Kabul was surrounded by mountains on all four sides, and its suburbs were also divided into numerous small patches of land.
The American soldiers and the Afghans jointly occupied the largest patch of suburban land.
But it still was not very large, only about 5,000 mu, less than four square kilometers.
Kenny led Shen Jin to a low building.
It looked as though it had originally been a warehouse for pesticides and fertilizer.
After accepting his fate, Kenny realized that these Chinese people had only come for the potion and had no intention of killing anyone.
So he had the soldiers disperse.
The highest-ranking leaders had already embarrassed themselves; there was no need to keep doing it.
Shen Jin strolled through the Afghan base with his hands behind his back, looking quite at ease.
The situation was very safe now, and everything was under control.
"Oh~ Director Kenny, you have greenhouse vegetables here too. Looks like you're living pretty well."
Kenny smiled awkwardly. "This used to be Kabul's vegetable-growing base, so there's certainly no shortage of greenhouses. You know, Americans really like vegetables. Their soldiers demand balanced nutrition."
"Oh! Got it. The Americans asked you to build these back then, right?"
The Afghan defense minister beside him said, "Ahem! Assisted... they assisted us with reconstruction."
"Uh, yes, that's right!"
Shen Jin shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Everyone's the same after the apocalypse anyway. Having some vegetables to eat is always nice."
Kenny replied, "Yes. Unfortunately, we have nowhere to graze our cattle and sheep, so productivity has dropped considerably."
"Huh!?"
Li Moxiao, who had been wandering around idly, suddenly stopped and stared intently at Kenny, as though she had discovered a new continent.
Kenny was startled by Li Moxiao's "man-eating" gaze and unconsciously shifted half a step behind Shen Jin.
"Mr.