Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space! - Chapter 1560 I hope you have a good time at the base
Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!
Chapter 1560 I hope you have a good time at the baseThe members of the Fire Team stood quietly and cooperated with the inspection. The calm temperament they exuded made the inspectors feel that this group of people was even more unfathomable.
And so, the inspection is still proceeding in an orderly manner.
Prosecutors pay attention to every corner and every detail.
Time passed slowly in the tense atmosphere.
Finally, in a tense and orderly atmosphere, half an hour passed quietly, and all the inspection work gradually came to an end.
The person in charge of summarizing the inspection results quickly walked to the tall guard who had initially communicated with Lu Jingcheng and the others, and reported the various situations in a low voice.
The tall guard nodded slightly as he listened, looking very focused, and when he finished listening, his expression relaxed slightly.
He turned around and walked towards the sentry box with steady steps.
The control console of the sentry box is covered with various signs of wear and tear, and it can be seen that it has been used for a long time in the harsh environment of the end of the world.
He skillfully found the slightly old button, put his finger on it, and pressed it lightly.
In an instant, a dull mechanical sound broke the brief silence.
The sound seemed to come from deep within the base, carrying the weight and vicissitudes of time.
Along with the sound, the gate in front slowly rose.
The tall guard raised his arm and waved at the convoy, with a formal smile on his face and a tone of routine in his voice:
"Go in, I hope you enjoy your time at the base."
However, there was still a hint of vigilance hidden in his eyes. After all, in this crisis-ridden end times, caution has become an instinct ingrained in one's bones.
The convoy slowly drove into the base, and the gate behind them slowly fell after they entered. The heavy gate was like a solid barrier that isolated the dangers from the outside world, and every inch of metal carried the mission of resisting the cruelty of the end of the world.
The dull sound made when the gate fell was like a heavy hammer, vibrating in the air, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time, giving people a complex feeling of security yet depression.
The base was brightly lit, forming a sharp and strong contrast with the inky black world outside, shrouded in endless fear.
Although the dim light is not dazzling, it outlines a rare "safe zone" in the darkness of the end of the world.
On the streets, survivors came and went, each busy with their own things. Everyone had a firm and persistent look on their face, which was the tenacity honed by the struggle to survive in desperate situations.
They were wearing worn and plain clothes with patches on the fabric, but they were clean and tidy. It was obvious that in this difficult environment, they were still trying to maintain their last bit of dignity.
A group of survivors were gathered around a modified old truck, carefully counting the supplies that had just been delivered to the truck.
They held worn notebooks in their hands and carefully recorded every item with pencil.
Among them was a white-haired old man with a focused look. He counted the boxes of canned food and muttered to himself, fearing that he would miss any precious supplies.
These cans might be the guarantee of their survival for the next period of time. He carefully picked up and put down each can, as if it was a priceless treasure.
Not far away, a few young people were guarding their stalls, on which were displayed some small handmade items and rare gadgets collected from the ruins.
A young girl, huddled behind a stall, tightly clutching a homemade bone comb in her hand, staring at passers-by and trying hard to sell her product.
Her hair was disheveled and her face had the dull look common in the end times, but her eyes revealed stubbornness and expectation.
Although survival was extremely difficult in this apocalyptic world where even having enough food was a problem, she still tried to earn some necessities of life with her own hands.
"Look at this comb, it's made of pure animal bones. It can comb your hair very smoothly. And it only costs two first-grade white crystals!" She raised the comb in her hand and shouted in a clear but trembling voice.
In this special period, crystal cores are not only the key to improving the strength of psychics, but also the common hard currency in the base.