Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 15 Argument
The axe-wielding man had an extra lock added to keep a close watch on Song Jinhe.

Of course, before leaving, they watched Cheng Yan take Song Jinhe's temperature again to confirm that she really had a high fever, and he also took their backpacks, travel bags, and crowbars.

Everyone was gathered in the hall. The woman, dragged to the ground, let out a shrill scream. The man choked her, forcing her to only make painful, hoarse cries.

Everyone watched as she was dragged into the room, their faces showing anger and fear, but they dared not show any resistance.

The burly man beside him whistled twice, his gaze sweeping over the remaining women.

"Got it?" Fang Qinghe lowered his voice. "You guys take the opportunity to run out later. They only have one gun. Every one of you who can escape is one more chance."

"You'll die!" Qiu Ling's eyes welled up with tears.

Fang Qinghe looked at her, his gaze unusually calm, "I can't let you go through something like this."

After saying that, he took out the utility knife hidden in his sleeve and rushed forward. He was no match for these people at all. Before the utility knife could even touch them, he was punched in the stomach.

"Run!" he shouted with all his might, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Don't look back!"

"Damn it! Bring them back!"

Gunshots rang out, and one of her companions was hit and fell. Qiu Ling cried and quickened her pace to escape. In the chaos, they got separated, and the long-haired girl was eventually trapped on the balcony with nowhere to go.

"Run, keep running, let's see where you can run to, you shameless wretch, you actually dare to run, just wait and see how powerful I am." The big man spat on the ground.

The girl smiled desperately with red eyes, turned around, climbed over the railing, and jumped off without hesitation.

Hearing the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the burly man cursed a few times with a livid face. Three out of five people were dead, and two had escaped. This place was not small, and it would take a lot of effort to search every nook and cranny to find them.

“There’s no need for that.” Qiu Xiang came out of the room. “They can’t go far. They’ll just kill a few people every now and then. Wu Dayong said that these people are kind-hearted, so let’s see if they come out.”

"And that group of people, the woman and the doctor can't be touched for now, so there's still one left. If the two of them really want to join, they definitely won't care whether this person lives or dies."

He said the last sentence while looking at Peng Zhixue, his expression intriguing.

Sitting on the ground, Peng Zhixue clenched his fists. Song Jinhe definitely knew where Zhang Yi was. He had to tell these people the news so that he would have a chance to live. These people really would kill; they were not just trying to scare him.

But if Zhang Yi fell into the hands of these people, she would definitely suffer a fate worse than death, so he couldn't say that.
"Brother, considering I brought you here and provided you with intelligence, how about letting me join you?" Upon hearing that they were about to start killing, Wu Dayong hurriedly expressed his loyalty, fearing that he would be chosen.

"Who do you think you are?" The burly man in the lead sneered at him. "You don't even dare to kill zombies. Our team doesn't need useless people. Since you brought us here, we'll let you go to the back of the line."

Upon hearing this, Wu Dayong sat back down with a gloomy expression. If looks could kill, he would have been killed eight hundred times over by the resentful glares of those around him.

"It's all because of you! You brought these demons here!"

"Wu Dayong, you bastard! What have we done to wrong you that you would do this to us? And Fang Qinghe, their men ran away, leaving us to die!"

"What can I do!" Wu Dayong's eyes widened in anger. "These people killed Chiang Kai-shek without saying a word. If I don't lead the way for them, they will torture me to death! If it were you, you wouldn't be able to withstand it either!"

"Blame them! It was that guy surnamed Cheng who told everyone there were supplies outside, which is why we went out. Who knows what he and that woman said to these people? Think about it, it was our people who died, but they got away scot-free. Maybe they were just there to scout the place!"

"You're shameless! Did you go out because of us?" Peng Zhixue glared at him. "You went out to find food yourself! You want to join them, but do you think they'd even look at you?" "Alright, what's the point of arguing like this? If you don't want to die, hurry up and think of a way!" Yang Minghao said in a low voice. "That tattooed man, I've seen his picture when I worked in the community. He's a wanted criminal! He dared to kill people even before the apocalypse. Do you really expect these people to let us go?"

"What can we do? They have guns!"

The thought of the other party's brutal behavior made the person who had just considered it lower their head again. As the saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and who would dare to stand up and die?

the other side.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, pushed back the covers, climbed out of the closet, and looked at the door with a pale face. "Who are they? What should we do?"

Song Jinhe handed her a knife. "Do you know how to kill?"

"I...I didn't kill anyone." Zhang Yi stammered as she took the kitchen knife, her hands still trembling.

"If they don't die, we will."

Song Jinhe then took out two more Molotov cocktails and a mousetrap. "If you want to survive in this world, there are some things you have to do. Don't hesitate when you take action."

Zhang Yi nodded seriously, still unaware that Song Jinhe had suddenly produced so many things from nowhere.

"The car keys and supplies are in their hands; take advantage of the chaos to prioritize the supplies."

“But what about your health?” Zhang Yi looked at Song Jinhe with concern.

"It's a little better than before." She almost didn't make it through the worst of it.

Although she couldn't see what was happening outside the door, Song Jinhe could vaguely sense that the person guarding her was standing on her left smoking, and there were faint screams coming from the corridor. She couldn't hear anything further away.

"They're having a good time, leaving me to guard a half-dead female zombie." The man outside the door impatiently stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes constantly glancing toward the room from which the voice came.

Song Jinhe took out two pieces of bread and milk from her spatial storage. Even though she couldn't eat, she forced herself to eat something. She needed to wait for the right opportunity and let her body recover.

"How come you still have food? They took all our things."

“I hid it.” Song Jinhe gave her a spare key to the iron door leading to the unloading warehouse. “These people shooting like this will easily attract zombies. Go find Cheng Yan and the others first. If things get bad, retreat to the unloading warehouse.”

“Okay, I understand.” Zhang Yi’s gaze gradually hardened.

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A low, hoarse roar drew closer in the dark, gloomy passageway, while light streaming through the broken windows cast shadowy patterns on the concrete staircase.

The axe-wielding man and his gang had already ransacked the bathhouse.

"These good-for-nothings have quite a lot of stuff, much better than what we had when we went there before." The burly man picked up a slightly wrinkled apple and started eating it.

"Those idiots, they even sprayed SOS on the wall with paint, thinking someone would come to rescue them." He couldn't help but laugh twice as he said this.

Happy New Year! Wishing everyone a prosperous and blessed new year!
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