A thin girl was counting canned goods, and upon seeing Ryan come in, she immediately ran over to report, "Commander, there are only 20 boxes of compressed biscuits left in warehouse No. 3, they need to be replenished quickly."
Ryan ruffled her hair, "Got it, tomorrow we'll send a team to check out the East Coast."
Lin Xian noticed a pile of broken drones and power armor parts in the corner, "You also do mechanical repairs?"
Azlan grinned, revealing a mouthful of iron teeth, "There are no 4S shops at sea, if it breaks, we have to fix it ourselves."
As they walked further, the noise gradually increased.
In a spacious cabin, sparks flew as several mechanics were modifying weapons and vehicles, the corner piled with welding equipment, hydraulic tools, and dismantled engine parts.
"This is our small arsenal." Azlan patted a half-finished power armor, "Although it's not as advanced as the Phoenix Society's technology, it's enough for patching up."
