On the road to Paris.
Lin Yi was riding a motorcycle, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, speeding toward the city.
He was contemplating the tasks and rewards of the Shelter.
"Damn! I just wanted to sell some potatoes, make some money, and build my Shelter. How did I get involved in all this trouble!"
Currently, the Shelter already has over 600 people, adding over 300 more doesn't seem to be too much of an issue in terms of space and resource reserves.
As for the candidates, they must be considered carefully.
The General of the Commercial Building, Hubert.
The leader of the Sacred Heart Cathedral, Immanuel.
And the commander of Beauvais town, Raphael.
But these people are all extraordinarily capable; convincing them to join the Shelter is by no means an easy task.
At this moment, the road ahead has been cleared.
As the soldiers said, the surroundings were eerily silent, not even a single staggering zombie in sight.
Along the way, he saw a lot of soldiers on guard.
