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The base in the city center might seem sizable, yet it occupies less than one-tenth of the entire downtown area.

Stretching from the villa district to the bridge crossing the river, it forms an elongated band.

It looks like a fish.

As soon as the convoys crossed the bridge, they officially entered the third zone to the northwest.

Advancing along the main street in the belly of the fish, heading southwest.

In the middle was the headquarters.

But the destination of Liang Zhijie and the others was a hotel.@@novelbin@@

This was precisely the location where Zhang Ye once searched for generators and encountered Luo Xin, and it was also the second safe zone secured by the company after taking over the villa district.

The streets near the hotel were completely sealed off with concrete and various obstacles.

There were patrols roaming around day and night.

As the truck suddenly came to a halt beneath them, everyone in the cargo hold quickly realized that their journey's destination might have arrived.

Liang Zhijie and Huang Zitao were the first to walk to the back door of the cargo hold.

Footsteps could be heard outside already.

Screech—

The double steel-welded iron doors swung open abruptly, the dying light of dusk illuminating the dim cargo hold, revealing a uniformed Hunter standing before them.

He glanced inside, then nodded and said:

"Alright, you've arrived."

"Everyone off."

Liang Zhijie quickly responded and jumped down, bracing himself against the inner wall of the cargo hold.

Seeing this, the others also followed suit, exiting one after another.

When they had a clear view of their surroundings, many showed shocked expressions. The junction ahead had been directly bisected by two walls.

The two remaining roads formed an angle right at the junction.

Above the walls, there were over a dozen figures patrolling.

Next to it was the hotel.

The nine-story building seemed particularly conspicuous.

Only, at the entrance stood a sign that read, "Survivor Settlement Center."

"Settlement Center?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Such places were quite common in the past.

Mostly acting as governmental welfare and relief institutions, but appearing at this time seemed somewhat—

Incredible.

"Could it be that this is where we'll be staying from now on?"

"It does look quite decent!"

A man looked up at the rooms above, already imagining a soft bed and the warmth of hot water in his mind.

Since that disaster, bathing had become a fantasy for most people.

It signified luxury and pleasure.

Everyone present, without exception, had probably not taken a bath in more than half a year.

The odor on their bodies was no less potent than that of the zombies.

But they had grown accustomed to it.

Hearing the man speak, someone immediately sneered, "Day's not over, and you're already dreaming?"

"You wish."

"You'd be lucky to get a blanket to lay on the ground."

The person beside him promptly agreed, "Exactly, exactly. Forget about luxury, in my opinion, having enough to eat is good enough."

Just as the man was about to retort, the Hunters who had disembarked from the vehicle in front had already driven away.

Everyone was suddenly seized by panic.

What does this mean?

They bring us here and then just leave us be?

No hotel suite to sleep in, so we're meant to sleep right on the street?

As they were thinking this, a man had already emerged from the hotel, looking at them with a detached expression tinged with a trace of fatigue, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

As he spoke, two guards followed behind him, their bodies encased in full armor and huge gun barrels in hand.

Their deep eye sockets seemed somewhat bloodshot. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

It looked quite bizarre.

Seeing someone asking, Liang Zhijie stepped forward immediately and replied, "Wanhao District, we came from Wanhao District!"

But the man frowned upon hearing this response.

"Wanhao District?"

Looking at his expression, he probably hadn't heard of this place.

Huang Zitao noticed and immediately realized, quickly adding, "Jiangbei, we came from Jiangbei District!"

The man then nodded and said, "Alright, follow me inside."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the resettlement center.

Seeing this, the others glanced at Liang Zhijie and Huang Zitao, their faces speaking volumes.

Follow him?

The two exchanged a look, their eyes full of resolve, it was already too late for any retreat at this point.

Even if this resettlement center was for human experiments, they had to go in.

The surroundings were all filled with the company's soldiers.

There was simply no way out.

With them leading, the others no longer hesitated and all followed the man into the building ahead.

As they entered, they found themselves in what used to be the hotel's first-floor lobby, with the front desk reception nearby.

However, seated behind the desk was a woman.

"Xiao Li, register each of them," the man instructed as he approached the front desk.

"Be thorough."

The woman called Xiao Li looked to be in her twenties.

On hearing the man's words, her face immediately showed the nervous expression of a subordinate in front of a superior, and after acknowledging she promptly took out a registration book from below.

"Name?"

She asked with her head down.

Liang Zhijie, standing at the front, stepped forward and said, "Liang Zhijie, thirty-six years old, skilled at..."

Most of the skills he mentioned were actually learned later on.

The original skills were useless.

But to set an example for the others, he carefully recounted his entire past professional experience.

The person who asked the woman to register them watched from the side, his eyes showing a hint of admiration.

"Are you their leader?"

The man suddenly asked.

Hearing the question, Liang Zhijie quickly nodded and replied, "Yes, Zhang... Director Zhang asked me to temporarily lead this team."

He hesitated slightly when he mentioned Zhang Ye, but in the end, he still revealed his backing.

Indeed, upon hearing Zhang Ye's name, the man's demeanor immediately became serious.

The slight impatience from before disappeared in an instant.

"Heh, so Director Zhang arranged this. In the future, if there's anything, you can come directly to me," the man said.

"My name is Fang Zhongyu, I'm the supervisor here."

Upon hearing this, everyone else immediately cast admiring and reverent glances at him, many envying the clean uniform he wore and his neatly trimmed hair.

Just by listening to the title, one could tell that his position was certainly high.

Fang Zhongyu obviously enjoyed the feeling of being looked up to and revered.

He glanced at the woman still registering and, after apologizing to Liang Wenjie, went on his way down the corridor behind the first-floor lobby.

Once all fifteen of them had been registered, another woman came over and led them towards the elevator.

As they walked, she instructed:

"In a moment, I'll take you to your respective rooms to rest."

"One thing to note," she said.

"The resettlement center strictly forbids residents from leaving their rooms without permission from the company or managerial staff. Anyone caught doing so will be dealt with as a theft offense."

A theft offense?

It seems that this place indeed has its laws.

A man, clearly intrigued or perhaps just wanting to tease the seemingly decent woman in front of him, asked with a smile:

"Dealt how?"

"How will you deal with it?"

"It wouldn't be by you, the beauty, dealing with us, would it?"