"Du Peng, I heard that this time you found two boxes of medicine in the city a hundred kilometers away? I've checked the items, they're not bad, all very precious antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, they can save lives at critical moments."
"So, you want to go to the city again?"
At this moment, a man wearing a vest and with a strong physique sat on a chair, coldly scrutinizing Du Peng.
Around them, more than twenty guards with live ammunition stood ready, keeping a close watch on them.
"However, you've changed a lot, and your teammates as well..." Zhang Ying didn't know why, but he sensed something unusual about these people.
This feeling was like facing several bio-mutants.
Was it an illusion?
But looking at the four of them, bare-handed, Zhang Ying secretly shook his head with a slight smile, it seemed he was overthinking.
As the leader of this survival base, since when did I become so sensitive and suspicious?
