Company Commander Assignments

About six minutes later.

Gavin looked at the radio, which had been completely disconnected, and said helplessly to the guys beside him with a wry smile.

"Guys, honestly, I think I was warm enough, but even so, they still refused to tell us their address..." As he spoke, Gavin rubbed his brow with an amused look.

This damned apocalypse had truly forced the remaining survivors, along with their camps, into a new dark forest law. Compared to the zombies, which had only undergone small-scale mutations so far and had yet to display greater danger...

Other survivor camps that had already formed stable groups and accumulated their own survival experience were even more wary of being coveted by other camps! Wesker, who had just contacted Gavin, was no exception.

Gavin had promised them nearly twenty tons of supplies. That was twenty tons of assorted grain, cooking oil, flour, canned food, and bottled water! And what happened?

Even though Gavin repeatedly guaranteed that he would send at most two or three squads to Home to contact Wesker's side...

Wesker stubbornly refused to reveal their address, no matter what. He would not provide Gavin with any location information whatsoever.

As for the news about Johnny and Anglu, Wesker generously said that he was merely repaying Gavin's favor.

After all, in the early days of the apocalypse, Gavin's radio station had delivered countless pieces of zombie intelligence and response plans to innumerable survivors who were lost and confused. Home had benefited from that intelligence as well, so the information they gave Gavin in return was also free. In short, contact between the Alliance and Home lasted only ten minutes before ending completely.

And Gavin...

He sat before the radio with an amused smile, idly rubbing his brow.

What method could allow the Alliance to