"Report." Huang Zheng stood at the door and shouted inside.
"Come in." A middle-aged man in military uniform, muscles bulging, did not look up and said.
"Brother Jun, someone has arrived outside, right at the main gate." Huang Zheng reported directly.
The man before him, their leader, their platoon commander, Xiao Jun.
Originally a platoon of over a hundred men, over the past year, had been decimated to only thirty-five.
And now it was the apocalypse, so formalities in address had loosened.
When Platoon Commander Xiao Jun heard this, he immediately darted to the window and looked outside.
At the entrance of the Government Building, Li Tie was driving an Unimog, and there were two other off-road vans there.
They hadn't come in, nor had they left, just parked there.
"Who are they?" Xiao Jun asked.
"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen their vehicles. The people inside haven't come out either."
