The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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"Gentlemen... is there something you need here for?"

The man's voice involuntarily lowered, and his initial questioning became polite.

A fawning smile appeared on his face.

Even in sub-zero temperatures, he felt a layer of white sweat seeping out from his back.

Vice President Zhao stepped forward, his imposing figure exuding an invisible pressure. He swept his gaze over the bewildered faces before him and spoke:

"Who among you is the strongest?"

The crowd instinctively turned their gaze to the man who had just posed the question.

"it's me."

Knowing he couldn't escape, the man could only force a smile and raise his hand.

"Name, and what specific job do you do in Panshi?" Vice President Zhao asked succinctly.

“Wei Xing, the patrol captain of Panshi, is specifically responsible for guarding those ordinary people,” the man replied.

"What is your level in the Rock Cluster? Are you at the upper or middle level of the structure?" Vice President Zhao continued to ask.

"Probably... middle management? The core decision-making level only consists of Blackie and his few brothers, uh... now they're all in your hands."

Wei Xing swallowed hard, glancing at the pale heads of the black-skinned guys.

Vice President Zhao nodded: "Blackie has been killed by us. The Rock Gathering Area is now without a leader. From now on, you will all have to follow our orders. You, take us to the Rock resource storage warehouse."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xing's eye muscles twitched slightly.

He glanced at Blackie's ashen face, his eyes wide open in death.

Then I looked behind Vice President Zhao and saw a dozen or so strange bees lying on the ground, their bodies enormous.

Even the top fighters that the dark-skinned boss brought out had their heads chopped off, and the other side even had this kind of terrifying creature that had never been heard of before...

He gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out and then relaxed, finally squeezing out a single word through his teeth: "...Okay."

He turned around abruptly, no longer looking at the complicated expressions on the faces of the Rock members behind him, and silently led the way.

"Old Xu, take a few men and stay here to investigate the internal situation of the Rock Gathering Area."

"I'm going with Ah Long and the others."

Vice President Zhao gave the order.

"Ok."

The 15-person team split into 10 members who began collecting information about the ordinary survivors in the Rocky Settlement area.

The remaining five people, including Han Ning and Vice President Zhao, followed Wei Xing and the others to the supply storage point.

The so-called warehouse was actually just a few larger wooden sheds with the walls barely reinforced with thick wooden stakes.

As the creaking wooden door was pushed open, a faint musty smell wafted out.

The room was dimly lit and the air was stuffy.

The scene inside the shed was quite unexpected for Han Ning and the others.

In the corner, there were bulging burlap sacks, many of which had broken open, spilling out blackened, clump-like grains of rice.

Next to it were piles of vacuum-packed food bags, swollen from being soaked in the flood and covered with bluish-green mold.

Some of the metal cans were rusty, and many of the lids were bulging and deformed, indicating that the contents had already spoiled.

More than a dozen boxes of compressed biscuits, their original color no longer discernible, were soaked in water and limply stuck together.

There were also some woven bags filled with dark, tuberous-like objects.

Vice President Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he gestured to the two team members beside him.

The two men immediately stepped forward and began to carefully search through the pile of garbage, trying to find even the smallest thing of value, but the results were obviously not promising.

“Is this for human consumption?”

Upon seeing this scene, Vice President Zhao's brows immediately furrowed. He kicked aside a dirty, deformed can of fish at his feet, his tone icy.

"You usually live off these junk?"

Wei Xing was glared at sternly by Vice President Zhao, and forced a bitter smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Sir, this...this is all the food rations for the ordinary people in the settlement area. Even this is only enough to eat in small portions. When there's really nothing else, they have to eat tree bark and grass roots."

His eyes flickered, and he lowered his voice.

"As for us awakened ones... and the gang leaders, we don't eat or use these things."

"When we go out to collect supplies, the relatively intact and valuable supplies are usually taken by the powerful Awakened first."

"Only the leftover liquid will flow to us mid-level Awakened Ones, and then to the lowest-level Awakened Ones."

"The last things that are rotten and spoiled, and almost inedible, will be left for ordinary people."

