My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 432: Bridgehead

The stars and the sea are beautiful, but life still needs to be grounded in reality.

The emotion quickly faded, replaced by unease and fear about the future.

Mentioned earlier.

Before the civilians’ official relocation, some people with official background had already returned to the surface first.

Among them were quite a few death fighters who possessed abilities that could help with construction; these death fighters were the main force of the construction team.

With supernatural power, these personnel built a complete bridgehead capable of accommodating a million people in just one afternoon.

The interior also stored large amounts of food and drinking water. All civilians returning to the surface could register at the bridgehead and receive supplies that could barely sustain their lives for three days.

Of course, just this one temporary residential area might be an exaggeration to call a drop in the bucket, but it was definitely far from enough.

But conditions were limited; the escape elevators were all used to transport civilians, so there was no way to provide more supplies and equipment. Better living conditions could only rely on the civilians themselves.

Euphemistically called fully unleashing the civilians’ subjective initiative.

Regarding this, the civilians returning to the surface were dissatisfied but had no choice; at least they were given some food so they wouldn’t starve to death.

Zheng Yongliang blended into the crowd, following the lead staff toward the bridgehead.

The road was very quiet; those who spoke only dared to whisper.

It wasn’t that these civilians had particularly high overall quality; it was purely the deterrence from the armed forces visible everywhere.

During this time, any loud troublemakers were without exception violently dragged out from the crowd, and no one knew where they were taken.

With these examples, naturally no one would step forward to test how fast these armed personnel’s guns were.

“I heard that these officials encourage us to go live in settlements, and the farther the better.”

A short person with a buzz cut whispered to Zheng Yongliang: “After we get the supplies in a bit, how about we go check out the nearest settlement together?”

Zheng Yongliang cautiously glanced at the short person talking to him, hesitated, then shook his head: “I want to see if I can apply to live in the forward base first.”

Forward base was the official name of this bridgehead.

It covered a considerable area, with the residential area mostly consisting of row-linked prefabricated board houses.

After all, they had already reached the surface; unlike the underground city, the surface had enough area for them to live.

“Wishful thinking.”

The short person rolled his eyes: “A place like this, without connections, you think you can get in? I bet you’ll be applying with one foot and kicked out with the other.”

Zheng Yongliang hesitated and said: “There should still be spots available, right? Otherwise, why give us the chance to apply.”

“Up to you, but I’m reminding you first: I asked around before, the nearest settlement from here is a repurposed abandoned sports center, and it can’t hold that many people. If you’re late, there won’t be any spots left.”

Hearing this, Zheng Yongliang was clearly somewhat tempted.

He felt the short person made some sense.

As the first batch of civilians returning to the surface, wasting the first-mover advantage did feel regrettable.

Moreover, he noticed the short person had approached not just him, but five other civilians as well.

Perhaps having more people did bring a sense of security; in the end, he was persuaded by the short person and decided to follow him straight to the settlement.

Under the staff’s guidance, after receiving food that could last seven days if rationed, they followed the buzz-cut short young person onto the road to the sports center in the night.

The peripheral armed forces didn’t stop them, didn’t even check; they simply asked a few questions and let them leave.

In the city association’s view, providing some food out of humanitarianism was already doing their utmost; if anything happened, it could only be chalked up to their bad luck.

The group advanced along the already deserted road.

Thanks to the bright moonlight tonight, even without any lighting equipment, they could still see the road clearly.

But because the road was too quiet, without even insect chirps, staying in such an environment for long inevitably made Zheng Yongliang feel somewhat oppressive and tense.

He couldn’t help wanting to speak up.

“How much farther?”

“What’s the rush? Almost there.”

Zheng Yongliang was probably quite nervous and didn’t notice the buzz-cut short person’s attitude had clearly become much harsher.

“Actually, I mean, wouldn’t it be fine if we went tomorrow? It’s just one night anyway…”

Before Zheng Yongliang could finish, the buzz-cut short person impatiently cursed: “Where the hell do you get all this crap? Scared of this and that—I’ve put up with you for a long time!”

Sensing the undisguised malice, Zheng Yongliang was stunned and stopped in his tracks, saying somewhat panicked: “You go ahead, I’m not going.”

The remaining few civilians exchanged glances; in fact, they also felt some unease, just not as obvious as Zheng Yongliang.

The buzz-cut short person dropped the pretense: “We’ve come this far, you think you can just say you’re not going?”

“Little Chicken, watch your mouth— what if you scare someone?”

A voice suddenly rang out in the darkness, startling Zheng Yongliang into an involuntary shudder.

Step~ step~

Behind Zheng Yongliang, four burly men emerged, one of whom had a big flower arm tattoo, his face screaming trouble.

“Big Cat Bro, you wouldn’t know—among all the people I rounded up, this idiot talks the most.”

At this point, even the stupidest among these civilians realized something was wrong.

The young person dressed like a salesman, wearing glasses, shouted: “Everyone stay calm, we match their numbers—I don’t believe… Ah!”

A scream interrupted the salesman’s words.

The big flower arm pulled out the watermelon knife he had stabbed in, bringing out a pool of blood.

The salesman clutched his wound, too pained to speak.

The others were stunned in place by the act of drawing a knife and stabbing without a word; Zheng Yongliang was so scared he collapsed butt-first onto the ground.

“I’m not unreasonable—hand over all the food, and I can let you live; otherwise, this four-eyes is your example.”

As he said the latter part, the big flower arm pointed the watermelon knife at the salesman lying on the ground.

Faced with such a brutal guy, the remaining few didn’t dare resist and all took out the food they had just received, still warm, and placed it on the ground.

Seeing this, the big flower arm couldn’t help but smile: “That’s more like it—cooperate, and everyone saves trouble.”

“Tsk tsk, humanity’s flaws.”

“Who’s talking?!”

The big flower arm suddenly looked toward the direction the voice came from.

The speaker was wearing a white robe, so even under the tree shadows, he was easy to spot.

The white robe person sighed: “Sure enough, humanity still needs a great lord to lead.”

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