Leading thirty people carrying rows of buckets towards the riverbank, just as they reached the dike, they saw people from the Red Zone also drawing water.
Garcia held a rifle at the front, vigilantly scanning the water's surface with sharp eyes.
Their gazes briefly met in the air before quickly shifting away, both restraining themselves from unnecessary communication, each managing their own team.
"Give me the buckets, you just follow behind."
Cheng Ye took a bucket tied with a thick hemp rope and signaled the residents behind him to retreat beyond the safety line.
Had he chosen five hundred young men, he could have delegated these small tasks to the leaders among them to complete.
But after choosing families as the main force, even Garcia knew it was a responsibility the Inspector had to bear.
The two people who died during the day had already affected his Blue Zone, not to mention the morale in the Red Zone now.
