The end of the world begins with escape

What's going on?

If they hadn't told them they were superpowers, Song Kexin would have thought they were a group of ordinary beggars from some small base in the corner...

"Is your base so poor?" Song Shijun asked curiously, "You don't usually do tasks to earn contribution points?"

Isn't it difficult for a person with superpowers to make a living in the base?

"What kind of supernatural beings are you all?"

The young girl raised her hand, "I, I am a first-level fire superpower. My name is Lang Xiaoye."

"I am a first-level wind superpower." The middle-aged man continued, "My name is Liang Zhongping."

Everyone reported their families one after another. Among the dozen or so people, only Huang Genmei was a second-level earth element user, while the others were all first-level superpowers.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

"You guys, your abilities haven't increased over the past year?" Team A members originally thought that their abilities had grown slowly enough.

After all, compared to the growth rate of my sister-in-law's family's abilities, they are as slow as a tortoise.

Unexpectedly, the growth rate of the superpowers who sold the base was even slower.

Nowadays, the zombies outside, the more powerful ones, have developed to the fifth and sixth levels.

In Gyeonggi, the average person is a third-level or above superpower.

Selling this kind of first- and second-level superpowers is indeed almost dispensable to the base, and it is not much different from ordinary people...

Gu Chen glanced at them curiously, "Is your current base leader Chen Zheng?"

Chen Zheng was on the Yang family's ship before the apocalypse. It is currently unknown what their relationship will be after the apocalypse.

Unexpectedly, Sister Huang shook her head repeatedly, "The person has been replaced a long time ago, more than half a year ago. The base director Chen you mentioned died half a year ago. Now his son Chen Zhaowei is in charge."

As soon as these words came out, Gu Chen and Lu Wei both narrowed their eyes and suppressed the expressions of disbelief on their faces.

The two looked at each other and read a piece of information from each other's eyes: Chen Zheng was dead, but Chen Zhaowei kept it secret and never reported it to Gyeonggi?

The Gushang Base is one of the five major bases in the Kyushu Continent. Such an important situation should not be concealed.

It seems that this mission is a bit not simple.

"What do you usually eat at the base?" Why do all of them look sallow and skinny like refugees.

"Those of us with special abilities have to go out to fight zombies and do missions to get a small amount of contribution points. The contribution points we get every day are barely enough to exchange for a wild vegetable pancake and a bowl of white porridge."

Xie Ning looked at them expressionlessly, "How much is it."

"One hundred contribution points!"

Everyone:...

I thought that their base's twenty contribution to order a simple meal would be enough to exploit the masses, but I didn't expect...

The real exploitation is here!

"Don't you have a breeding farm?"

"Who can feed the little food from the farm? It's not just for the leaders above them."

"And we can't afford the mutated animal meat we raise." Sister Huang got up from the sofa and shouted, "We might as well go out and hunt by ourselves."

"But if you are unlucky, you may not be able to hunt down a mutant animal in one day."

"Zombies are everywhere, but zombie meat can't be eaten!"

Everyone:...

This eldest sister seems to be a bit arrogant.

Now that he is not seeking death, his expression is not as distorted as before, and he looks a bit more pleasing to the eye, ahem.

Xie Ning glanced around and focused on the men and women at the door who were in tattered clothes and looked more like beggars than Huang Genmei Lang Xiaoye.

Feeling the power fluctuations on their bodies, Xie Ning raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you all of the gold element?"

The beggar leader, ahem, the man in his forties nodded, with a rather steady expression, "You feel it? Yes, the four of us are all gold-type superpowers."

Song Kexin stood not far away with her mouth wide open. Song Youai dragged her back a small step. She still couldn't help but curiously asked, "You, your base is too poor! What about you? You don't look like a person with powers at all."

"What's wrong with the superpowers? The base doesn't need us. The base uses ordinary middle-aged labor to repair and build the base, and only needs to pay a few contribution points and provide a lunch."

"But this is better than us. We work hard all day to hunt mutant animals, but we may get nothing at the end of the day."

Song Youai was worried that Song Kexin would be attacked by the mutated bugs on their body, so he kept dragging the girl back, but Song Kexin kept moving forward with a curious face.

"Brother, aren't you metal-type superpowers? You sell knives! If you make some metal knives and sell them, won't you get a lot of contribution points?"

Unexpectedly, the leading beggar man glanced at Song Kexin with a wry smile, "Little girl, your thinking is too simple."

"The knives made by those of us with first-level metal powers are not much different from ordinary kitchen knives. They are sold at a high price and no one buys them. It is not cost-effective to sell them at a low price. After all, we also consume a lot of powers to make knives. "

"Once all the powers are used up, the recovery will be very slow. It is better to go out and hunt mutant animals. If you are lucky, you can catch one or two, and the mutated animal meat can be exchanged for a lot of contribution points."

"Ah? What if you can't hit the mutated animals?" Song Kexin was shocked.

Because of her sister's relationship, she always felt that gold-type superpowers were the most awesome among all superpowers.

Now I suddenly saw a group of beggars with metal powers, which felt a bit unexpected.

"Collecting garbage!" Behind the forty-year-old man, a girl about the same age as Song Kexin suddenly said, "What else can you do? If you can pick up some rare metal garbage and transform it into something useful, there will be people who will buy it. of."

"And it costs much less than just making things like metal knives."

Xie Ning:......

Everyone:...

Damn it, they can't associate the term "garbage picking" with people with metal powers.

Song Kexin opened her mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

Song Shijun put his head on her sister's shoulder and said with a surprised look on his face, "Brother and sister, you are too miserable."

Everyone:...

For no apparent reason, everyone secretly glanced at Xie Ning at this moment.

It's a pity that Captain Xie's entire little face is covered by a mask and scarf, otherwise she would be able to see her wonderful expressions...

Song Kexin had a look of hatred on her face, "You are all superpowers! Oh, you are so angry. How can you pick up garbage?"

Huang Genmei had already sat up from the sofa and replied smoothly, "What can you do if you don't pick up garbage? After all, you can still eat by picking up garbage."

"Hey, what a waste of a base you guys are!" Zhai Ruobai said suddenly, "Let's go, come back to Gyeonggi with us."

"First cooperate with Dr. Yu to treat the sandworms on your body. There will be a lot of good days in the future, so don't die."

"Young man, you are right!" Huang Genmei immediately agreed, "I have not wanted to die for a long time."