Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Over the next few days, Lin Mo led this hundred-man squad to sweep through the entire city center.

Their clearing efficiency was extremely high. Ten squads advanced in a fan shape, from the commercial area to the residential area, from the underground parking garage to the subway station, and the zombies were wiped out wherever they went.

The team members played better and better, their teamwork became more and more seamless, and the speed at which they collected crystal cores increased day by day.

In just three days, the reserves of crystal cores exceeded 20,000.

Along the way, they also encountered a few groups of survivors sporadically.

Some of these people simply watched from afar, their eyes filled with vigilance and fear;

Some mustered their courage and came out of their hiding places to ask if they could join their camp.

Lin Mo refused all the survivors who asked to join him.

His hundred-man squad is the elite of the elite; ordinary survivors would only slow down the pace if they were included.

However, this gave him a sudden idea.

He could easily set up his own survivor camp.

Even with high efficiency, relying solely on these hundred people to collect crystal cores will ultimately have limited effectiveness.

However, if a camp could be established, and resources could be exchanged for crystal cores with other survivors or survivor camps, the efficiency would be several orders of magnitude faster.

He had plenty of food, clean water, medicine, and weapons. The factory in Lianhai County of World One was producing day and night, and the procurement channels in the main world were unimpeded.

Meanwhile, the survivors in the safe zone, who lacked food and clothing, had accumulated a few crystal cores, but they had no way to exchange them for anything useful.

He quickly went through the idea in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

He travels back and forth between World One and the main world. Resources are never a problem for him, but crystal cores are the key bottleneck that restricts his ability to improve his strength.

If he could exchange supplies for crystal cores, it would be equivalent to turning all the survivors of the apocalypse into his crystal core collecting team.

He took out a map from his spatial storage, examined it carefully for a long time, and finally pointed his finger at the location of the eastern CBD.

There is a circular lake there, with several landmark buildings in the center of the lake.

The tallest building, the Dajiang City International Financial Center, was once a landmark of the entire Southeast region before the apocalypse.

The lake has now dried up, revealing the silt and pebbles at the bottom, forming a natural basin with a wide view.

If a zombie approaches, it can be detected in advance, regardless of which direction it comes from.

Moreover, the land where those tall buildings are located is relatively high to begin with, so if a wall is built around it, it can be used as a fortress.

Having made his decision, Lin Mo didn't delay any longer.

He led his troops through most of the city, advancing towards the CBD.

They cleared out tens of thousands more zombies along the way, and the reserves of crystal cores continued to increase.

The journey to the CBD took several days.

After arriving, the team of 100 people spent several more days cleaning up the entire circular lake area.

The team members thoroughly searched every building, confirming that there were no blind spots. The zombies within a few kilometers were also basically wiped out. Standing on the top floor of the financial center and looking out, not a single wandering zombie could be seen in the field of vision.

After the cleanup was completed, Lin Mo returned to Lianhai County and brought in several hundred more engineering soldiers.

The dried-up lakebed of the circular lake was designed as the first line of defense, and the engineering soldiers began to pour cement walls and build a suspension bridge on the higher ground of the shore.

The deep trenches at the bottom of the lake were filled with sharpened steel bars stuck upside down.

Several buildings inside the circular lake were converted into living quarters, supply warehouses, and command centers.

The entire camp was designed with reference to the city defense standards of the safe zone, but thanks to modern engineering equipment and a sufficient supply of cement, the construction speed was several times faster.

The engineering corps worked day and night, the roar of cement mixers and the sparks from cutting steel bars never ceasing from morning till night.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo sent several squads with megaphones to patrol the surrounding ruins and spread the message to the survivors hiding in the shadows.

A new survivor camp called "Dawn City" has been established in the CBD. It has water, electricity, food, and medicine, and people are willing to exchange resources for crystal cores at fair prices.

Whether you're a lone wolf or a small group of survivors, you can trade.

As long as you abide by the rules of Dawn City, you are free to come and go, and will never be forced to stay.

After the news spread, the sentries on the wall were the first to notice the commotion.

A young man wrapped in a tattered canvas cloak peeked out from the ruins, cautiously walked onto the suspension bridge, and waved his hands above his head to indicate that he was unarmed.

"stop!"

Near the city gate, the sentry raised his gun, his tone wary.

"What do you do?"

"I heard that you can exchange crystal cores for things here..."

Is it true?

The young man's voice was dry and trembling, as if he hadn't had water in a long time.

The sentry looked him up and down, then glanced at the ruins in the distance behind him.

There were two or three figures hiding there, peeking out from behind the half-collapsed wall, too afraid to go forward.

The sentry picked up the walkie-talkie, asked the duty officer for a few instructions, and then shouted at the young man:

It's true.

You guys, come over here together. Let's get the rules straight...

"No causing trouble or stealing once you're in the camp. If you follow the rules, you're welcome; if you break them, you're out and never allowed to come back."

Several survivors, looking excited, filed out of their hiding place and followed the sentry through a newly opened small door in the wall, where they were led to the supplies exchange area.

The exchange counter was located on the ground floor of a financial building near the suspension bridge, which was originally the bank lobby.

The shelves behind the bulletproof glass window were piled high with supplies.

Compressed biscuits, ham sausages, instant noodles, bottled water, first aid kits, and even a few pieces of roast chicken and braised pork wrapped in oil paper.

Several survivors stood in front of the row of shelves, their eyes wide with amazement.

A middle-aged woman wrapped in a dirty scarf pointed at the shelf, her voice trembling:

"This, this is..."

What is this?

Is this braised pork?

Is this a real braised pork bun?