City C, the East City Area and half of North City, due to their higher terrain, became the optimal refuge after the disaster.
From other parts of the city, people continued to arrive in a never-ending stream. Suddenly, the capacity of the gymnasium was severely exceeded, conflicts occurred frequently, and it posed a significant challenge for the troops sent to maintain public order.
At the shelter, in a temporary office.
Political Commissary Qu Guo'an, like a whirlwind, burst in from the outside, headed straight for the mineral water on the table, twisted it open without a word, and chugged several large gulps before wiping his mouth and speaking.
"Old Tang, we can't take in more people here. We have to make it clear to those above. If we keep going, everything will descend into chaos!"
The person Qu Guo'an was talking to was sitting at a temporary office desk, deeply focused on writing something.
Right hand with a pen, left hand with a cigarette.
