Early the next morning, the survivors who had rested overnight gathered early in one place.
Since today was their action day, the base unusually allocated extra breakfast supplies for each person going out: white flour buns.
Though the number was a bit meager, for the survivors who had been surviving on sparse fruit for two weeks, this was a special "gift".
"Damn! I almost forgot what this stuff tasted like!" Wang Qiang exclaimed while eating.
His heartfelt words undoubtedly echoed the thoughts of the other survivors.
Especially He Jing's daughter, Fangfang, whose pitiful eyes fixed straight on the mouths of those partaking, making everyone reluctant to continue their eating.
But considering the necessity of the mission, they had to force themselves to continue, as this task was fraught with danger. Missing this rare chance to fill their bellies due to "moral etiquette" would cost them more than just a white flour bun.