"I suspect that Blackie and his buddies probably have one or more small warehouses specifically for storing their personal belongings."

After he finished speaking, Wei Xing saw the burly man in front of him turn his head and whisper something to an even more burly man next to him.

Then Vice President Zhao turned to Wei Xing and said expressionlessly, "Lead the way to where Blackie lives."

Wei Xing dared not delay and hurriedly bowed and scraped as he led the way.

The group walked through the chaotic and crowded shantytown of the settlement, winding their way through the area until they arrived at a spot near the rocky cliff behind the mountain.

This area is noticeably more refined than the surrounding area. Although it is still a wooden structure, the timber is thicker and the construction is more orderly. It is even surrounded by a wooden fence with spikes.

Wei Xing pointed to the largest wooden house among them:

"This is...this is the place. The gang leader and his cronies usually discuss matters and rest here."

Vice President Zhao gave a signal, and a power-type awakened individual stepped forward and kicked the heavy wooden door hard.

"boom!"

The wooden door swung open, releasing a stench of cheap tobacco, sweat, and leather.

The interior furnishings were much better than those of the outer warehouse, but they were far from luxurious.

A few rough wooden tables and chairs, with some decorations piled up in the corner.

Sure enough, there was a small private room at the very back, partitioned off with thick wooden boards, and the door was locked.

"Smash it open," Vice President Zhao ordered.

The power-type awakened one stepped forward again, his arm muscles bulging, and with a low growl, grabbed the edge of the small wooden door and exerted force.

"Crack!"

The door panel and frame were forcibly torn off, revealing a space inside that was only a few dozen square meters in size.

Han Ning's gaze passed over the shoulders of the players in front of him and calmly landed on the small storage room.

There weren't the mountains of treasures inside as I'd expected, but it was certainly quite different from the garbage outside.

A dozen or so bulging, waterproof canvas backpacks were placed against the wall.

In the corner, hundreds of heavy, dark green metal cans were neatly stacked, looking like military-grade meat and fruit cans.

Chapter 208 Communication Device

There were also dozens of boxes of well-packaged compressed biscuits and vacuum-packed dehydrated vegetables and dried meat next to them.

Scattered in a small wooden box were some loose bullets, dozens of monster crystals of varying sizes, and several unopened boxes of antibiotics and bandages.

The most conspicuous thing is two metal barrels, each about half a person's height, standing against the wall, with labels on them that read "gasoline".

Vice President Zhao looked at the supplies and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

These supplies are more normal.

He waved his hand and said to the team members beside him:

"Brothers, let's search the houses of the other leaders as well, don't miss any corners, and gather all the useful items here."

Several team members responded immediately, kicking open the doors of several relatively sturdy wooden huts nearby and starting to ransack the place.

Han Ning did not go with them to search for supplies.

He looked around the room, his gaze finally settling on the headboard of the simple wooden bed in the black leather jacket.

There was an inconspicuous black plastic box there, square and upright, with a retractable antenna on top, resembling an old-fashioned walkie-talkie.

He stepped forward and took the device in his hand.

This thing feels quite heavy in your hand, and although the plastic casing is a bit worn, it's still in pretty good condition.

He tentatively fiddled with the switch on the side and pressed it down.

"drop……"

A soft electronic tone sounded, and the walkie-talkie screen actually lit up with a faint green light, while a continuous "hissing" white noise came from inside.

There's electricity?!

Han Ning was somewhat surprised that this thing could still work under such conditions.

Just as he was about to turn it off, the continuous hissing sound suddenly stopped, and a hoarse male voice abruptly broke through:

"Hey, is Hei Pi there? Please reply if you receive this message. Please reply if you receive this message."

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Han Ning was even more surprised.

They had managed to get their hands on walkie-talkies before.

The walkie-talkie worked at first.

But as time went on, it is unclear whether the electromagnetic waves of this world were different.

After a month of travel, the walkie-talkie gradually became unusable.

Of course, it's also because none of them are experts in communication principles.

Therefore, the walkie-talkies on hand become electronic waste.