Rebirth: I Will Win Easily in the Apocalypse-Chapter 77 - 65 Liancheng Base

Chu Guodong, holding his credentials, went straight to the front of the queue, where there was something like a security booth with a small window open and a staff member sitting inside, looking displeased.

“Comrade, hello.”

“Get in line, get in line!

How many times must I say it, go get in line!”

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Chu Guodong had just handed over his credentials, hoping to ask if they could arrange a priority passage, when the staff member, without even a glance, aggressively pushed his hand away, impatiently urging him to go and queue.

Seeing the staff member’s attitude, Chu Guodong didn’t say anything else, retracting his credentials.

He waved to the group, signaling them to go queue up, and then he too took his place at the end of the line.

At 5 o’clock, as the light gradually dimmed, the afterglow of the sunset filled the world, casting a golden hue of warmth.

The afterglow reflecting on the icy walls of the buildings created sparkles of gold, like a giant golden mirror, mysterious and beautiful.

The buildings, bathed in the golden afterglow, appeared even more magnificent as if, before the night fell, the dying sunlight held a final carnival for them.

Every ice crystal on the ice wall seemed to dance with a faint flame, each part full of the breath of life.

The sign hanging right above the gate had become somewhat blurred in the darkening night, and people were already busy lighting each torch around the base.

These torches were the only source of light in the vicinity.

Those coming from afar, eager to enter the base, didn’t need to look hard for the way; they could directly find it by following the bright light of the torches.

The road they came from was not the only one leading to the base, but ultimately, everyone converged at the gate, lining up and waiting for a chance to enter the base in turn.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the rear of the queue.

Before the group could turn around to see what had happened, several cars whizzed past, kicking up a gust of wind that sent dust flying into the air.

The cars parked brazenly in front of the base’s gate without the occupants bothering to get out.

Just one person in the first car rolled down the window to show his face.

The staff member, who had previously been impatient with Chu Guodong and everyone else trying to enter Liancheng Base, immediately rose from his chair that seemed glued to his backside and scurried out of the security booth, bending over backwards to say something to the person in the car.

Straightening up, he instantly put on a different face and barked, “Aren’t you going to open the gate quickly?

Don’t you recognize Young Master Zhang?

Remember these cars, from now on don’t stop them, just let them through!”

“Otherwise, if you delay Young Master Zhang’s business, it’ll cost you your lives.”

Hearing this, the person guarding the base’s gate hurriedly pressed the switch, and the roadblock at the entrance slowly rose.

The drivers of the cars pressed down on their accelerators, not even casting a glance at the staff member as they roared past him.

“Please, Young Master.”

The staff member wanted to bid farewell to the person in the car, but before he could finish bending over, the vehicles had already vanished from sight.

“Ptui, what people!” The staff member stood up straight, disdain in his voice, and with an arrogant look, strutted back into the security booth like a rooster crowing.

“Cold?

Want to go back to the car to rest?” Gu Yanzhi, who now couldn’t stand for long, sat in a wheelchair that Song Zhao pushed, following the line that had formed.

They had been queuing for nearly half an hour, and the line was still so long they couldn’t see its end.

Spending too much time outside, Song Zhao worried about her health and asked with concern.

Gu Yanzhi looked up at Song Zhao from her wheelchair and gave a small smile, shaking her head, “It’s fine, no need.”

She had spent the day doing nothing in the car, sleeping the hours away.

She didn’t want to go back now; breathing in the fresh air to refresh her spirits was nice.

Having queued for a considerable amount of time, people had gone from chatting excitedly to speaking only sporadically.

“Goddamn, I told you you don’t have enough supplies to get in—can’t you understand?”

“Officer, I beg of you.

I’ve already turned in 200 pounds of supplies.

I truly don’t have any more.”

The commotion suddenly erupted from the front of the line, drawing everyone’s attention.

“200 pounds?

Where did you get 200 pounds?

You only turned in 150 pounds, and everyone here can back me up.”

“Don’t waste everyone’s time.

Take back your supplies and get lost.”

“Officer, officer, I really did turn in 200 pounds.

Please, my daughter has a high fever; if she’s not treated soon, it will be too late.

I’m begging you—let me in.”

“Throw him out.

Goddamn bad luck, a damn beggar.”

“I’m begging you, officer—if I can’t go in, can I at least have my supplies back?

That’s all the food we have left.

Officer, I truly gave you 200 pounds; you’re not giving me enough back, officer.”

“Get lost!”

Their line was still some distance from the main entrance; they couldn’t hear the shouting, only seeing a middle-aged man kneeling before one of the staff members with a child, imploring for something non-stop.

Zhao Rui and Gu Yanlin, being young and spry, snuck to the front of the line, found an inconspicuous corner to relish their view of the drama, then came back to share the juicy details with everyone.

“In my opinion, that staff member definitely pocketed some of it.

Ugh, what kind of person does that?”

“That uncle’s daughter’s face was bright red, she’s seriously ill.”

“People in front said that the bag of supplies thrown out was clearly not as full as what the middle-aged man had brought in—it was missing at least a quarter of the contents.”

The two returned and narrated the incident like a stand-up comedy, their words filled with discontent toward the Liancheng Base staff and sympathy for the middle-aged man.

It turned out that the middle-aged man, with a daughter about 15 or 16 years old, was kicked out because his “supplies were insufficient.” The young girl’s face was flushed with high fever, and she appeared extremely weak.

Without immediate medical attention, her chances of survival were slim.

After the staff had chased the middle-aged man and his daughter out of sight, one of them took a megaphone and shouted towards the line.

“I’ll say it again—those of you with less than 100 pounds of supplies, don’t bother queuing up here; there’s no way we’ll let you in.

The base has its rules.

We can’t afford to support so many idle people for free—don’t blame me for being heartless.”