Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 135 Process
Is this the kind of unparalleled master you see on TV before, who can conjure weapons with a flick of their wrist?

But that screwdriver looked like scrap metal.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of these things," the security guard said to Song Jinhe as she picked up the plastic crate.

"Hmm." Song Jinhe nodded, glancing at the plastic frame several times before following the base staff to the interrogation room.

"Well, you're something else. You almost managed to bring that screwdriver in." Yi Feng scratched his head.

He had just been standing next to another security guard for inspection. Having been out on the streets for a long time, the sudden alarm startled him. He instinctively reached for the weapon he had just put down, but when he turned around, Song Jinhe calmly put the screwdriver back into the basket.

The interrogation room was a makeshift hut built from shipping container steel plates, with a few stools placed facing each other, and nothing else.

Their two teams were each led by different people.

This model is less like an interview and more like an interrogation.

Given the conspicuous presence of the Luozhou base, there must be quite a few people coming in with ulterior motives.

Separate questioning is undoubtedly the best way to prevent collusion and screen outsiders.

Those who can do this job are either in management or are interrogation professionals.

Jiang Shi'an went in first on Song Jinhe's side.

She wasn't worried, but less than five minutes after Jiang Shi'an went in, two other staff members came to her.

"Please come with us to interrogation room number three now."

The man with glasses spoke politely, but his expression was a bit off-putting.

"Didn't you say our team was in interrogation room number two?" Qi Sixing frowned, looking at the other party warily.

"I heard that everyone here today is a talented individual with great potential. The higher-ups want to get to know you personally, so the sooner the process is completed, the better," the man said with a smile.

“That makes sense.” Song Jinhe gestured to Qi Sixing with her eyes to be careful on her own, and then followed him into interrogation room number three.

Liao Zian had told them that at least two management staff members would be present during the questioning, and that the people in charge of questioning gifted individuals like them would not be ordinary people.

As soon as Song Jinhe entered, she saw a young man sitting opposite her, with two burly men with guns standing behind him, like bodyguards on either side.

Sheng Kai's gaze swept over Song Jinhe, a smile playing on his lips. "You're the survivor who came to the base today? What's your talent?"

“I have no talent,” Song Jinhe replied.

"But you can use a gun."

"My teammates taught me. To survive outside, you always need to learn some survival skills."

What she said didn't sound fake. She has no talent and can only rely on her teammates to survive. People like that are the easiest to manipulate.

Sheng Kai raised an eyebrow, his tone flippant.
"Looks like your teammates are no good. They've let such a beautiful woman suffer in the elements, living a life of uncertainty."

"Why don't you just come with me?"

Before Song Jinhe could speak, the bespectacled man next to her was quite excited.
"It's your good fortune that Brother Sheng has taken a liking to you. You should know how many people in the base want to serve Brother Sheng. If you follow Brother Sheng, you can move into a villa and you won't have to wear these tattered clothes anymore."

As he spoke, he gave Song Jinhe a disgusted look at her clothes stained with zombie blood.

"What, Old Deng, were you a pimp before?"

Song Jinhe raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, I like guys who are good-looking and have great figures. You can keep his good fortune for yourself. I'm leaving now that I've finished asking." Sheng Kai's expression stiffened. Everyone inside and outside the base had to give him some face. The old man was considered part of the base's management.

How dare an ordinary newcomer humiliate him?
“I can decide your life or death with a single word. But when your teammates bring you here, things will be completely different.” Sheng Kai’s face was grim. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

She's just a woman, pretty and a bit pricey, but she really thinks she's something special.

Eager to prove himself, the burly man chased after Song Jinhe, his loaded gun pointed at her.

"Don't push your luck!"

Before he could finish speaking, a crisp sound of bones dislocating was heard. The burly man screamed as the gun fell from his hand, and he was kicked away.

砰、

The burly man had a bloody hole in his shoulder.

Jiang Shi'an, his long, slender fingers gripping the gun he had just snatched from the burly man, asked in a calm, even gentle, tone, "What did you just say?"

The burly man lying on the ground was a gifted individual.

It wasn't that he didn't want to use his talent to resist, but he suddenly felt that the blood flow in his body was abnormal. This fear of being infinitely close to death and having his life force drained made him unable to resist and he could only take that shot.

When Sheng Kai saw that his men had been beaten by a man who had just arrived at the base that day, his anger intensified.

Even if this piece of trash is useless, he's still one of his people. Doing this in front of so many people is no different from slapping him in the face.
These idiots think they can get into the base? Dream on!

"You dare to make a move in the base? Do you know who my father is?" Sheng Kai laughed angrily. "If you can get into the base today, I'll change my surname to yours."

"How old are you? Still calling me 'my dad' all the time. Go tell the zombies who your dad is and see if they recognize you." Qi Sixing shrugged.

Sheng Kai was so angry he couldn't speak. Looking at the patrol team and the officers responsible for questioning, he cursed...
"Are you all dead? He's injuring people at the base, why aren't you subduing him?!"

Upon hearing Sheng Kai's order, several of them hesitated for a couple of seconds before drawing their guns from their waists, and some of the gifted individuals stepped forward, ready to make their move.

"What are you doing!" Liao Zian shouted. "Put your guns down right now!"

"Captain Liao, what do you mean?" Sheng Kai had a vague sense of unease.

Why did the attitudes of those in charge of the interrogation, and Liao Zi'an, towards this pretty boy change so quickly?
“This is Mr. Jiang Shi’an, the highest-ranking researcher at Wu Cheng Laboratory.” Liao Zi’an looked at Sheng Kai. “Our boss is on his way. You’d better think about how to explain this.”

The boss said a while ago that if the other party really came to Luozhou, they should be settled in first.

He had barely confirmed the other party's identity and hadn't even had a chance to settle things when that unlucky Sheng Kai caused trouble.

He usually acts arrogantly because of his father's management position, and people usually give him some face unless he goes too far. Today, he kicked a hornet's nest and broke his own leg.

"He said he had the highest authority in the lab, and he really did? When the lab was destroyed, no one came out alive. Captain Liao, you're not being fooled by some Tom, Dick, or Harry."

Before the apocalypse, not even his father, let alone him, had the right to access such a highly classified laboratory.

After the apocalypse, his father became part of the base's management and only then did he come into contact with those materials. He knew that there was a lot of important research data in the laboratory. The last time Gu Huai personally went to Wucheng, he went to the underground laboratory.

"Brother Jiang!"

Gu Huai strode over, his surprised gaze turning cold after seeing the injured burly man on the ground and Sheng Kai, whose face alternated between pale and flushed.

"what happened?"

He was asking about Liao Zi'an.