"You're Senior Sister's sister Sang Huai, right?"

Tong Yue looked at Lin Xi and said, "I heard from Senior Sister just now, she said that you are also an alien, and your ability is space, which can be used to store materials." ”

"Well, what's the problem?"

Lin Xi raised his eyes, and his gaze did not wave. This calm demeanor made Tong Yue dissatisfied.

Where did this Sang Huai get the confidence to talk to her like this.

She is one of the people in charge of the base, and she is also a fourth-level mid-level ability, which of the people who came to the base to take refuge did not look in admiration or gratitude when they saw her, this Sang Huai actually looked quite tall.

Why, with such a space-breaking ability, you really treat yourself as a green onion?

Tong Yue took a deep breath and suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and said, "I heard from Senior Sister that you took a lot of food and supplies from a nursing home before, and they were all placed in your space. ”

"That's right, now in a special situation, the base stipulates that all the materials brought by the survivors must be handed over and kept by ZF on their behalf, so as to avoid conflicts among the people due to uneven resources."

"So, before we go in, please take out the materials you put in the space first, and let our people count and place them."

It turned out to be this idea.

Lin Xi's eyes couldn't help but turn cold - it seemed that Sang Ling still felt that she was nothing if she didn't have those supplies.

"Are you saying that the materials I got back from the zombie group at the risk of my life before will be handed over directly to ZF when I get to the base, and they will be owned by ZF?"

Lin Xi's tone was not good, and Tong Yue frowned directly: "What does it mean to be directly owned by ZF, I said it, the things handed over by the survivors are only kept by ZF on their behalf." ”

"And it's not about you alone. The survivors who came to the base before were very cooperative in handing over the supplies they had brought. ”

Handed over the supplies very cooperatively?

Lin Xi glanced at the guards on both sides of the stadium gate who were loaded with guns and ammunition, and they wouldn't let them in to take refuge if they didn't hand over their things—who wouldn't cooperate? Who would dare not cooperate?

And once the thing is handed in, it becomes ZF's. It's said that it's for safekeeping, and you won't come back when you want it, and the people above have reasons to refuse you.

Are you dissatisfied with ZF because of this? Yes, if you're not satisfied, don't stay in the refuge base set up by ZF, and go out to make a living in the zombie pile by yourself.

You can't leave the base with nothing, and you can only stay at the base, regretting that you shouldn't have given up your reserves so easily.

This routine, Lin Xi can see it through without thinking about it.

Tong Yue was no longer impatient, with a hint of contempt in her tone, she raised her chin and said, "You don't have to worry about anything, your supplies are still yours, and such a big base ZF can still covet your little things?" ”

"And even if you turn in your reserves, you don't have to worry about eating and wearing less. Since you are an Ability, you can enjoy the special benefits that ZF gives to Abilities. ”

"Because of the special contribution made by the Ability, ZF allows the Ability to live alone in the best room in the base, and the food and clothing are also the best resources."

It's really a slap in the face and a sweet date.

One second I had to take away all her things, and the next second I started to draw cakes for her. However, Lin Xi is sober in the world, so he doesn't eat this set.

"It's not that I don't want to give, it's that I can't," Lin Xi raised his eyes, "On the way to the base, we encountered an ambush by zombies, and I was hit by an arrow in the shoulder." ”

"I don't know why, I haven't felt my space since then."

Lin Xi paused, raised his eyes, and said, "My spatial ability seems to have disappeared because I was injured. ”

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