My city has become the last pure land in the global apocalypse

Li Liang agreed readily. When he learned that others had already packed their luggage and rushed to the hospital, he quickly got up and started packing.

There are tents specially placed for them by the Kyushu base as a temporary residence, with special powers patrolling to protect their safety, and the canteen still provides three meals a day.

After getting affirmative answers from Xu Zhifei and Jiang Jian, most of them contacted their families and packed their luggage overnight, and returned to the hospital under the escort of the superpowers sent by the Kyushu base.

Some people said they were aware of it and would wait and see for a while.

Now the Bai and Lu families were the first to break the first cup. As if to release some kind of signal, the atmosphere in Kavil became more serious than before. The guards who came and went no longer wore the bright red flag badge on their chests. But an angel silver badge.

The list of the second batch of evacuees has been announced for nearly a week.

The survivors on the ground floor became even more terrified.

【What happened? 】

Area C on the 11th floor.

There were many people gathered in the dim passage.

"Do you think we should continue to wait or go out to work? There's no news from above. It's been so many days!"

"Yes, waiting like this is not an option..."

"Don't you know that person? Why don't you find a chance to ask?"

The man in question had a stern look on his face: "Hey, how am I familiar with him? His dad and I used to go fishing together. Now his son is a superpower and has joined the patrol team. I don't think so. No matter how green you are, you can still have connections!"

The man next to him gave him a look of hatred: "You are stupid. You brought some supplies and asked for news. Maybe because of the friendship between you two, they might reveal it to you. !”

"Besides, it's not like you become a superpower and you don't recognize anyone, right? The last time you had a conflict with someone, he happened to see you while patrolling and came forward to help you solve the problem? What does this mean? It means that he is I still remember your past friendship!"

"Besides, it's just a question! What are you afraid of? There's a piece of meat indispensable!"

"Okay, I'll bring a few cans, but I won't go out alone!"

"Okay, okay, let's get some for you!"

It took a few of them a long time to put together a decent door-to-door gift.

Three canned fruits, two bags of dried beef, and a few sausages.

Muti changed into relatively clean clothes, carried her things and walked upstairs during the shift change of their patrol team.

"Who, what did you take, and where are you going?" The guard guarding the passage pointed his gun at him unceremoniously.

Muti put on a flattering smile: "Dear leaders, I will give my nephew some food."

One of the guards stepped forward, opened the bag with a gun, and saw scattered cans and some dried meat inside.

"Who is your nephew?"

"My nephew...my nephew has joined the patrol. As an uncle, I have to prepare some small gifts to celebrate. His name is Lalatu, and he lives on the floor above, No. 228, Area B! "

The guard who returned to his post asked his colleagues: "Do you know a member of the patrol named Laratou?"

Several people shook their heads.

There are so many members of the patrol team and guards that ghosts can recognize them all.

"But he didn't have the courage to overdo it. I looked inside and ordered something to eat."

Muti gritted his teeth and took out a bag of seasoned beef jerky snacks from the bag: "Thank you for the hard work of the leaders stationed here. It's cold today. This is what we survivors who are protected by you should do. Yes, please invite the leaders to eat spicy jerky to ward off the cold~"

The guard who took the bag smiled and said, "Tsk, I guess you know something, go up and don't stay too long."

Muti wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead and trotted upstairs with a flattering smile on her face.

When several guards saw that the figures had disappeared, they squatted down on the stairs nearby and tore open the bag: "Hey, this spicy jerky is quite strong!"

"By the way, what kind of badge is this badge on our chest? Why did we get an angel? It looks weird!"

"Shhhh, keep your voice down, don't let the inspectors hear you, they are people transferred from the upper management!"

Muti carefully lowered her head and walked quickly against the wall. It was only one level higher than where they lived, so this passage was completely different. Although the light in the passage was dim and yellow, she could still see the surrounding environment clearly.

Muti straightened her clothes and then knocked on the door.

Lalatou looked tired when he got home.

They have new leadership.

The new leader gave them a huge blow on their first day at work.

There were stricter rules for talking, walking, and all kinds of behavior. What made him even more disgusted was that they actually had to recite the names of important people from the upper-class families and identify their appearance to avoid being careless in the future. He hit the noble man.

He only joined the patrol team to find a stable and safe job that was close to home, parents and wife. If it was just for high plot points, why didn't he, a seventh-level wood-type superpower, just find a job in the search team? If you can join, the work points earned by the search team will be enough for him to patrol for several months!

In the past, their job was simple, that is, patrolling fixed routes back and forth. If there was a fight, they had to come forward to deal with it. If someone defecated in the open, they had to come forward to educate them and deduct part of their work points.

Generally speaking, it's just trivial things.

But now they not only have to patrol, but also become guards for some powerful people. Even if they are asleep in the middle of the night and receive a radio notification, they have to get up immediately and do anything for these powerful people.

It's anything.

Not to be disobeyed.

Even if they are asked to go up the mountain of swords or into the sea of ​​fire, they have no right to refuse.

Lalatu cursed the new leader in his mind for a day.

At worst, I'll change my job.

But he knew that he was just thinking this in his heart. Those powerful people couldn't call him upstairs in the middle of the night and ask him to perform self-mutilation to entertain them before going to bed, right?

Lalatou opened the door with a displeased look on his face. He thought it was his colleague who came to inform him about work again.

Through the dim light, Muti saw Lalatu's unhappy and irritable expression at first glance.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Ah, it's Uncle Muti, come on, come on."

Muti watched the irritability on the other person's face fade away, replaced by a familiar smile, and felt greatly relieved.

"Larathu, I didn't disturb you. Have you eaten?" Muti placed the bag in her hand on the table in the middle of the dormitory.

Lalatu glanced at the bag, and then asked in a relaxed tone: "Ahem, I've eaten. I don't know why Uncle Muti is looking for me."

"My uncle came here just to ask you something, that..."

Muti lowered her body and spoke softly: "Uncle, aren't these the second batch of evacuees, but they were notified a few days ago, and there is no news yet. I don't know whether to continue waiting or continue to find someone." Work first, all the work points we have on hand have been exchanged for supplies. If the base doesn’t arrange for us to evacuate, don’t we have to take advantage of the lack of people and find a better job quickly?”

In fact, Lalatu was also very puzzled about this matter.