While Zhao Tianlei, Chen Junyu, and Fu Yingdong were discussing their next rescue plan and course of action, a shout suddenly rang out. A man carrying a firearm came sprinting toward the three of them at incredible speed.
When Zhao Tianlei saw who it was, he froze for a moment and instinctively blurted out, "Wu Xuan, why are you so worked up? What happened?"
Wu Xuan immediately said, "Brother Lei, hurry and take a look. Just now, our people suddenly spotted a group of outsiders while they were patrolling and standing guard. They look rather ragged, but they all seem to be armed."
"What? You found a group of people? Where are they now?"
After hearing Wu Xuan's words, Zhao Tianlei was startled. He had originally come to rescue people, but now a group had appeared inside the base. At that moment, he had no idea whether they were survivors or a self-organized rescue team from the base.
Wu Xuan continued, "They're heading this way. Judging by their numbers, there should be around two or three hundred of them."
After hearing this, several people, including Zhao Tianlei, were immediately filled with surprise and anticipation. No matter what, this was precisely the time when everyone was searching for rescuers, and manpower was urgently needed.
If those two or three hundred people were truly armed survivors from the base, then their arrival could not have come at a better time.
"Come with me. Let's hurry over and make contact with them."
In any case, the people outside the medical center represented an excellent opportunity. Although their strength was far inferior to Zhao Tianlei's—so much so that they were not even worth him lifting a hand against—being able to make contact with them might increase his fighting force and create more opportunities for