Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Creak—

She heard the sound of a door opening in front of the prefab house, followed by a rush of footsteps, those footsteps growing more and more distant.

Noble Consort quietly stuck her head out and glanced at the figure walking away.

He Zhi!

She knew this person. He had come here a month ago, from the Southwest.

He’d done several missions, so he was allowed to stay here in the Satellite City.

This He Zhi was actually quite lucky; he entered the Satellite City before Mr. Li issued the restriction order.

There had been a robbery incident before, so ever since then, it had become extremely difficult for Cooperative Personnel who joined later to enter the Satellite City.

But this He Zhi had joined before that incident.

She hadn’t expected that this He Zhi was actually planning to stir up trouble?

No, to be precise, that Qiu Yuanze he’d just mentioned was the one actually leading this, and who was this Qiu Yuanze?

Lately the number of people coming from the Southwest had exploded—from the initial few, a few dozen, to now several hundred flooding in in a single day.

By now, more than five thousand Survivors should have arrived here.

Most of them stayed here; a small number left and continued heading east.

The influx of these people was not a good thing for Cooperative Personnel like Noble Consort and the others who had joined earlier.

It meant more people competing with them.

The missions posted by the Big Camphor Tree Base could be taken by anyone, but the food available for exchange was limited.

So under these circumstances, conflicts between old Cooperative Personnel and new ones were inevitable; it was only under the constraints of the Big Camphor Tree Base that no one dared to openly start anything.

In addition, the Big Camphor Tree Base actually gave some preferential treatment to old Cooperative Personnel; for example, right now the Satellite City was basically all old Cooperative Personnel.

For those newly joined Cooperative Personnel, it was very hard to stay here.

After all, the Big Camphor Tree Base was not a charity. If you didn’t complete missions, they wouldn’t give you any food.

You completed the mission, then they’d give you food.

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Noble Consort’s expression remained normal; she still went to the well to draw water and wash her face, and on her way back she even greeted a Cooperative Personnel she knew.

After she went back to that rest room, she didn’t wake Old Huang and the others, just slowly packed the things they’d prepared to take out today.

As time passed, Old Huang and the others woke up as well.

Then, as usual, they used their own iron pot to cook a bit of food for themselves, and afterward they left the Satellite City.

Old Huang, Xiao Ye, and Noble Consort formed a small team.

After all, they had all originally come over from the Motorcycle Gang side, and after reaching the Big Camphor Tree Base, they had also chosen to come here to the Fifth Satellite City together.

So they were familiar with each other.

Compared to others, they still trusted one another more.

Especially after that robbery incident, their three-person little group had become even more solid.

Noble Consort was good with a bow, her skills were decent, soft on the outside but tough within, with an iron spine.

Old Huang, though older, was seasoned and shrewd, always able to find missions with high cost-performance, and in dangerous moments he always came up with the best solutions.

Xiao Ye was tall and skinny, a sharp-tongued youth, but pure in nature, without any scheming, willing to do the hard work without complaint, and being young was an advantage—he was a pretty good helper.

In the Doomsday, when looking for teammates, character mattered more than ability.

No matter how strong your teammate was, faced with a sudden windfall opportunity, they might still betray you on the spot and kill you.

Whether it was Old Huang or Noble Consort, they were both quite satisfied with each other; as they carried out more missions together, their mutual trust and feelings deepened a lot.

They left the Satellite City.

They were on a motorcycle, dragging a wooden flatbed cart behind.

Xiao Ye was driving, and Old Huang and Noble Consort sat on the flatbed in back.

They were moving at a turtle’s pace.

Old Huang looked around; there was no one else.

He said to Noble Consort, seemingly casually, ”Noble Consort, you look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Noble Consort glanced at Old Huang in surprise.

This Old Huang was too sharp.

She hadn’t planned on hiding it anyway, it was just that it wasn’t convenient to talk about this back in the Satellite City, and she’d intended to wait until they were outside on a mission to tell Old Huang about it.

Old Huang was someone who knew how to maximize利益.

Although the first thing she’d wanted to do after hearing that information was to tell Guo Peng, after a second thought—

She had no evidence! And she didn’t even know who that Qiu Yuanze was.

It might be better to wait until she had more information, then talk.

An hour later.

They reached the outskirts of a small town.

Noble Consort pointed at a small road along the side; Xiao Ye was puzzled. Old Huang told him to drive in.

They went into a patch of dense forest.

Noble Consort looked at Old Huang and Xiao Ye and said, ”Some of the new arrivals are planning to stir up trouble!”

Old Huang’s eyes narrowed. He got off the flatbed, gaze sharp, and said sternly, ”What do you mean? Tell us the details.”

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