At the underground parking garage's east exit was a road, and across from it stood a residential complex that had opened just two years ago. Its landscaping was excellent, with towering trees giving it an elegant, upscale appearance.
On both sides of this eastern exit lay broad expanses of empty ground, now packed with all kinds of vehicles. Whenever the sun set, the area became a noisy square-dancing venue.
Yet this environment had become a blessed land in Zhang Yang's eyes.
Whether because too little time had passed or because the Cauliflower-Heads had mishandled their command and deployment, only the west and south sides of the office building had been sealed off. No Cauliflower-Heads could be seen around this underground parking garage entrance.
After learning this, Zhang Yang did not even have time to deal with the group of survivors who refused to surrender.
"Supplies! I need plenty of supplies!"
This was the greatest problem facing Zhang Yang and the Apocalyptic Fortress.
He had previously exchanged twenty Immortal Stones for twenty million points of energy, then rapidly flung that energy away as if he were spending money in a pay-to-win web game.
After modifying the four entrances and exits of the underground parking garage with four super-steel protective doors, the energy in his hands had already fallen below ten thousand points.
Although he still had ten Immortal Stones left—the reward from Tang Kun's previous mercenary mission—he had to save some in case of emergencies.
Thus, he could not continue spending energy recklessly in the web game, at least not for the time being.
So how could he plunder resources and survivors reasonably, then lie low and develop quietly without attracting the attention of more Cauliflower-Heads? That was the crux of the problem.
Therefore, the eastern exit was the entrance to