My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 353

Naturally, they would think this way since they weren’t aware that Kisha already has an unlimited supply of meat and vegetables. However, no one would complain about having an abundance of supplies, would they?

This is why Sparrow didn’t even entertain the idea of a supply run. Though he enjoyed hoarding, he had a clear set of priorities, with following orders at the top. His personal interests would always come second.

The other team leaders, of course, voiced their concerns to Sparrow. Their main reason for wanting to do a supply run was to ensure the Supply Center remained stocked. With supplies constantly being consumed and circulated within the base, they needed to maintain a steady source of replenishment to keep things running smoothly.

But that’s exactly the issue—no new supplies were coming in. Now that the base was beginning to stabilize, their next priority had to be increasing their stockpiles and figuring out a way to establish a sustainable source of supplies moving forward.

After hearing their concerns, Sparrow couldn’t help but chuckle, though he quickly noticed the other team captains’ faces tightening in response. Realizing how it might have come across, he clarified with a smile. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at your concerns. I completely understand where you’re coming from. But trust me, our City Lord has everything covered. She’s already thought this through."

However, Sparrow didn’t completely dismiss their opinions. He recalled that Kisha had mentioned the need for supply runs, not just for practical reasons but also to maintain the illusion of a steady influx of resources. This would help keep the true source of their supplies—Kisha’s hidden inventory, worth billions—under wraps, ensuring her space and its contents remained a well-guarded secret.

Especially now, with thousands of people to feed and care for, their current supplies would only last a few years, and that’s not accounting for future population growth. After his brief chuckle, Sparrow made sure to clarify, "We’ll handle the supply run once we’ve secured the cargo trailers needed for the wall."

"But Captain, what if we prioritize the cargo trailers and, while we’re busy with that, other forces take the supplies without us knowing?" one of the men reiterated, concern evident in his voice.

"The supplies could easily be grabbed, and we still don’t have a sustainable way to support the base aside from these runs. The stockpile in the supply center will eventually run out. We need to build it up." He repeated his point, feeling that their earlier concerns hadn’t gotten through and that Sparrow might be treating the situation too lightly.

"Yes, I understand," Sparrow responded, his tone serious. "But have any of you considered that no matter how much we stock up, without proper defenses, we won’t be able to protect it? In the end, it could be our damnation." He didn’t bother softening his words, making sure his point came across clearly.

"What do you mean, Captain? Are you suggesting that those forces might shift their focus to us and raid us for our supplies?" Clyde asked, his tone serious, a tension that everyone in the group could feel.

"At least you have a working brain on top of your neck." Sparrow complimented halfheartedly with a smirk.

"It wouldn’t be that bad, would it?" someone asked uncertainly. After all, they were all human, trying to survive in this nightmarish world. The number of survivors worldwide might not even reach millions, and shouldn’t they be fighting together rather than against each other?