The end of the world begins with escape

Captain Xie thought that by taking a two-day break before registering at the Survivor Center, he would definitely miss the peak crowd period.

As a result, she predicted failure.

There are still so many people in the lobby on the first floor of the Survivor Center!

There are only two windows to register a team, but there are an unusually large number of people lining up.

Xie Ning and her younger siblings waited in line at window two for forty-five minutes before it was their turn.

"Three contribution points are required to register a team. Once the team name is established, it cannot be changed for life. If you don't have contribution points, you can exchange it with the corresponding pound of rice."

"Comrade, didn't you hear that six contribution points in our base can be exchanged for one pound of rice? Logically speaking, three contribution points only require half a pound of rice, right?"

Don't mention it, Song Shijun's little settler's mind is spinning pretty fast.

The woman in the small window wanted to get angry, but when she looked up and saw Song Shijun's handsome young face, her attitude immediately improved a bit, and she patiently explained: "Yes, this is the base rule. It is more expensive to redeem contribution points in kind. You see Do you want to do the task first? Wait until you have contribution points before opening the card."

Xie Ning shook her head quickly. She had been waiting in line for an hour. If she didn't register before the last minute, wouldn't her time be wasted?

She was carrying a crossbody bag today and had prepared some essential things in her bag when she arrived.

At this time, he took out a bag of rice, picked it up and poured it into the container.

The people in the circle next to her were looking at her with various expressions.

After Xie Ning fell down for three seconds, she weighed and patted the mouth of her pocket.

The lesbian sitting on the side measuring the grams rolled her eyes almost to the sky, "Hey, little girl, this is not enough!"

Song Kexin gently poked her sister on the waist.

Xie Ning continued to pour some for the lesbian with an expressionless face. When she saw that the small scale showed 501 grams, she quickly tied the mouth of the rice bag tightly.

Then he used his little hands to take out a handful of rice from the container.

Song Shijun clearly saw the team members around him, and they all twitched their lips...

Song Kexin almost died laughing at her sister's coquettish manipulation.

My sister's performance is nothing short of superb.

Everyone in the Survivor Center probably slapped the word "poor" on the foreheads of the three siblings at this time.

When they returned to window number two, the woman in her thirties looked at them with an indescribable expression.

The third sister and brother looked clean and tidy, and looked like they had enough food and clothing, but they didn't expect to be so fussy.

But now is the end of the world, and no one will accuse others of cheating.

Isn’t this still forced by life?

The woman finished registering the Spark Team and handed a brand new collective contribution point card to Xie Ning.

Xie Ning handed her a piece of paper with her backhand, "Help each of our teammates open a contribution point card, thank you."

"Sister, does it cost nothing to open a card?" Song Kexin approached the window and asked curiously.

The woman in charge was speechless.

These three siblings are really from the same lineage.

"It's free to open a card." The woman nodded, took the paper from Xie Ning's hand, entered the specific information one by one, and opened the card.

The three siblings were leaning against the window, with three pairs of eyes staring at her, which made people feel dumbfounded.

"You can go to the mission panel next to it later to see if there are any missions available." The woman entered the information in her hands and explained to them.

"Mmm Good."

Half an hour later, the entire team of 19 people finally entered and opened their cards.

Xie Ning reached out and took a handful of cards and politely thanked her.

Turning around, I happened to meet a bald uncle with contemptuous eyes.

"What's that look like?" Song Kexin walked past him and kept turning her head to look at him.

"Ahem." Song Shijun was quite self-aware, "Maybe it's because we stayed at the window for too long."

Other teams have at most five, six or seventy people, and registration can be done in about ten minutes.

A team of nineteen people like them is considered a relatively medium-sized team.

The three of them walked to an electronic screen and couldn't stop looking at the scrolling task bar.

"Wow, I didn't expect that this Jinshi base is quite developed. This survivor mission center is quite... quite formal, right sister?"

Xie Ning nodded.

"The base should restore part of the local area network first, so that it can be convenient to use a computer to calculate individual and team contribution points."

“You can clearly see the tasks released and completed on the panel.”

Xie Ning's eyes fell on the scrolling task bar, scanning ten lines at a time.

"Red means missed, green means completed." A staff member stood on the side to remind everyone, using a laser pointer to click on a row of red tasks.

"For tasks like this with generous benefits and good security, everyone can give priority to it!"

Song Kexin raised her head and looked over, muttering in her mouth, "The task of collecting rice, flour and oil. The location is a small grain warehouse thirty kilometers away."

Someone nearby complained in a low voice, "How can this be a safe mission?"

"It's thirty kilometers away, who knows how many zombies we will encounter."

"Sister, is this mission reliable?" Song Shijun approached his sister and asked in a low voice.

Xie Ning didn't know whether it was reliable or not.

In her last life, she had never seen such a small mission at the Jinshi Base after wandering for more than half a year.

It is worth mentioning that at that time, Captain Zuo and the others gave up the courtyard to the base's senior executives, and took the team members to squeeze into several private houses nearby.

There is no trace of this development at all...

Xie Ning didn't hesitate and pointed at the top line of tasks casually, "Shijun, what do you think of that?"

"Go to the small cotton workshop five kilometers away and collect 100 kilograms of cotton. Mission contribution points are 100."

"Chesou!" Song Kexin pouted, "Only one hundred contribution points."

The whole team gets one point, and each person gets... five points? Not enough for a pound of rice!

Because my sister said before, they are a family team, so they are not so particular and simply distribute the collective task points evenly.

The main thing is to ask Xiao Huangmao if they have any special opinions.

Who dares to have an opinion...

Aren't you afraid of getting beaten?

Furthermore, even if the two elders do not go out on a regular basis, it is not easy to choose and cook at home and prepare meals for the whole family.

As for the children Su Xiyue and Zhu Nanxing, she also asked Song Youxuan and Zhu Yong what they meant. It was best to take them with them separately when going on missions in batches.

After all, although the child is not old, if he wants to survive in the end of the world, he can no longer be a little greenhouse flower who doesn't understand anything like he used to be.

Song Shijun turned to look at the staff, "Brother, let me ask, for mission No. 7, what if we collect 200 kilograms of cotton?"

The elder brother glanced at the young man amusedly, "If you collect two hundred kilograms, you can exchange for two hundred contribution points. However, because this task is relatively close to the base, several teams have already taken it over."

After glancing at the three siblings, the staff member advised, "Young people, if you are good at it, I suggest you take on the mission of the No. 6 small granary."