"I really hope there won't be any more internal conflicts among humans in the future. Everyone should unite and cooperate—you give me an 8x scope, and I give you an extended magazine."
Lying in bed, Zheng Xinyu was very tired but couldn't sleep. She followed Zhang Su to carry out an extermination mission, but in the end, she didn't kill anyone, feeling both regretful and relieved.
"If you want to make a wish, remember to look for a shooting star, not the ceiling."
Zhang Su directly dismissed Zheng Xinyu's beautiful wish.
"It's been almost two months since the disaster broke out. Most survivors have banded together, forming groups of various sizes. Just within Qin City, survivor teams like ours number no less than thirty!
Every group has its own survival methods. Some focus on agriculture and livestock—the 'self-sufficiency' group—while others are primarily raiders—the 'pillagers.' There might even be worse groups like the 'scorched earth' raiders! So never dream of peace!"
