"Okay, Korean team, seven Nighthawk transport aircraft are being summoned. The estimated summoning time is four hours and forty minutes. Please wait..."

"Um……"

After Luna finished speaking, Han Feng thought for a few more seconds and continued: "Forget it... let's allocate two more groups of transport aircraft pilots. In this way, "three shifts", the pilots will not be overworked, and the construction schedule will not be delayed."

"Okay, Team Korea."

After the exchange between the two was completed, Han Feng happened to arrive downstairs in the hotel.

Looking at the hundreds of soldiers in front of him who were ready to go, Han Feng ordered: "Let's go!"

Amidst the rumbling, Han Feng drove towards the Building Materials Street for the third time...

A week later…

Common materials such as steel, zinc, copper, aluminum, and titanium steel have been collected by Han Feng.

As for the remaining rare metals, Han Feng also plundered half of the city's electronic products, which was almost as if they were all collected.

In order to avoid the worries of building the second base, Han Feng did not hesitate to pay a "heavy sum" of two thousand gold coins per ton to have it produced by the combat laboratory.

In the past few days, ten transport planes have been flying back and forth between the zinc mine and the second construction site. The "poor" thing is that they have just delivered the zinc, and now they have received the task of transporting rare metals...

Three days later, all the rare metals were shipped back.

At this point, Han Feng had collected more than a thousand tons of construction materials in just ten days!

A few months ago... this was unthinkable!!!

Thinking back to the beginning... In order to build the first Allied base vehicle, Han Feng took great pains to collect materials...

At dusk, Han Feng sat on the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the busy engineers in front of him. Suddenly, a feeling of "loneliness" arose in his heart.

It's not the loneliness of missing a man or woman, but the loneliness of "having nothing to do".

Looking back on the intense collection these days and the current "retirement time", the huge contrast troubled Han Feng...

Han Feng wandered around "in the construction site" for a few more days, and then he thought of "going home" to take a look.

Anyway, all the building materials have been collected, and the rest is waiting...

In the hotel, everyone knew that Han Feng was coming back and specifically asked the boss to cook some good dishes.

During dinner, the carefree Liu Rui kept rubbing Han Feng's face and teasing Han Feng about the skin care products he was using from time to time.

Today, the skin all over Han Feng's body has returned to its previous smooth and plump state, and no trace of age or wrinkles can be seen anymore.

"What kind of skin care products do you guys use?! Be careful and I'll slap you~"

Liu Rui smiled and begged for mercy...

After dinner, Han Feng sat in the hotel lobby with a cigarette in his mouth, looking through various magazines left over from before the apocalypse.

"squeak!!"

"!!!"

Suddenly, Han Feng, who was slumped on the sofa, suddenly sat upright! He was holding the magazine tightly in his hand, and it was getting tighter and tighter!

And the reason for all this... is that Han Feng just felt... someone was "calling" him!!!

That's right, it's a call! Just like...the same time the seventh-level zombie called him!

No...no...it's much stronger than the call of a level 7 zombie!

Could it be that... the mother body wants to see me?!!!
Chapter completed!