July 6, year one of the apocalypse, 8 a.m.
Panjin City.
Home No. 1's official supply station.
Outside stood a three-layer, twenty-meter-high wall made of [reinforced stone]. Even Tier 2 Zombies could not break through it! City guard patrols stood atop the wall, every one of them a Peak Tier 2 Superhuman.
Enclosed in the middle was a long, low space resembling a logistics warehouse.
There was little architectural beauty to it, but it was practical.
Anything needed for fighting on the front lines could be found here.
Weapons, equipment, food, water, vehicles, condoms...
Besides the official shops, there were plenty of private stalls.
There were especially many places to eat. Although Home No. 1 also sold hot meals, the selection was limited. These Superhumans who licked blood off knife edges (contracted the zombie virus, died) would hardly scrimp on their stomachs.
They were Superhumans, not cultivators. Not only could they not live without food, they ate a hell of a lot!
There were also plenty of deals involving manpower.
When small zombie nests were discovered, it took multiple people working together to wipe them out. If they could not win, naturally, they came back to round up help.
Civilian Superhumans spontaneously formed large teams to conquer them.
If they really could not beat them, they sought help from official Superhumans, but half their spoils would be taken. This was mainly to prevent everyone from endlessly requesting help and wasting public Superhuman resources.
Of course, lending a hand when they happened across someone in the wilderness was free.
Shen Jin would not watch his compatriots die, either. Money was mainly for promoting the base's development, not for hoarding.
Besides, he could print money.
Home No. 1's official Superhumans did not lack spending money, either.
Besides their basic military pay, they