Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 149 Insect Disaster
The lab lights never went out from night to day; the source of the mutated insects had just been found in the sewage treatment area and drainage pipes.
Crops in temperature-controlled greenhouses and livestock in farms have been affected to some extent, further shrinking the already barely sufficient production capacity.

Jiang Shi'an had not returned. When Song Jinhe finished resting and went downstairs, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. She looked up at the outdoor thermometer and saw that the temperature had dropped a few degrees compared to last week.

The drought continues, and the scorching sun outside the window continues to bake the earth. At this time, there is not a sound outside.

However, outside the villa, in the central square, there were temporary residences and the iron fence between the base, which was anything but peaceful.

Despite the measures taken by the base, the number of patients in areas with poor conditions has doubled, and the treatment center can no longer accommodate so many people.

The base has strict access control; ordinary residents can leave but not enter. Some newly arrived survivors, including some who are ill, were also unable to get in, hoping to receive treatment at the base. Upon learning they couldn't enter, they became emotionally unstable, and chaos reigned outside.

Two people who tried to sneak in were caught early this morning.

Now everyone is urging the base to solve the problem.

"From around 7 a.m. until now, at first a little water could come out of the water intake, but then it stopped completely."

"When will the water supply be restored? Otherwise, we'll have to fetch water from somewhere else. How can we survive without water in this heat!"

"Medicine was delivered last night, but why was it given to someone else and not to my child? We need an explanation!"

The central area has the best medical facilities, water, and electricity, but they live in fear and anxiety every day watching people get sick, and their livelihoods are no longer guaranteed.

"Why can they eat and live well while we have to wait to die here?" someone shouted, waving their arms and stirring up emotions in the crowd.

Some people tried to sneak into the wire mesh during the chaos, but were caught while trying to squeeze in.

Liao Zian fired two shots into the sky from above. The instigator buried his head and disappeared into the crowd. He thought he was well hidden, but as soon as he took a step back, he was dragged out by two big men who were wrapped up tightly.

Liao Zian raised the megaphone in his hand, "You ask why? While we were fighting zombies outside, what right did you have inside the walls?"

His temper flared up too.
"The gate is over there! If you don't want to stay in the base anymore, you can register and leave now!"

"The water supply problems in some areas are because a maintenance worker is sick. The base has arranged for people to handle it. The clinic in the central area also lost power late last night."

Yesterday we were told not to touch the fluid draining from patients' wounds. Today, after listening to those alarmist claims, you've gathered here—are you really not afraid of infection? Causing trouble won't solve anything. If the base system breaks down, do you think you can profit from it?

He sneered at the man who had been dragged up, "I'll give you two choices: either join the mission team or leave the base."

Do you really think that the Los Angeles base, which has developed to its current scale, is such an easy place to cause trouble?

"I...I..." The man stammered for a long time, not daring to answer, completely lacking the imposing manner he had just displayed. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just saying."

His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

"Are you choosing yourself, or should I see you out?"

The man spoke anxiously and frustratedly, "No, I choose to join the team."

Leaving the base is no different from sending him to his death; he can't even kill zombies.

I just wanted to hide in the crowd and shout a few words, taking advantage of the chaos to elevate my status, or at the very least, sneak into the supply exchange area and get some supplies.

The plan ended before it even began.

"Anyone else who wants to go on missions and earn more contribution points can sign up now."

Those who wanted to join the outing team would have joined long ago and wouldn't have waited until now.

A hush fell over the room. Liao Zian looked around and raised his voice, "The logistics department has brought over several truckloads of water. Everyone can line up to get water. Those who were the loudest just now, go to the back of the line!"

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Before heading out to change shifts that evening, they brought Cheng Yan some food. Before they had even gone halfway, they saw a dark mass of mutated insects hovering in the air.

In the blink of an eye, they swept in.

Wearing protective suits and gloves, Song Jinhe and his team weren't afraid of being bitten, but they could feel the mutated insects constantly falling on their bodies and heads, slapping against their protective masks, and their red compound eyes magnified in their vision.

This feeling is indescribably unpleasant.

"Oh my god!" Qi Sixing instinctively closed his eyes when the bugs hit him, and then, in the chaos, he caught the torch that Song Jinhe took out from her spatial storage.

The insects were burned to death, but the firelight also acted as a target, attracting the legendary multicolored black moths, as big as a human face, which hung on the goggles, separated from the face by only two masks. You could even feel the non-woven fabric that had been crushed by them.

"Holy crap, this thing!" Qi Sixing couldn't help but jump up when he slapped it down.

If he hadn't listened to Song Jinhe and worn two masks even when it was hot, he might have caught the virus himself.

Zhuang Ting's mutated insects fell in swarms, with some of the surviving ones flying back onto their backs.

Song Jinhe could clearly feel something crawling on her back on her protective suit. Even without being bitten, this scene would cause her to feel itchy all over.

You can feel the filling bursting when you step on it.

She wanted to scream for help because so many bugs were crawling all over her head!
She'd rather fight zombies than insects again.

"The clinic is surrounded by bugs, and we can't open it!" Cheng Yan's voice was accompanied by the sound of electric shocks on the walkie-talkie.

This was made from a modified electric mosquito lamp, but it's still not enough to solve the problem.

“I have a way. Just wait for my instructions,” Song Jinhe replied.

The sound of the insect flapping its wings was so loud that she had to shout to speak.

"it is good."

Song Jinhe didn't bother with the bugs on her back. Zhuang Ting led the way, and she waved her torch and rushed forward with the others. She swatted the bugs off the walkie-talkie outside the clinic and said, "Five seconds."

"clear."

Song Jinhe gave Zhuang Ting a gesture.

At that moment, a huge swarm of insects, as black as a hole, swarmed up from behind them, completely obscuring their vision.

Zhuang Ting activated his gravity talent, followed by Song Jinhe's mental attack.

The spherical insects instantly disintegrated under the two impacts, with many dying and falling to the ground. Song Jinhe's mental attack also extended outwards by several meters, eliminating the insects on their bodies as well.

The access card opened in five seconds, and the group entered the clinic.

The clothes were covered in powder and fluid from the mutated insects, so I had to go to a special room to change them off.

"What just happened? So many bugs outside are dead, and I didn't see a flamethrower." The head nurse looked at them in shock.