Gale, torrential rain.

Suddenly arrived.

Li Yu and the others returned to the Inner City along the wall.

Inside the villa area.

All doors and windows were closed.

Li Yu, Li Yuan, Father Li and their whole family gathered on the second floor of the basement.

Monitoring the situation outside through the cameras.

At present, there were only less than ten cameras, all hidden in crevices enclosed by walls, spared from the typhoon’s threat.

All others were dismantled as per Li Yu’s orders after returning from Oil City.

The entire base, with hundreds of monitors, could have been completely destroyed by this typhoon if not dismantled in advance.

This was one of the perplexing orders Li Yu issued to the others upon his return.

As the typhoon reached this magnitude, they had already realized why Li Yu hurriedly issued so many baffling orders upon his return.

The outside typhoon had already given them the answer.

An hour later.

The typhoon’s force suddenly increased.

Through the surveillance camera, Li Yu’s face was as calm as water.

He saw the Observation Tower on the hilltop, located at the center of the Big Camphor Tree Base. The surrounding walls didn’t effectively block the typhoon.

Being on the highest point, sand and stones flew wildly in the direct impact of the typhoon. The topmost roof of the Observation Tower was blown away, and even the two to three meter framework beneath was swept off.

The entire Observation Tower looked shaky.

In the Third Outer City.

Indoors.

Listening to the howling typhoon outside, everyone was huddled indoors.

The residential building was only twenty meters away from the thirty-meter-high wall. The towering wall blocked direct contact between the typhoon and the building.

But even the residual wind forced inside made the windows rattle loudly.

The wind seeped through some door cracks, making it feel chilly as people sat on the ground.

Everyone had to find a way to stuff some clothes they brought with them into the gaps.

Noble Consort, Zhong Chuchu, and Shen Xiaoxiao huddled together, listening to the raging storm outside.

She hugged herself and shrank into a corner.

She used to really like the wind and rain, but after the Doomsday, it became hard for her to like it again.

Because whenever wind and rain came, it signaled the arrival of disasters or zombie attacks.

The room was incredibly quiet, and the lights above flickered intermittently.

In another room.

Dongfeng and the young Taoist Qingyang were sitting together.

Dongfeng and Uncle Wan looked at Qingyang leaning against the wall, and exchanged a bitter smile.

Even at a time like this, he could remain calm and sleep while leaning.

What a big heart he must have.

But amidst that bitter smile, there was some admiration.

Dongfeng listened to the rain hitting the windows outside, and couldn’t help but move closer to look out.

The windows of this residential building were not big and were surrounded by iron bars, somewhat reminiscent of a prison.

But the windows were slightly larger than those in a prison but smaller than typical homes before the Doomsday.

As he approached the window, he heard a clanging sound outside.

A log as thick as an arm hit the window, crashing into the iron bars outside, making a crisp noise.

Startled, Dongfeng quickly stepped back.

As he stepped back, he accidentally bumped into Qingyang’s arm.

The Taoist Qingyang slowly opened his eyes.

In the dim environment, his eyes seemed to glow.

"Don’t worry too much, the typhoon will pass; we just need to wait," Qingyang said in a soft voice, as if sensing everyone’s fear.

Everyone looked at each other, yet somehow, in Qingyang’s nonchalant words, they sensed a power.

A calming power.

Unknowingly, everyone’s tense hearts relaxed.

....

In the First Outer City.

Sharing a dorm with Old Qin, Lao Zhou.

At this rare moment, he took out the wine he had cherished for so long.

Listening to the thunder and rain outside, the howling wind.

He glanced at Old Qin, who seemed preoccupied, and said, "Care for a drink?"

Old Qin gave Lao Zhou a surprised look.

Lao Zhou was notoriously stingy when it came to liquor.

Although in the Big Camphor Tree Base, as Outer City Personnel, they hardly worried about food, and completing some significant tasks could even earn them considerable points.

Many would use these points to trade for various items.

For example, exchanging some necessary items, daily essentials and such.

But Old Zhou, aside from the missions at the base, only gets issued an anti-explosion suit, and his own belongings are pitifully few.

Just a few sets of clothes, and the bedding on his bed was given to him when he first entered Big Camphor Tree Base.

All his contribution points have been exchanged for alcohol.

He didn’t get much alcohol, since it’s considered a scarce item in this doomsday.

Usually, Old Zhou wouldn’t even have the heart to drink it, but now he’s proactively inviting me to drink?

The sun must be rising in the west.

Seemingly noticing Old Qin’s doubt, Old Zhou laughed and said, "I say, Brother Qin, are you going to drink?"

