The scene before them stirred a feverish desire in many of their hearts.
If they could have this supply depot all to themselves, they would truly never have to worry about food or drink again for the rest of their lives.
They could just shut the main gate, and nothing—not Aberrant Beasts, zombies, or even sandstorms—could get in.
They could live out their days in peace and security.
However, such thoughts came as quickly as they went.
Never mind whether they could defeat Hector Grant and his subordinates.
Their friends and family were all still back in Subterra.
Many of these Superpower Users had never even met before, let alone grown familiar or built any trust.
'What could a fractured group like them possibly accomplish?'
Even if they got lucky and won, they would only end up as enemies in the end.
'And who would be willing to share such a massive supply depot with anyone else?'
