Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 157 After a brief pause
In just a few hours, the car's paint was corroded to the point that it looked like a decades-old abandoned vehicle, and the white lines on the ground had all come apart. Looking at all this, there was an absurd feeling of time passing rapidly before one's eyes.

Song Jinhe went up to check and found that the car could still be driven.

"The rain is about to stop, should we wait a bit?" Pei Mao asked.

Even with a powerful water-type talent, it's impossible to protect all three vehicles 100% of the time; compressing the distance also carries risks.

Last night, the zombies were all corroded into such a grotesque state that people would have to peel off their skin in the rain.

Jiang Shi'an glanced at the churning dark clouds on the horizon. "No time to wait, let's go now, and hurry up."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinhe's team members got into the car without saying a word, without a moment's hesitation.

Pei Mao stared blankly at the empty space beside him and the cold wind that had swept past.
What are they doing, running so fast? It's like they're hiding from something.

Despite his thoughts, he didn't slow down at all when getting into the car.

Song Jinhe's car had just left this road when it suddenly lurched forward and came to a stop.

They are zombies in the supermarket, and the corroded wounds on their bodies are showing signs of healing.

Zombies with regenerative abilities appeared so early. Of course, only a very small number of them were able to evolve properly in the end.

In the past, Song Jinhe would have simply rammed into it, but things are different now. If the car gets damaged, it's like hurting yourself and injuring the enemy.

She swerved and floored the accelerator to avoid it.

Getting back to base as quickly as possible is the least risky option for them, but they have no other choice now.

This place isn't exactly close to the base, but it's not far either. If we don't shake off the zombies behind us first, we might end up walking all the way to the base, and what happened last time might repeat itself.

Jiang Shi'an was looking at the map and giving directions; they would have to go around in circles and then return to the intersection.

The rain had almost stopped, but the dark clouds on the horizon grew thicker as they moved and rolled, covering almost the entire sky in just a few minutes.

The floodwaters on the road had not receded, and some of the low-lying areas with potholes made driving even more difficult.

Song Jinhe was afraid of stalling the engine, so she was very careful throughout the journey and couldn't drive fast at all.

"What's that!" Qi Sixing suddenly exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. "Is it an unfinished shopping mall?!"

Song Jinhe looked in the direction he pointed.

It seems to be true!
Are there any markings on the map?

"No," Jiang Shi'an replied.

Song Jinhe was also shocked; she hadn't expected to encounter a resource point that might contain building materials.

No, it's more likely there's something there—heavy construction materials that a typical survivor team couldn't possibly transport.

It was still some distance from there, and there was no direct road in between; the collapsed overpass blocked their way.

Jiang Shi'an estimated the location and marked it on the map.

Song Jinhe continued driving, finally managing to shake off the zombies.

At the same time, inside the base.

After the acid rain that fell in the latter half of the night, many houses developed problems. The joints of the sheds began to shake, and the leaking rainwater damaged the things inside.

In the worst case, a piece of sheet metal was blown off the roof of a house, leaving the people inside with nowhere to hide. People were injured, and a lot of their belongings were damaged.

They were just brought to the treatment center this morning, along with people who had been showering and washing clothes in the rain yesterday.

The factory dormitory couldn't handle the eye injuries, so some people were sent to a clinic, which, of course, wasn't free and cost contribution points.

After the rain finally stopped, everyone was busy repairing their houses.

"Those who came out yesterday were really unfortunate. I don't even know if they'll be able to save their eyes. Luckily, I felt cold and didn't go out with them." "I hope it won't rain acid again? Last night, the radio said that if the situation got serious, they would organize everyone to go into the air-raid shelters for refuge, but we haven't received any notification yet."

"Like last night, as long as you stay inside the house, there won't be any problems. My side was reinforced overnight, so it's very stable."

The person who answered the call was very satisfied with the timely measures they had taken.

"It's hard to say." The person with a strong sense of crisis frowned. "No one can predict the future. I think it's better to prepare early."

As everyone was talking, a few noisy electrical sounds came through the loudspeaker, followed by intermittent announcements.

Residents of the temporary shelter and those on the top floor of apartments, please immediately proceed to the nearest north or west entrance of the air-raid shelter!

Most people dropped what they were doing and quickly packed their things to go over, including some who didn't live on the top floor.

Others felt there was no need to rush.

The underground structures for the expansion of the air-raid shelters are not yet completed, so people can only squeeze into limited open areas. The defenses at home are sufficient.

Thick black clouds spread towards the base, and half of the lights on the defensive line were turned on.

All base guards were mobilized, covering important facilities with scrap metal sheets, and metal talents were dispersed to various key locations, with the atmosphere at several entrances and exits being particularly tense.

With a thunderous roar, the torrential rain arrived, leaving marks the size of raindrops on the iron plate.

The captain on the watchtower's face darkened, and he roared, "Come in now!"

The communication phone in the control room was ringing incessantly; the usually gentle Xu Chuchu was so anxious she was practically screaming herself hoarse.

"Turn off the power in all areas immediately! We're not sending metal-talented individuals over here!"

The rain came quickly and suddenly. Before the base was fully prepared, the floor tiles under the lights reflected a chilling and desolate atmosphere.

It's acid raining now, and it's much worse than last night. I wonder if those metal sheets outside can withstand it!
Two hours later, amidst the clamor of rain, screams and cries for help echoed through the residential area.

People who didn't go to the air-raid shelter initially thought there was no problem, but they regretted it when they saw the joints of their reinforced roofs gradually corroding.

It was raining heavily outside and drizzling inside, until finally the entire sheet metal couldn't be held in place and fell down.

The rain felt like it was tearing flesh off their bodies, and they cried out for help, grabbing anything they could to shield themselves.

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Song Jinhe had just driven past the intersection.

Suddenly, the sound of rain became continuous, and the rapid raindrops pounded on the windshield, leaving only a curtain of water in front of my eyes.

The windshield wipers were long since corroded and broken; I rely entirely on my natural instincts to find my way.

It's still acid raining now, and the metal on the exterior rearview mirrors is corroding even more severely.

Nothing could be worse than their current situation; if they couldn't get back before the car was destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The sound of raindrops piercing through my head was so clear it sent chills down my spine.

The rear left door window was leaking, so Qi Sixing hurriedly used old clothes to cover the leaking gaps.

If this were a video game, they would be constantly seeing 'Wear-down -1' notifications.

Song Jinhe floored the accelerator, recklessly speeding forward, while simultaneously using his walkie-talkie to warn the two cars behind him, "Keep your distance."

There's still a long way to go; we'll hold on for as long as we can.

The corrosiveness of the rain was even worse than they had imagined; even the car tires, which were corrosion-resistant, couldn't withstand driving like that for long.

Jiang Shi'an controlled the rain within the area of ​​the three vehicles, reducing the wear and tear on the cars.