The man's face suddenly showed a peculiar expression, "Do you know what kind of operation our convoy runs on?"
"At the very least, it's more free than on the train, right?"
"Very free. When danger comes, everyone relies on their own skills to escape. Whoever runs slow gets eaten by zombies, and the rest can run further."
"But you don't get exploited, right?"
"Are you talking about the resources?"
"Yes, you don't have to get off the car to gather resources every time, right?"
"If we don't gather resources, where do you think our food and drinks come from? Or do you think they are sent by zombies?"
The man cracked a cold joke, but no one could laugh.
"As for exploitation... initially, that person said it was Mojiang People's mutual aid, putting the food on his truck, large carrying capacity, and could be distributed to those without food, but later only those who listened to him got food, others still had to fend for themselves."
"Damn! None of these leaders is any good."
