CHAPTER 340: CHAPTER 5: BASIC LABOR FORCE_3

Recalling his sneaky "spying" operation from last night, Omar was still scared. Had he escaped a little slower or hesitated a bit, he would have been a corpse.

For any malicious spying or stubborn resistance, the exploration team chose the most direct and forceful means—resolving it with military strength.

After solving the issue, they did not take any excessive retaliatory actions; instead, they continued to accept the survivors. This exuded a cold and mechanical sense of bureaucratic indifference.

Thinking about the "Warthog" that landed this morning further confirmed to Omar that the exploration team was not an ordinary team, and they must have a solid foundation and a strict organization behind them.

"This force will definitely grow stronger in the future. With my current abilities, I can’t confront them head-on. The best choice is to join them."

Omar decisively climbed down from the roof, looking at the piles of junk in the house, he did not hesitate to abandon them and decided to seek a "long-term food ticket" from the exploration team.

By the afternoon, the number of survivors coming to seek refuge had significantly increased.

Those who were arrogantly proclaiming "rather steal than beg" yesterday were now appearing outside the exploration team’s settlement like humble pitiful puppies.

"Basic workforce?" Omar received a QR code identity card with a white border and asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"

"The literal meaning." Zhou Qingfeng personally issued the identity cards, making the whole process efficient and precise: taking photos, archiving information, facial recognition, quick printing, and issuing cards.

"You need this card to work and to collect food. From now on, you are one of the ’Holy Light’ people. Regardless of what you think, as long as you follow the rules, you can have a guaranteed livelihood."

Omar was assigned to work under Mr. Congers, with the same scavenging task to clear out all usable materials from each house and make detailed counts and registrations.

All important materials would naturally be returned to the shelter for centralized storage.

Mr. Congers’s primary target for clearing was the "fortress" crafted by Nedved.

Nedved’s wife had calmed down considerably and followed the team, acting as a guide and explaining what they had stored at home.

Omar observed secretly and noticed that the identity card that Mr. Congers wore had a striking purple background, Nedved’s wife had a gentle yellow, while his and others’ were all ordinary white.

It was very clear that the background color of the identity card represented the holder’s status within the team.

Having only had a few full meals, Omar was unwilling to work hard. He deliberately slowed his steps, sidling up to Mr. Congers, grinning sycophantically:

"Aren’t you the Sheriff Congers who rescued your wife and daughter in Miami last year, fought crime and eliminated traffickers?"

Hearing this, Mr. Congers showed a look of clear surprise. After two years, almost no one mentioned his past "big cases," not expecting someone recognized him in this apocalyptic world.

"You know me?"

Omar chuckled, pleasingly saying, "Sir, I have a good memory. Two years ago, you were a hero who stirred internet opinions, and Hollywood even wanted to make a script about you.

I was really envious at the time; I recognized you at a glance just now."

Mr. Congers, upon hearing this, laughed heartily but thought to himself, "What you outsiders know is entirely different from the truth.

I’m not a hero at all. I was quite embarrassed at the time. It was Victor who showed strength and decisiveness back then, efficiently and cleanly, but went unnoticed."

However, since someone was flattering him, Mr. Congers couldn’t keep a stern face. He immediately saw that this young black man in front of him was clever and trying to slack off, so he decided to assign him some easy tasks.

Seeing this, Omar was greatly encouraged and continued to get closer: "Mr. Congers, with your ability and reputation, why do you have to submit to a group of Asians? In my opinion, you could be a leader yourself!"

Mr. Congers’s face suddenly turned cold, and he scolded loudly, "Shut up! Go move that washing machine! Tomorrow, when we dig a well, you’re still basic workforce!"