“What’s the use of Jianghua giving supplies to those people if they just end up in my hands?”
“He wants to win over those without powers,”
Jian Lexian, wearing a confident smile, proposed, “Then let’s distribute these supplies to the ability users.”
This move not only serves to intimidate ordinary people but also ensures that the ability users remain loyal to the base.
Luo Yelin readily agreed.
The news quickly spread throughout the base.
Previously, the base had tolerated such behavior, but now they completely tore off the mask, disregarding the survival of these ordinary people.
They watched with bloodshot eyes.
Especially seeing the supplies that originally belonged to them fall into the hands of the ability users; they had already been robbed countless times.
Ability users gathered in front of the dilapidated shantytown, discussing grandly.
“Ha, I really don’t understand what Jianghua is thinking, trying to win over those people,” one ability user remarked, “In the end, it all comes to us anyway.”
“It should be this way; having abilities is the choice of evolution, while those without abilities should be eliminated.”
The powerless people in the shantytown clenched their fists, the oppressive silence in the air thickened with unrest.
The next morning,
When Tong Sui woke up and had breakfast with Jianghua, she heard Wang Tao’s report.
She couldn’t help but furrow her brow.
What she hadn’t expected was that the Huabei base was not lacking in resources yet brazenly engaged in robbery.
Tong Sui immediately felt a wave of nausea.
Jianghua spoke to Wang Tao on the communicator, “Gather everyone, continue distributing supplies.”
“Are we still going to distribute?” Wang Tao replied in surprise, “But no matter how much we give out, it will just be taken away…”
What was the point of doing this?
Wang Tao’s words echoed Tong Sui’s doubts.
Their supplies were destined to be taken, so it would be better to negotiate with the base directly.
But then Tong Sui thought again; this method wouldn’t work.
After all, if they were willing to resort to outright robbery, why would they be willing to spit out the benefits they had gotten?
“Let’s eat.”
Jianghua’s voice pulled Tong Sui back to reality.
She nodded.
After breakfast, Tong Sui followed Jianghua downstairs.
They drove back to the shantytown again.
This time it was during the day.
Most people had gone out to do some basic labor to earn supplies, leaving only a small portion of those lacking labor power behind.
Seeing their vehicle approach, the sickly faces of the children lit up with unexpected joy.
As soon as Tong Sui got out of the car, she heard them calling, “Brother, brother!” continuously.
“Brother, you finally came.”
“Yesterday a group of bad guys stole all our stuff, and they even hit people!”
The children without any caution reported nonstop.
A frail woman hurriedly covered the child’s mouth and smiled awkwardly, “Captain Jianghua, you should quickly leave. Those people were sent by the base; if you confront them, you might get hurt.”
Being helped once was their luck, but no one wanted to drag Jianghua and his team down with them for that reason.
Jianghua said to Wang Tao, “Distribute the supplies.”
The woman raised her eyes, her dim gaze revealing a flicker of confusion, but that faint light also glimmered with hope.
It seemed that some opportunity that had slipped through their fingers was once again presented before them, unreal like a dream.
The supplies distributed this time were even richer than last time.
Tong Sui also helped in the distribution.
Most of them were ordinary people to the extent of being painfully average; on any street before the apocalypse, they wouldn’t leave a single memory trace, yet they were real embodiments of suffering.
They had exhausted all their strength just to survive.
Even if he successfully developed an antidote for the zombies, the rights to survival still firmly belonged to a small elite within the base.
They still needed food.
Even with enough food, they could not escape everything.
An invisible shackle seemed to hang over the base, visibly absent yet residing deeply in everyone’s hearts, tightly locking their words and actions, creating a strict hierarchy.
What is the purpose of having abilities?
Is it merely to exploit one’s own kind more effectively?
“Brother, what are you thinking?”
A somewhat dirty and dusty child looked at him, his eyes bright and clear, “Brother, will you come back again?”
Tong Sui looked into the child’s eyes and reached out, wanting to pat his head.
The child instinctively dodged.
“Don’t hit me, I’m sorry, I was wrong!”
Tong Sui’s hand froze in midair as he watched the small child shivering before him.
In that moment, he understood.
The problem was not only with the zombies of the apocalypse and the mutated food, but the greater issue was the ever-expanding ambition of those who had gained powers.
“Here.”
Tong Sui handed the child a bag of bread.
The child hesitated for a few seconds before slowly reaching out to take it, speaking with sincere earnestness, “Thank you, brother. You’re not like them.”
Tong Sui replied, “Really?”
The child nodded vigorously, “You’re not scary at all, and you don’t hit people. Plus, you’re really handsome!”
Tong Sui laughed at his words.
The child continued, “If only I had abilities too; I would definitely make those who bully us pay!”
Tong Sui asked, “You want abilities?”
The child nodded, “But they all say those without abilities are trash. But that’s not what the teacher taught us; he said everyone is equal.”
Tong Sui reached out and gently patted his head.
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