A few minutes later, James Lone had gathered enough intelligence about the 910 unit.

The top leader was named Bruce, who also happened to be the strongest. He had once been a cement factory owner who, after accidentally gaining significant combat abilities, orchestrated a coup to seize power.

What exactly this combat ability was, Wilson didn't know. The only people who had witnessed Bruce's strength were now dead.

This bombing plan for the Magic Sea had been personally devised by Bruce.

"No wonder it's such a brutal plan..." James mused to himself.

With such a figure in charge, the 910 unit was bound to be chaotic, far less organized compared to the television station base.

However, they were not lacking resources.

Under the previous commander, Yang Shauze, the military had struck a nearby national strategic reserve, seizing an immense cache of food. Although most of the fresh provisions had spoiled, they still managed to secure vast quantities of supplies.

In addition, Bruce's nephew, Omar Scott, led a team of superhumans known as the Special Operations Team.

This elite unit comprised about fifty members, all powerful combat-oriented superhumans, who enjoyed exceptionally good treatment—each one considered a valuable asset by Bruce.

"Mr. Lone, if you join the Special Operations Team, you'll gain the protection of the 910 unit. You won't have to worry about your men or the, uh... your ladies' safety anymore."

Wilson's face was plastered with a sycophantic smile. He understood well that with James Lone's impressive powers, which allowed him to handle mutated beasts as pets, once he entered the 910 base, it was likely he would become the squad leader of the Special Operations Team, commanding five superhumans!

In this apocalypse, that was one of the most enviable positions imaginable!

Five superhumans, plus the squad leader himself—six combat-oriented superhumans—was an extraordinarily strong force.

James Lone would undoubtedly become a significant figure within the ranks of the 910 base!

Once Wilson connected those dots, he freely spilled a wealth of information for James.

Bruce's brother, Aron Scott, oversaw the coastal national strategic reserve.

The prior strongest superhuman of the 910 unit, Liu Jianhua, managed all lifestyle and support superhumans.

Wei Xuhu, a youthful officer from the 910 unit, controlled the powerful First Mechanical Battalion, which was currently engaged in the campaign to seize the Fourth Heavy Machine.

As a gesture of "gratitude," James offered each of the three men a cigarette and a big pack of Snickers.

Then, with a smile on his face, he sent Wilson and his men on their way.

After gathering a general understanding of the 910 unit, James Lone was no longer flying blind.

...

Meanwhile, Wilson returned to the camp, grinning to himself with the two soldiers in tow.

The soldiers found a quiet corner on the way and divided the cigarettes among themselves.

Wilson kept two for himself while the other soldiers each took half of one.

They tore into the large pack of Snickers, dividing it up according to the same ratio.

The three displayed contented expressions and quickly sealed their lips about the encounter with James.

As they neared the safe zone, they realized many survivors were unable to enter, with crowds jamming the entrance.

With darkness slowly creeping in, a number of survivors decided to rest at this supply point for the night, planning to move on the following day.

But with only entry allowed and no exits, the safe zone quickly filled to capacity.

In the small area, thousands were crammed inside, while the few dozen soldiers present struggled to manage the overwhelming situation, with supplies dwindling rapidly.

However, the survivors pushing forward were relentless, desperate to secure their share of food.

One sweating soldier shouted, "Stop shoving! We're out of food already—the next shipment won't arrive until tomorrow. Everyone needs to settle down and rest! Notify those in the back not to try and come in!"

The news of the food shortage ignited confusion in the crowd.

"Impossible! It's only the first day, and there's no food?!" "These damn soldiers are bleeding us dry! How could there be no food?!" "They must be hiding it to sell us later!"

The survivors screamed in protest as they pressed forward.

The soldiers were terrified; they hadn't expected conditions to deteriorate so quickly.

While trying to force their way in, Wilson saw the situation growing dire. Acting on instinct, he drew his gun and fired a shot into the air.

Bang!

The crowd froze for a moment.

"Shut the hell up! Everyone, settle down! If you don't, I'll shoot!" he bellowed.

Fear swept over the survivors.

The apocalypse was still fresh in their minds, and the lingering authority of guns and military presence remained.

The tense atmosphere barely stabilized as the survivors could do little else but huddle together, grumbling quietly. It was the only way to gain a sense of safety in the misty chaos.

Wilson wiped the sweat from his brow as he maneuvered back into the camp, but before he could catch his breath, a soldier rushed up to him in a panic.

"Sergeant! We may have a problem! The first reconnaissance team has gone silent—they haven't checked in for over sixteen minutes!"

"What?!" Wilson surged to his feet.

Due to the heavy obscurement of the purple mist, he had dispatched reconnaissance teams outward, about 500 meters from the supply point, to gather intel and ensure they wouldn't be ambushed by powerful mutated creatures.

These teams were supposed to check in every ten minutes.

And now one of them had gone off the grid!

They must have encountered either a powerful superhuman or a mutated beast. Neither scenario spelled good news.

Among all the personnel in the supply point, only Wilson was a superhuman, and his ability was supportive—not suited for battle.

Without hesitation, Wilson quickly selected two soldiers to accompany him. "You two need to head to the first reconnaissance team's last known location—find out what's going on and report back as soon as possible!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two soldiers understood the gravity of the situation and dashed out urgently.

Wilson couldn't shake his agitation.

Moments later, the two soldiers returned, panic etched across their faces.

"What happened?" Wilson's heart sank at the sight.

"One of the surveillance groups! It's rebels! We saw a rogue unit in military gear rounding up survivors and planning to attack the supply point! They opened fire at us as soon as they spotted us!"

Wilson was at a complete loss. "Rebels? Where did they come from? How many are there?!"

The soldier stammered as he explained, "At least a hundred! Most of them are armed. They looked scruffy, like they've been wandering the woods for ages, and they're making their way toward us!"

A hundred armed individuals!

Wilson felt panic wash over him.