The plan was thorough, the action was swift, and coupled with the market's remote location, the Survivor Squad's evacuation through the alley was much smoother than they had anticipated.

Aside from a few curious onlookers drawn by the commotion, the Survivor Squad faced no significant obstacles.

"Damn, we're really lucky today!" Wang Qiang exclaimed, genuinely moved as he watched the city management vehicle burst out of the alleyway and onto the main road.

Indeed! Their luck today was undeniable. In contrast to their past escapades, where they were left scrambling in distress, here and now, even with nothing else, just the pile of rice and flour stacked half-human high in the back of the vehicle was enough to bring comfort and satisfaction to any survivor living in the aftermath.

With the autumn wind accompanying them, the city management vehicle sped eagerly along the highway.

And the Survivors leaned comfortably against the towering "mountain of supplies," relishing the joy that their harvest had brought them.

Without a doubt, the mood of the survivors at this moment was entirely different from when they arrived; the atmosphere in the back of the vehicle was the most direct reflection of this change.

On their way there, the back of the vehicle was as silent as a dead pond, and under the pressure of the mission, every survivor maintained their silence.

However, now, the result of a bountiful harvest had stirred an unstoppable excitement in their hearts, causing their conversations to flow naturally.

"Hey~ Dazhuang! How many pounds of rice and flour do you think we gathered on this trip?" Wang Qiang asked Wei Dazhuang, who had no real concept of weight.

Wei Dazhuang glanced back at the supplies, made a quick estimate, and said, "Well, these here are in 20-pound bags; those are smaller, around 10 pounds. Given today's haul, we'd be looking at around 1,000 pounds, give or take."

What Dazhuang said seemed perfectly reasonable, but to the three younger men, it was as if he'd dropped a bombshell. Even the usually composed Wu Chao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Wow! No way! This much! A thousand pounds! Hahaha, we're really raking it in this time!"

"Pfft!" Wang Qiang sneered, pulling out some cigarettes he'd hidden at the market and handed one to each person while mocking, "Come on, Chao, you're acting like such a girl! Why are you fussing over a few pounds of rice? So petty! Remember this, stick with your brother Qiang, and you'll be living the high life!"

Hearing Wang Qiang's teasing, the mischievous Wenquan Xin couldn't resist joining in with a smirk, "Oh wow, Brother Qiang! Can you take me under your wing? I'm versatile, skilled, and especially love picking up soap. Hey, have you ever picked up soap, Brother Qiang?"

"Get lost! You freaking glass!" Wang Qiang snapped, slapping the car panel, his exasperated expression drawing hearty laughter from everyone.

But while the back of the vehicle was bustling with playful banter, the driver's cabin was peacefully silent.

Old Zhao kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The numerous brutal escapades had honed his driving skills to perfection, and while it might sound exaggerated, Zhao Yunhai could definitely hold his own when it came to crashing through walls and running over zombies.

By all rights, Zhao Yunhai should be satisfied with today's operation, yet his feelings were rather complex.

Why? Because he was worried about the other two teams, particularly Scar's group.

After all, their goal for this mission wasn't just to gather supplies; more importantly, they needed to prove their strength to the base to earn some "say" or authority.

To maximize the impact of this demonstration, they had to measure their performance against their competitors' results to see how well they fared.

The base would assess each group's actions and outcomes before giving a score.

Without considering the second group, unknown in strength, they were, after all, survivors huddled behind high walls. Even if they were in good shape, having not been through real combat for long, would inevitably affect their "performance."

However, the first team under Scar's lackey, Sang Biao, was a different story. With 15 members dispatched for this mission, they already had a lead over the remaining two groups.

Besides, they were equipped with a military truck and an off-road vehicle, clearly prepared for a "big heist."

Who knows how much those bastards brought back! Deep down, Old Zhao hoped they'd botched the task, although he knew this thought was selfish, but human nature is inherently selfish, especially towards society's scum.

The speed of returning home always seems faster than leaving. The city management vehicle, loaded with joyful survivors and heaps of supplies, reappeared on the familiar side road.

The stadium was within reach!!

As usual, the soldiers conducted routine checks on every survivor, and the survivors understood, disembarking for inspection without complaint.

Once the checks were done, the vehicle continued on, and upon entering the stadium, the cheering crowd cramped the relatively spacious entrance beyond capacity.

Luckily, the soldiers were there to maintain order; otherwise, Old Zhao wouldn't have known how to handle such an "enthusiastic" scene.

Unlike Old Zhao, who felt overwhelmed, the younger generation like Wang Qiang relished the moment.

They waved to the onlookers with genuine pride, truly feeling as if they were returning home with honors.

Once the vehicle was parked securely in the lot, their waiting comrades rushed over immediately.

Reunions naturally involved heartfelt exchanges, especially Wei Yang, who sought out Tang Xiaoquan with concern, leaving him flustered and blushing.

These subtle changes weren't lost on veterans like Old Lin and Old Zhao, who exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting mutual satisfaction.

According to regulations, anyone entering from outside must undergo 24 hours of isolation, so the returning squad was naturally led into the players' tunnel.

Since Zhao Yunhai needed to report the day's mission details to the command center, Tang Xiaoquan and the remaining four first followed Luo Yi into the designated quarantine room.

The door closed, and darkness settled in the room. Wang Qiang scratched his head, peered around blindly, and curiously asked, "Hey, guys, doesn't this place seem different from the quarantine room we used before?"

This remark caught everyone's attention, especially Tang Xiaoquan, whose gazing sword eyebrows immediately raised upwards!!

PS, thanks to the wealthy leader of the Divine Bull Race for today's donation of RMB 60. Guozi sings here as a token of gratitude.

"If everyone gives a little love, Guozi will have money to buy spicy strips to eat," sorry for the singing, bear with it! Bear with it!

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