A few days later--
Inside a grain warehouse at Huaibei Base, Zhou Mingyuan sat with several older police officers, the atmosphere at the scene somewhat silent for some reason.
"Director Zhou, the current situation is a bit grim. In the beginning, when I talked to those guys under me, it went pretty smoothly. Many of them agreed to stand with us when we stood up, but now, with a growing Hunter Squad, An Yang has basically taken control of most of the base's power!"
One person said, "Old Wang, it's not just most of it. Don't forget that the guns are all in their hands!"
Another person said, "That's not necessarily true. Don't forget that half of the Hunter Squad used to be our people!"
The man called Old Wang was also a deputy director, but at the moment he looked very worried, and he let out a sigh.
"It would be fine if we didn't talk about this, but mentioning it makes it even worse. In the beginning, these little punks all talked a good game with me, but not two weeks later they started avoiding the topic, saying things like killing zombies is what survivors should do. Bah! When they die outside, that's when they'll know what survivors are actually supposed to do!"
"Ain't that the truth, these ungrateful wolves! Especially since the Hunter Squad split up three days ago, three of our former people became squad leaders. I thought my chance had come, but when I went to talk to those three little punks, they actually said that no matter what, it's impossible for them to betray An Yang. Go to hell, did they forget who took care of them back then?!"
One person had remained silent the whole time, and suddenly spoke up, "Not necessarily, we