrounding counties and towns, and establish a large base city of over 200,000 people. Specific cleaning plans will gradually unfold in a month, currently at the stage of gathering people."
Upon hearing the month-long timeline, Su Huan felt relieved.
With such a long period, if something truly happened, the train would’ve already moved, likely not a trap aimed at the train.
Though Black Kite’s 1st unit’s unpredictability isn’t ruled out.
He Jie immediately raised a doubt, "200,000? How to solve food and drink? Safety concerns? When the zombies in the city smell humans, they’ll come out."
"Black Kite provided special mutated plants, only needing zombie flesh to produce water; Zhijin City lacks nothing, just lots of zombies, solutions for food are in place. Safety-wise, gathering these people is to tackle the zombies."
"Even 200,000 isn’t small; gathered convoys around Zhijin total just 30,000-50,000 people, relying on scavenging solitary scavengers from surrounding areas, then arming them to gradually clear zombies, even if initially just 10,000 or tens of thousands, over months, Zhijin City will be cleaned."
"Nonsense!"
He Jie snorted.
"Aren’t there more being cleared the further they go?"
Su Huan glanced at him, making He Jie reluctantly quiet.
This group clearly aims to drain scavengers surrounding the city in a bit-by-bit exchange for clearing zombies in Zhijin City.
If only this ordinary force was involved, it would be ridiculous.
But with Black Kite included, it’s not impossible.
In a previous life, even Steel Council withstood a million-level zombie tide in the Acid Rain Zone’s high-temperature region, although that’d take over a year, the five million zombies in Zhijin are a predetermined piece of meat amidst premeditated organized humans.
Black Kite lost a significant sum to him, eager to make up for it, understandable mindset.
"What does the Scavenger Market trade in?"
Wen Biao wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Plenty, food, weapons, vehicles, information... whatever you want can be found."
"... Is there anyone?"