CHAPTER 348: CHAPTER 8: SURVEILLANCE (PART 3)

"The best way is to force our way in with armored vehicles," Scott said harshly. "Those yellow-skinned monkeys set up quite the defense, but their weapons aren’t strong enough. If they can’t penetrate armor, it’s all for nothing."

Lynch heard this and burst into laughter, casting a meaningful look at Scott. "You’ve got your eyes on our modified armored bulldozers, haven’t you?

Those things are indeed perfect for breaking through defenses. Don’t worry, give us a few days, and we’ll flatten those yellow-skinned monkeys with the bulldozers."

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To be cautious, Lynch originally planned to observe for a few more days and make more preparations. But Sani, who was inside the camp, felt that each day was a torment and couldn’t hold on any longer.

In his understanding, Asians had always been synonymous with being gentle, timid, and easily bullied.

However, the Asians he encountered this time completely overturned all his preconceived notions, displaying a toughness, efficiency, and ferocity he had never anticipated.

Zhou Qingfeng dealt with whites in a push-and-pull manner.

On the pull side, he had Kongges and Jennifer by his side and even promoted Lela and Nedved—Nedved had even resisted him but was still put to good use.

On the push side, it was really a case of touch and go; the ’basic labor force’ had to endure constant grievances, report any incident or face ’expulsion.’

As for efficiency, that came down to the camp’s construction.

The wind turbine arrived at the camp a week ago. The installation was quite complex, requiring first a well-compacted foundation, then carefully hoisting a massive tower, and finally assembling the heavy blades and generator in place.

The first turbine was installed, and after testing, its operational performance was surprisingly good, greatly alleviating the camp’s electricity shortage.

Thus, the installation of subsequent turbines was quickly put on the agenda.

This task was clearly not something that a dozen shelter members could complete on their own.

Zhou Qingfeng decisively selected several survivors with professional skills from the ’basic labor force,’ transitioning them to become technical workers, no longer needing to toil daily foraging outside.

Because technical work was relatively scarce and more demanding, these chosen workers could earn higher work points and thus exchange for better living supplies.

Recently, the camp somehow procured a batch of fresh sea fish, significantly improving the camp’s food structure.

The "kitchen" began to serve fragrant "pan-seared fish fillets"—pieces of fish fried to golden brown, emitting an enticing aroma. As long as one had enough work points, they could enjoy this delicacy.

Previously, fish fillets were just an ordinary food, but under today’s scarcity, being able to eat fish fillets became a way to relieve mental pressure.

Just for this small privilege, the ’little gang’ secretly controlled by Sani nearly fell apart.

Seven or eight ’basic labor force’ members, who could originally only gnaw on bland boiled potatoes every day, wavered and scrambled to become technical workers.

To avoid intensifying internal conflicts, Sani had to spend considerable effort, using both threats and persuasion, to barely coax his subordinates into temporarily enduring and giving up on competing for technical worker positions.

But watching others devouring tasty fish fillets while he could only stare blankly at tasteless potatoes was indeed an unpleasant feeling.

"We can’t keep going like this; we must launch an attack soon and completely take over this camp!"

Sani, troubled by this, paced agitatedly in the simple ’dormitory,’ muttering, "I can fool them for a day or two, but not for a week or two. If someone tattles on me one day, I’m done for."

Apart from the immediate crisis, Sani had another question: "It’s understandable for these yellow-skinned monkeys to have canned meat, as such supplies could be stored before the apocalypse.

But how exactly did they manage to get fresh sea fish? Avoni is several hundred kilometers away from the coast, and it’s impossible to catch fresh sea fish.

Could it be... this camp is somehow still maintaining a connection with the other side of the sea?"