"So... you... are we going to incite those starving people to riot?" Amelia asked instinctively, not forgetting that she was now a member of the Mutual Aid Society, and deliberately used the word "we".
"Whether it's a riot or not, that's none of our business," Zhang Tianyuan waved his hand. "Our only responsibility is to get the starving people to the granaries and give them a chance to eat. After that, whether they choose to negotiate or continue to resist, we won't interfere."
Amelia sighed.
"It seems this is the only way to save these starving people..."
She seemed a little down.
Reality was quite different from her ideal.
In her ideal scenario, the problem of these starving people could be solved through a more peaceful means, such as the local authorities making amends and deciding to open the granaries to distribute food.
Overall, her attitude was weak and compromising.
Having grown up at a NASA base and raised by her own father, she sympathizes with the starving people, but her character lacks the strength and determination that comes with experience.
In her heart, if she could properly settle these starving people now, she could even choose to ignore everything that had happened to them in the past...
Unfortunately, there has been no reply from North America these past few days; their communication seems to have entered a black hole.
When communication proves hopeless, even a weakling like her has only one option left to take.
That means doing as the Mutual Aid Society says.
Although this move will bring renewed turmoil to North America, and may even affect those who currently have food to eat and are enjoying the last vestiges of peace...
But she simply couldn't bear to watch tens of millions of starving people die painfully in the desert.
"Our only wish is to bring light to the starving people."
Finally, Amelia clasped her hands tightly against her forehead, closed her eyes, and said nothing more.
They might be praying, or they might simply be unable to bear witnessing the bloodshed and sacrifice to come.
Neither explanation is surprising, given the existence of Saturn's wormhole. Many people in North America have some religious beliefs, and even NASA bases provide fertile ground for religious groups to thrive. Over time, this will naturally influence others.
"We cannot bring light; they must light their own sun." Zhang Tianyuan stood up and patted...
He patted her on the shoulder, left those words, and then turned and left with the others.
Although Amelia didn't directly say she agreed to the plan, she had undoubtedly tacitly approved of it.
Now we need to start preparing.
After discussing the matter with the members of the Response Bureau for a while, Zhang Tianyuan signaled Wu Yisi to disclose the results of the discussion to the various branches and asked them to cooperate.
Level 1 Response.
This unsurprising result was quickly transmitted to various time and space locations through increasingly advanced spatiotemporal communication.
Also received was a list of supplies needed for the operation, including 100 tons of compressed food, several light weapons, ten water trucks, and an armed convoy for maintaining order.
The 100 tons of food and the water truck were meant to provide sustenance for the first batch of starving people. Given their condition, they were unlikely to be able to even stand up, let alone attack the granary.
And this isn't a large sum of money.
Even if the Mutual Aid Society is poor, it shouldn't be so poor that it can't even produce 100 tons of compressed food.
As for the remaining light weapons...
As a peace organization, the Mutual Aid Society and its various branches have many things to offer, but they have the most discarded weapons. In any timeline, they could find a warehouse from before the apocalypse and arm 100,000 starving people.
These supplies were contracted by No. 1 Spacetime and were prepared in less than two hours. Then, Wang Lei led a group of people to escort them to a desert area.
The scorching ground was radiating intense heat, a stark contrast to the frigid conditions of the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime.
"We can already see starving people a kilometer ahead." A white team member was operating a drone, providing real-time updates.
Wang Lei nodded and told all members to be on high alert.
Behind him was an armed convoy transferred from the North America region of the Wandering Spacetime, with more than 600 members and a large number of weapons, both lethal and non-lethal, all of which could be found on their thick tactical vests.
Before the Mutual Aid Society arrived, their job was to suppress the mobs outside the underground city.
They were brought in to prevent the starving people from getting out of control, and only this experienced team could successfully complete this task.
Soon, the long convoy arrived before the starving people.
The brakes were quite loud.
However, lying on the outskirts of the desert, they were already hungry.
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The starving people, who were weak and numb, merely rolled their eyes and then paid no more attention to them.
Normally, only convoys transporting starving people would arrive here.
Initially, every time the vehicle arrived, many people would rush over, some trying to steal it, some begging the driver to take them away, all sorts of situations occurred.
However, all of this was in vain. In the end, the starving people were simply shot a few times, and the vultures had a few hundred more corpses to feed on. Gradually, everyone gave up.
Nowadays, no one excitedly rushes to get on the bus when it arrives.
But this time is different from the past.
Several starving people quickly realized this.
After the convoy stopped, instead of opening the car doors and herding people out like animals as before, hundreds of fully armed soldiers jumped out one after another in an orderly fashion.
This scene instinctively made several starving people uneasy. Some gasped for breath, wanting to sit up and leave this place of trouble, while others remained numb, indifferent to life and death.
But the next second, several plastic packages were thrown around them, and a soldier wearing a black helmet with a rifle slung over his shoulder, his finger near the trigger, said in a British accent:
"Call everyone over, we're about to distribute food."
Looking at the package next to them labeled "compressed biscuits," the starving people, though they didn't recognize Chinese, clearly understood what the soldier had just said.
"This... is food?" A person shakily bit open the packaging with their teeth and immediately smelled a strong aroma inside.
Driven by hunger, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed a compressed biscuit in a few bites, covering his mouth even as he choked and gagged.
The soldiers nearby handed over a few bottles of water and even helped open them.
Under Wang Lei's direction, the convoy behind them all honked their Horn, trying to attract the attention of other starving people in the desert.
The next second, figures suddenly appeared on the desert.
The starving people slowly rose from the gutter, from the pits they had dug themselves, their eyes staring straight at them.
They were too far away to know what had happened.
puff!
The water truck turned on its spray nozzles.
The clear water quickly formed a seven-colored rainbow...
The next second, all the starving people surged forward!