Industrial Cthulhu doesn't believe in the end times.

Chapter 18 My Name is Also Su Xun

Su Xun's safety is now the top priority of the entire Kuafu Plan, which means he rarely has the opportunity to go out.

This was his first time going out since arriving at the coastal base.

It was cloudy all day on the 18th, but after a heavy rain at night, today is sunny and even a bit hot.

Two young men approached Su Xun, and the three of them stared at each other in disbelief.

The three were not only almost identical in height and build, but also in appearance.

"Who are these two?"

"Your stand-in," Wang Wei introduced from the side.

Oh, so it's a comrade who's going to take a bullet for me and carry a knife for me.

Su Xun's eyes flickered, but instead of shaking hands, he saluted the two of them.

"How should I address you, comrades?"

The two looked at each other and smiled simultaneously, as if they were looking in a mirror.

"My name is Su Xun."

"My name is also Su Xun."

The real Su Xun shook his head with a wry smile.

There are many such people among the People's Liberation Army soldiers, who are serious yet lively.

One of the two cleared his throat: "No joke, we might be attending some meetings and public events in your place in the near future, so we need to get used to your name as soon as possible in case someone calls us and we can't react."

"So we will try to avoid mentioning our original names from now on, but it's okay to tell you who it is now."

"My name is Wang Junyou."

"My name is Zhang Wei."

Su Xun nodded: "Then I'll leave the rest to you."

"It's okay, it's our job, just like you have yours."

The three walked together toward the car. An outsider might mistake them for triplets, finding it hard to imagine how the organization could find two people who looked so much like them in such a short time.

Could it be the power of facial recognition?
Besides the two body doubles, Jiang Yi will naturally be accompanying them on this trip, along with several comrades in charge of related matters and military advisor Wang Wei.

Besides that, there was another acquaintance, Zheng Yuan from the security department.

"Long time no see, Team Leader Zheng."

"Long time? It's only been two days."

Su Xun smiled and didn't say much. If you could meet someone you met two days ago again in the apocalypse, they were already old friends worth catching up with.

He then asked, "How are Old Xu and Director He?"

Zheng Yuandao said, "Grandpa Xu is doing very well. The project is progressing smoothly, and he's even eating more."

"As for Director He, he's been very busy lately, flying all over the country. He's practically living a life of traveling from the East China Sea to the Kunlun Mountains. He came into contact with you quite early, and he's been handling a lot of classified information about you."

"That must have been really tough."

Once we got in the car, there wasn't any of the classic scene of some clueless passerby stopping the car and causing a scene—who in their right mind would stop an armored vehicle, let alone a convoy?

Three troop carriers and two Mengshi vehicles drove out of the base together, and traffic police had planned the route in advance. Su Xun didn't see a single person along the way.

This made Su Xun somewhat regretful. He had been exhausted and stressed from work recently, and since he had finally managed to go out, he was happy to see some fun without wasting too much time.

ASEAN's strong control over key issues deprived him of this opportunity, and several vehicles quickly stopped in front of the first shelter.

Several massive, steel-structured factory buildings came into view, surrounded by barbed wire and other barriers, with a high wall under construction. At the entrance stood two watchtowers with pre-installed machine gun positions, and between them was a heavy, sturdy steel gate.

At first glance, a chilling and menacing atmosphere washes over you.

Just as Su Xun was about to get out of the car, Jiang Yi stopped her. She took out a hat and glasses and put them on Su Xun, then took out a makeup brush from her bag and touched up Su Xun's face.

"..."

I always thought this person was just a personal assistant, but judging from Zheng Yuan's nonchalant expression, she must have some other side hustles.

Or perhaps another main job.

"Don't I need to wear a mask?"

Jiang Yi smiled gently: "Isn't that obviously saying that you have a complicated background?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine with a simple adjustment. People who don't know you very well won't recognize you."

"You can stay with the group for a while and discuss it with a few comrades. Let Comrade Wang Junyou go first."

"alright."

When facing these people in the office, or rather, when facing all those who represent the country and are trying their best to save the world from its apocalypse, Su Xun felt that he couldn't put on any of the airs of a ninth-level superhuman.

Just do as these people are told, and the main thing is to never cause trouble.

"Come on, go down and have a look."

The local personnel in charge of building the shelter quickly came to greet them—of course, not Su Xun, nor Wang Junyou who was playing Su Xun, but Wang Wei who was playing the leader.

The units building these shelters are not actually aware that they are building shelters, and the name could cause widespread panic if it were to spread.

Just as ASEAN announced a state of combat readiness, these sites were still built under the guise of military outposts, air defense, and artillery protection. Wang Wei came to inspect them in the name of the military.

Wang Junyou pretended to know nothing throughout, only looking around at the leaders who were making useless remarks, while Su Xun followed not far from them, listening to their conversation while observing his surroundings.

On-site investigation is an essential step, as some problems can only be discovered when you see them with your own eyes.

Before entering, Su Xun discussed with his comrade beside him.

“I think this door can be modified. While horizontal sliding doors have their advantages and are not easy to be knocked open, they are more likely to get stuck once they deform during an impact, and their structural strength is not high.”

"The double doors may seem easy to break open, but there are actually many ways to hold them in place. Let's discuss this further."

The person next to them hurriedly scribbled something down in a notebook, and the group stepped into the so-called military outpost.

"Sir, look, these are the standardized grain warehouses we have set up. Each warehouse has a storage capacity of 500 tons, and each outpost will be allocated six warehouses to achieve a total storage capacity of 3,000 tons."

"Based on a population of 10,000, this level of grain reserves is sufficient to support a year's consumption."

Each of the grain silos in front of us is nearly seven stories high, with its massive steel structure gleaming in the sunlight.

"How much grain reserve do we have to distribute to these outposts?"

An office staff member checked the relevant records and replied, "Currently, the national grain reserves have exceeded one billion tons, and the rice reserves alone are over one hundred million tons—there is no need to worry about that. The grain supply is more than sufficient. The main pressure is only on transportation and the construction of new storage facilities."

"Currently, more than 800 of the 1,000 large grain storage bases across the country have entered the outbound process, and tens of thousands of tons of grain are distributed to various places every day."

Su Xun looked up for a while, a smile appearing on his lips.

Only when he saw such a creation appear before him did he truly feel that his efforts over the past period had yielded results.

That's right, this is what it means to stockpile food and hoard supplies. Who would pay for their own supplies at the supermarket after being reborn in the apocalypse?

Within a month, shelters of this scale will be spread across the country, serving as ground-based relief hubs and saving tens of thousands of survivors in the apocalypse.

Based on calculations from my previous life, the number of survivors in the entire ASEAN region in the first year of the apocalypse was probably no more than 20 million. I wonder what it will be like this time?

(End of this chapter)