End of the meeting.
Zhang Tie and An Xia jumped around to find his sister.
According to him, he has no brains and will do whatever Captain Lin tells him to do.
The trial was finally over, and he could no longer hold back his passion for beer and barbecue. It is unknown whether he was dragged away by An Xia or whether he did it voluntarily.
Gao Tianze went to the back mountain with Liang Shaoguang. According to him, he always felt that the legend about Beiyin Mountain in Liang Shaoguang's mouth made him feel inexplicably touched.
The two wanted to search and see if they could find any traces where the Moon Wolf Fang was found.
As for Wen Ya and An Jingtian, they continued to deal with base affairs worriedly.
In the brightly lit room, only Lin An, Mo Ling, and...
Chuan.
Sitting across from him, Lin An looked helplessly at Mo Ling, who was stubborn and unwilling to leave, and then looked at Chu An silently.
There are some words and some things that he actually doesn’t want everyone to know.
"Say it."
"What do you want to do?"
The two looked at each other, and Lin An opened his mouth to break the silence, but the calmness in his tone made the ink man beside him feel something strange.
Something isn't quite right.
What else did the two of them say?
Looking at the closed door of the conference room, Mo Ling thoughtfully sat close to Lin An.
So warm...
"nothing."
The two of them seemed to be playing a riddle. Chu An lifted the frame slightly and spoke slowly:
"I need that B-level clearance you obtained."
Lowering his head, Mo Ling calmly sat two minutes closer to Lin An.
Smelling that familiar smell and realizing that Lin An didn't dislike the smell of mutants on her body made her feel so much better.
She was in such a hurry that she didn't have time to change her clothes in order to help the base disperse the zombie tide.
He pricked up his ears, but his little mind couldn't help but wonder what was going on between the two of them. Why did he feel the smell of gunpowder?
Didn't we discuss the matter just now?
Moreover...Lin An also agreed with Chu Da's perverted idea.
While thinking.
With a flash of white light, Lin An casually took out the authority and threw it on the table.
The golden light group exudes the power of rules and instantly casts a strange color on the entire conference room.
Tapping his fingertips on the table, Lin An stared at Colonel Chu's expressionless poker face, as if trying to understand what he was thinking:
"You should know exactly what I want to say."
"Rule authority can be given to you."
Pause for a moment.
"But why are you seducing me?"
"I admit that the problems you mentioned before are serious, but they are from an overall perspective."
"I don't believe you, Chu An, can't think of the optimal solution or the real consequences."
Thoughts are racing.
Under super-effective thinking, Lin An clearly realized that all of Colonel Chu's previous remarks were confusing concepts.
That's right, a food crisis. If the spread of memes is not addressed, many people will die.
Whether it's growing food or establishing an early warning system, it all seems right.
However, that is a matter for the entire Chinese War Zone, the military, and everyone!
To put it selfishly, why should Lin'an and Longan bases bear all this independently?
Does the military not have a third level, or is there no "Deng Xiang" in the entire war zone?
By winning the first place in the trial, he has achieved the best result for the entire Chinese War Zone.
Lin An made no secret and expressed his thoughts directly:
“Food problem..”
"It's right to plant psychic crops, but isn't the best solution in the short term to select those who should survive?"
"I didn't establish Long'an to raise a bunch of losers. If I'm required to be a nanny to support them, then what's the point of establishing Long'an?"
"The essence of the problem now is that there are too many people."
"One, ten, a hundred, a thousand people... I have the power, but it doesn't mean I can't save them."
"But that's tens or hundreds of millions!"
"If nothing else, once crops are planted, Long'an Base will not only significantly reduce the spiritual energy reserves, but also delay the upgrade progress."
"Once the news spreads, in a few months, countless hungry survivors will flock to Long'an Base as a life-saving straw!"
Of course, psychic crops can be grown, but they must be grown.
But the problem is that Chu An did not mention any confidentiality plan, or even the so-called military satellite monitoring of the gathered survivors, but the implication was that he wanted to publicize it.
Only by telling everyone that there is food in Long'an will they need to worry about the large number of survivors who suddenly gather and flock to Long'an base!
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
After hearing this, Mo Ling suddenly realized why Lin An was suddenly so cold and had a perverted private conversation with Chu Da.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with planting psychic plants, but once you do this, it is equivalent to setting the Long'an base on the fire.
The information simply cannot be kept secret.
A food crisis is bound to break out, and by then the hungry people will be more terrifying than the tide of corpses.
When the time comes, Long An won't be able to "rescue people" even if he doesn't want to.
Faced with Lin An's questioning, Colonel Chu did not make any response.
He just lowered his head like a machine, not knowing what he was thinking.
Sighed.
Lin An looked at Chu An with a complicated expression:
"You name it."
"Once we can't bring out so much food, tens of millions of survivors will look at us like a blood feud. They will break through our defenses, gnash their teeth, and hate us for not wanting to "help." Even if we can't arrive."
"They will attract endless waves of corpses, and there will be a large number of "monsters" mixed among them."
Word by word:
"You said, you really got that far..."
"Should I kill...or not?"
In silence, Chu An raised his head, his expression remained unchanged:
"Believe me, that won't happen."
This short sentence fell into Mo Ling's ears, but there was a sense of feeble justification.
"Won't?"
Lin An chuckled and leaned back slightly.
In the memory of his previous life, he knew many examples.
He even witnessed a safe zone kindly accepting survivors and distributing food after planting crops.
But by the end, more and more humans are swarming around.
Kindness will always be regarded as weakness in the apocalypse.
After food could not be supplied to everyone, the angry crowd destroyed the entire safe zone. They ate everything they saw, even the seeds they would sow next time in exchange for their high reputation.
No one cares about the future, no one can stay sane.
Most people only care about whether they can survive today.
In the end, the safe zone dubbed "Hope" was left with only ruins and starving people everywhere.
"Chu An, I've told you this all along. I never had any intention of saving anyone."
"I'm not that great and I can't do it."
"All I want to do is protect the people around me, that's all."
Smoothly touching the top of Mo Ling's head, Lin An sighed softly.
"I know.."
"You've been guiding me, haven't you?"
There was no hostility or caution towards Chu An.
Lin An just felt that there seemed to be a slight estrangement between him and Chu An, and this estrangement came from ideas and identities.
"As you said, you are willing to join Long An and recognize me. It is because you, Chu An, think I may be hope and fire."
"You feel that everything is going in a good direction, so you hope that I can take responsibility. Go and help with things that the Capital Military District cannot do, or cannot spare the power to do."
"You have been changing me subtly."
"After all, you are a member of the Chinese military."
Leaning on the sofa, Lin An's eyes flashed with fatigue. Under the bright light, the conference table in front of him separated the two of them like a knife.
Maybe Chu An can really handle it.
Long'an Base can really feed the surrounding war zones and save many, many people...
The base is developing extremely fast, and its own strength is also the best in the world.
But Lin An has always known that the crisis has never been resolved.
Third level, what does it count?
At the end of the day, no mistakes are allowed. Once he makes a wrong step, there will be an endless abyss waiting for him.
Fire cooks flowers.
