"They claim to follow the principle of voluntary participation,
only taking Superpower Users who are willing to rejoin The Alliance."
A cold glint appeared in Ian Chandler’s eyes as well.
It was supposed to be a secret meeting, yet those people had started openly handing out recruitment flyers.
The benefits offered on the flyers were so attractive that even people who had never heard of the Superpower User Alliance were tempted.
"At a time like this,
it seems these people are not to be underestimated,"
Nina Jacobs said.
Just this morning, the shelter had announced that in three days, they would no longer provide free meals.
All meals would have to be purchased with Points.
Points could be obtained in exchange for Crystal Cores, Gold, or by contributing to the construction of the new base.
Construction of the new base was imminent, requiring a great deal of labor and resources.
Anyone willing to participate in the construction could register to receive Points for their work.
This was all meant to encourage survivors to actively participate in building the base.
But unexpectedly, the Superpower User Alliance chose this moment to interfere.
The words "Unconditional Free Meals for Life" were printed in large letters on the recruitment flyer, a promise that would surely tempt many.
The fact that the offer was limited to Superpower Users made it seem like the ultimate, destined home for them.
"But you don’t have to worry,
the shelter has done its own recruitment outreach before,
and among the people we brought back, quite a few have a grudge against The Alliance."
Ian Chandler’s expression turned regretful as he finished speaking.
"I thought we could’ve wiped them all out in one go."
"What do you mean?"
Nina Jacobs was also curious. Why didn’t Myra Lawson just arrest everyone who had walked right into their hands?
"They’re willing to provide the shelter with weapons,
and they’re even willing to help with the base construction,"
Ian Chandler replied.
"Where did they get weapons?
Didn’t the military confiscate all the weapons?"
Nina asked.
"I heard they’re imported?"
You don’t turn away someone offering a gift. Unlike Myra Lawson, Justin Lawson was more inclined to seek an overall strategic advantage.
The shelter’s demand for weapons was indeed high.
That’s why these secret talks were happening.
"So they came prepared."
Nina Jacobs understood.
’So they’re aiming for peaceful coexistence?’
’But handing out flyers here is still a scummy move, isn’t it?’
Nina shook her head.
’Looks like these talks won’t be over anytime soon.’
After stopping by Vera Coleman’s workplace to say hello, Nina saw she still had some time and decided to head up to the second floor.
She planned to sell more of her supplies.
It would not only free up some of her storage space but also earn her some system experience.
"Claire Warner is here!"
The moment Nina, in her guise as Claire Warner, appeared on the second floor, a crowd immediately gathered around her.
"Hey, Claire, what are you selling today?
Got anything with a kick? I’ve got Crystal Cores."
A man in baggy clothes leaned in and asked.
Nina recognized him. He was the owner of the neighboring stall and had bought compressed biscuits and instant noodles from her before.
She’d heard him complain that he’d lost seventy or eighty pounds since the apocalypse began, purely from starvation.
"Of course I do. Come help me with something, and this is yours for free."
Nina pulled a bag of insanely spicy pork jerky from her storage space.
Bowen Paxton’s eyes immediately lit up when he saw it.
"Done! I’ll do anything you ask!"
Nina could even hear him swallow hard.
"Help me count Crystal Cores later."
In the past couple of days, Bowen Paxton had voluntarily stepped up to help her count Crystal Cores when she got busy.
It was evening now, and the survivors who had ventured out for the day had all returned.
Nina expected there would be no shortage of customers.
With an extra person counting Crystal Cores, she’d be able to sell more goods.
"That’s nothing! You can count on me!"
Bowen Paxton agreed without a second thought.
Just as Nina had predicted, she had barely sat down before a crowd swarmed her.
Nina decided not to even bother laying out her goods.
Whenever someone named an item they wanted, she would simply pull it out of her storage space and make the trade.
Claire Warner’s stall was the only one in the entire trading area with such a complete stock of supplies, and the only one that accepted Crystal Cores.
Word spread quickly, and before long, a long line had formed in front of her stall.


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