Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 110 Capture
The logistics personnel who stayed behind to guard the supplies walked over hesitantly, only to be glared back at fiercely by Xiong Qing.

The men who witnessed this scene all showed a hint of envy on their faces.

"Brother Xiong is still the best." The man who usually followed Xiong Qing glanced at his watch and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

After the two figures were obscured by the car, the man heard the noise and joked with his companion, "Brother Xiong is too hasty, we're right here."

His voice trailed off as he heard Xiong Qing's cry of pain. His expression turned strange as he looked at the logistics staff who were shaking their heads.

The latter said nothing, but sneered inwardly.

Team Leader Su asked him and Meng Yuyao to stay behind, but the one who was actually guarding the supplies was not him, but Meng Yuyao.

Behind the car
Meng Yuyao raised her head, a smile on her lips tinged with contempt and coldness.

Xiong Qing felt that the person in front of him had suddenly become different, as if he were covered with a soft glow.

He stood there, stunned, his mind reeling.

Even if Yu Yao wanted him dead right now.

He would give it away without hesitation!
This thought filled his mind and heart, and even when his head was slammed against a sharp rock, causing him to scream in pain, his body did not make a single movement to resist.

"You think you can be with me?" Meng Yuyao chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't want a useless and ugly man, so you know what to do?"

"How about finding a chance to die?"

Xiong Qing nodded. "Okay!"

Meng Yuyao's smile vanished, and she wiped her hand, which had touched Xiong Qing, with disgust. "Remember, you're the one who tripped and fell."

After saying that, she walked out first, her face showing both timidity and relief.

Covered in blood, Xiong Qing clutched his head and returned to his companions amidst curses.

"Brother Xiong, what's wrong with you?" His companion wondered, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

"I accidentally bumped into a rock. Damn it, I don't know what bad luck I had today."

Meng Yuyao's lips curled up subtly. She was no good at killing zombies or fighting, so she had to rely on a team and have others protect her.

Xiong Qing will die, but not now, but when no one will suspect her.

This kind of weak mental defense is no challenge at all. I wish it were the one on the other team.

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Song Jinhe, holding a dagger, walked over to the wounded man.

"Are the people who went to the 'shelter' yesterday evening in your hands?"

"How did you know we were coming and even laid an ambush beforehand?"

The man with the minor injury, who had been shot in the leg with an arrow, was quite tough. Not only was he not worried about his situation, but he also turned around and asked questions, with an expression that said, "So what if I die? What can you do about it?"

As for the other one, Tan Jiu took him aside for separate interrogation.

"With looks like yours, anyone without real skill would have the right to touch you there." The man licked his lips, revealing a completely perverted expression. "That's impressive."

"You son of a bitch!" Qi Sixing snapped, kicking the man in the wound.

He groaned, sweat rolling down his forehead, his squinty eyes still fixed on Song Jinhe with a smile.

If an ordinary person were looked at like that, they would inevitably feel uncomfortable and disgusted, and would want to back away.

Without hesitation, Song Jinhe plunged the knife into his body and twisted the handle. "I don't want to ask a second time." "If you have the guts, kill me. If you kill me, your people will die too! Who are you trying to scare with such weak tricks?" The man smiled weakly.

Song Jinhe's eyes were calm as she said, word by word, "I was just telling you earlier not to try that trick on me, it's useless. Now it's time to get serious."

She had been a double agent in the gang before, so she was familiar with those kinds of tactics.

The smile doesn’t disappear, it just shifts.

The stronger the reaction of someone with this kind of abnormal psychology, the more excited they become, and they will try to defeat magic with magic.

As the man looked at Song Jinhe's increasingly gentle smile, a sense of fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Before Song Jinhe could make her next move, Jiang Shi'an grabbed her wrist and whispered, "I'll do it."

His voice was devoid of emotion, but his dark eyes held a commanding presence.

"You all step back and give me that small silver box."

Song Jinhe paused, loosened her grip, and stepped back, gesturing for Qi Sixing and the others to keep an eye on Su Lan's movements.

When Jiang Shi'an turned his head again, his gaze toward the man was indifferent yet extremely cold.

Song Jinhe could only see a tall, slender figure backlit in front of her, while the person on the ground let out a mournful wail, and the exposed arm withered at a visible speed.

"It was actually possible to try to control the blood."

His tone was flat and even, as if he were conducting a routine experiment.

The man screamed, looking at the nonchalant person in front of him with utter terror. "I'll talk! I'll talk! They sneaked into the ancient village yesterday evening, thinking they were well hidden, but we discovered them a long time ago."

"They said there was another team about two kilometers away, with lots of supplies, and women and children."

The fact that the other side was able to lay in ambush beforehand means that this matter is no longer a secret, so it doesn't matter if they tell us.

"Except for one stubborn man who was fed to zombies, everyone else is locked up in the village!"

Jiang Shi'an asked slowly and deliberately, his face expressionless, "Do you have a doctor in your shelter?"

"Yes! He just arrived a few days ago!" The man trembled violently, his rough face, weathered by the sun, was deathly pale.

"Cheng?"

"Yes!" The man was in so much pain that he couldn't even think about how the other person knew the doctor's last name. The smell of blood in the air grew stronger.

He rolled on the ground, sporadically recounting information about the shelter's location, pleading, "I've told you everything! Just kill me!"

"The medicine you just took was very unstable. One of the side effects was that the gene chain broke instantly. The nervous system was still functioning, but the body would break down. You weren't bitten by a zombie, but there might be other possibilities."

Jiang Shi'an's voice was cold and deep, "I could have just killed you, but the expression on your face when you looked at her just now was unbearable for me, so I had no choice but to use you as a test subject."

This is the last medicine that wasn't destroyed. This kind of thing can't be disposed of casually, so it's been kept in Song Jinhe's space all this time.

The man stared wide-eyed at his peeling, necrotic skin and the protruding blood. The excruciating pain was driving him to the brink of collapse, yet he remained perfectly conscious. The pain and fear nearly drove him mad; his throat was full of pus and blood, and he could no longer utter a sound.

Jiang Shi watched him quietly, and after confirming that no new symptoms would appear, he squatted down and pulled the arrow out of his leg with one hand, then pierced his brain through his eye socket.

In the last second of his life, as the man gazed at the gradually cooling sun in the sky, several human faces suddenly appeared before his eyes.

They were all survivors who had suffered torture and broken down at his hands.

There were women who had gone mad with bruises all over their bodies, and men who were screaming in agony as their skin was corroded by sewage in the water dungeon.

And those two faces, which went from righteous indignation to becoming unrecognizable.