Old Qin had things on his mind, mainly thinking about how Li Yu just urgently told them all to evacuate from the walls, wondering whether under such a terrifying typhoon, there might be urgent matters needing their attention.

He needed to stay clear-headed.

So he shook his head and said, "You drink, I won’t."

Old Zhou widened his eyes, looking at Old Qin with some surprise, and said, "Hey, now that’s really strange."

Old Qin didn’t explain anything to him, but only wore a worried expression, gazing at the dark sky outside.

In the room opposite, under the light, Xiao Yong occasionally raised his head to look out the window.

But was held down by Jackals.

"Focus on your book, don’t worry about outside." Although Jackals was slightly worried too, he seemed unable to do anything at the moment.

Under such a natural disaster, human efforts are ineffective.

Xiao Yong really liked Big Camphor Tree Base, having survived the doomsday with his father for so long and rarely finding a place both he and his father loved.

He didn’t want Big Camphor Tree Base to be affected by this typhoon disaster, and was even more afraid that the base would be gone because of the typhoon.

Xiao Yong hesitated to speak, but seeing his father’s apparent concerns, he refrained and lowered his head to the book in his hands.

.....

In the inner city.

Li Yu looked at Li Yuan and the others lounging on the sofa looking at their iPads.

His heart was not at ease.

He looked at the surveillance screens, those ten screens, two were by the zombie generator, two were in the gaps of the walls.

One was in the inner city’s breeding base, three were in the greenhouse, and the other two were in residential buildings in the outer city.

These locations were shielded from the typhoon, places where the wind had difficulty reaching.

Li Yu occasionally picked up the walkie-talkie to contact people in the base to inquire about the situation.

"Zhou Weiguo, any issues at the breeding factory? I just saw an iron plate blown near the door."

Zhou Weiguo stationed at the breeding factory immediately replied, "No issues Director Li, everything’s normal here, though the animals seem a bit restless. Thankfully, they’re all secured by iron bars. Don’t worry, three gates, no problem."

While speaking, Zhou Weiguo held the walkie-talkie in his left hand, and an assault rifle in his right, watching outside the iron gate.

These guns were temporarily issued by Li Yu.

The purpose was simple; Li Yu was concerned that zombies might be blown into Big Camphor Tree Base. Once such zombies were blown in.

It’s likely they’d fall to their death directly.

Moreover, with walls over thirty meters high, the likelihood of zombies being blown in is extremely low.

But Li Yu wouldn’t gamble; just in case, he distributed firearms to some people.

This was Li Yu’s most relaxed gun management ever, and the first time.

For Zhou Weiguo, as inner city personnel of Big Camphor Tree Base, he had the opportunity to practice shooting.

And under Li Yu’s request, everyone over the age of 12 in Big Camphor Tree Base basically knows how to use firearms.

The wind howled.

Li Yu contacted those stationed at the zombie generator, in the residential building, such as Ant and Lao Yi, Zhou Ran, and others.

"Uncle Ant, how’s the situation at the zombie generator?"

Hearing the voice on the walkie-talkie, Ant looked up at those zombies in the hall, a little restless, but arms and legs were welded dead with steel plates.

After thinking, he said, "No situation, as usual, these zombies might be stimulated by this weather, a bit restless, but no problem; steel plates are welded into their bones, impossible to break loose."

Li Yu heard him and still advised, "Uncle Ant, this matter needs utmost caution, it’s crucial to our base’s energy, without these zombie generators, our base might face a power shortage risk."

Currently in Big Camphor Tree Base, after the typhoon arrived and solar panels and wind turbines were removed, the zombie generator accounted for over eighty percent of the power generation.

If the zombie generator had issues, they’d only have diesel for power, or venture to use coal for power.

But in such circumstances, going outdoors is a massive risk.

Listening to Li Yu’s advice, Ant responded, "Okay, got it. Zhou Ran and Lao Yi are patrolling, the moment any issue arises, we’ll find it immediately."

"Alright." Upon hearing Ant’s reply, Li Yu spoke a word.

Ant slowly put down the walkie-talkie in his hand.

Jackals needed to accompany Xiao Yong, seemingly Li Yu had arrangements for Old Qin too, thus letting him stay in the residential building.

Zhou Ran descended the stairs, holding a firearm, addressing Ant, "Brother Ant, I’ve checked the fourth floor, windows with steel plates are welded dead, the outside wind hasn’t affected the inside."

"Good."

Lao Yi was on the second floor at the time, with several team members, checking the zombie conditions on the zombie generator while inspecting the windows.

This residential building was built by Big Camphor Tree Base itself, so the manpower, time, and materials spent were the most.

Built up, unlike the jerry-built projects at all.

Solid!

.....