Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 172 Another Force

The familiar or unfamiliar corpses in front of me gradually became cold and stiff.

A cold wind howled, and all that could be seen was desolation and ruin.

The bloodstains on the ground were covered by fresh snow, and within two hours there was nothing left.

With something this big happening, very few people can sleep.

"Sister Song, will Uncle Zhao be alright?" Li Jin glanced back. "He's a good man."

Song Jinhe was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know. I hope Uncle Zhao can pull through."

This child, who has survived the loss of loved ones and bravely made it this far, doesn't need superficial comfort; what he needs is the truth.

He was also involved in the battle just now.

Eighty percent of the medicines looted by the invaders were recovered; the rest were destroyed in the fighting.

There wasn't time to put the medicine in the cabinet; the doctors and nurses hurriedly took out the necessary items from the bags and used them on the wounded.

Compared to the losses at supermarkets and supply exchange points, the losses from medicines were relatively small.

In the end, the invaders who scattered and fled took some supplies with them.

The management building notified us of a meeting.
Zhao's father suffered a massive hemorrhage but miraculously survived—a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

Jiang Shi'an waited until several other surgeons from the lab came to help before heading to the management building.

It was only at this point that Song Jinhe learned that there was someone behind this whole thing.
What kind of organization is that?

"On the surface, it's a laboratory under a biological research and development company, but behind it are powerful founders and funders who have conducted numerous gene experiments that are not allowed in civilized times."

Before the apocalypse, although this organization had biological research companies within the country, their experimental projects never set foot on the borders.

At this point, Jiang Shi'an paused for a moment.
“I’ve been there before, more than a decade ago, and spent quite a bit of time there.”

More than ten years ago, how old was he?

Song Jinhe frowned. "Does anyone at the base know about this?"

"Probably not." Jiang Shi'an chuckled.

"That's good."

Based on the description, the resources that organization controls are likely no less than those of the Los Angeles base.

If he wanted to cooperate with that side, he wouldn't have come to Luozhou in the first place. That's the logic, but the base's management might still use this as an excuse to cause trouble.

The two walked into the conference room together, where the personnel in charge of the base's regional security and key managers at all levels were present.

The main discussion focused on how to strengthen defenses, adjust patrol team arrangements, and allocate supplies.

This is truly adding insult to injury; the loss of talented individuals and ordinary people with combat capabilities will not be easily replaced.

"Old Sheng, Old Wang, you've sent so many people to protect your own homes. You don't care about the survival of the base at all! Half of the guards at the supply exchange point are dead!"

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by so many people? There are only a few necessary people. You think you're so high and mighty? You should have sent the two children to Old Master Gu's place first."

The older folks started arguing amongst themselves.

Song Jinhe sat there drinking goji berry tea, listening to their back-and-forth conversation.

Zhou He waited expressionlessly until they had finished arguing before speaking coldly, "Are you done acting?"

He still had bloodstains on his body, and as soon as he spoke, those old foxes fell silent.

For a base of this size to achieve the goal of rebuilding civilization, it not only needs the combat power of gifted individuals, but also organizational and management capabilities to maintain stability.

Therefore, even if they are not very capable, these people can still hold their positions in management.

"Now is not the time to settle scores. The base needs supplies to rebuild. The defenses have been breached, and nobody wants to see that happen again. So stop hiding things in the warehouse."
"If it can't be repaired soon, and someone else comes to take advantage of the situation, are you sure you can protect your family?" Father Gu said gently, but he was actually asking for supplies.

Otherwise, let them fight it themselves next time.

They have people under their command, but they're still lacking in strength.

In the end, several managers who had supplies in hand nodded in agreement.

Everyone has their own selfish motives, but at the same time, no one wants the base to be destroyed, so they can reach a consensus on the big picture.

"The forces behind this went to such lengths and made such a big fuss just to obtain the laboratory's data."

Quan Xian, whose strength and weaponry resources ranked among the top in the base, looked at Jiang Shi'an.
"The information has been leaked. You killed the person. Professor Jiang, shouldn't you say something? You are in full charge of the lab. We have not had any objections to this matter."

"What do you want me to say? To accept the investigation?" Jiang Shi'an asked calmly.

"I wouldn't dare. According to the pre-apocalyptic system, I'm not qualified."

Quan Xian smiled.

"I just don't understand how it happened so coincidentally that the other party succeeded. Capturing him alive shouldn't have been too difficult for you, so Professor Jiang really has no connection with that force?"

Song Jinhe slowly raised her head and looked over.

"What do you mean?" Gu Huai's expression turned indifferent.

"I think only Professor Jiang knows what the other party is looking for."

This is his purpose.

"If I had cooperated with them, I wouldn't be here now."

Jiang Shi'an curled his lips slightly and asked very seriously,
"You don't think I couldn't leave in that situation, do you?"

Quan Xian did not deny this.

"The transmitted data is all here; you can look at it yourselves."

Jiang Shi'an leaned back casually.

It's no secret that killing mutated zombies can improve your talents.

Talent is conserved; killing a talent-wielding opponent increases that talent.
The genetic data of mutated zombies, and the gene plundering and fusion, are what's important.

Even if you tell them that the organization is likely trying to control the virus's genes and use every means possible to increase its power,
They didn't know the key information, and they dared not try.

"I didn't mean anything by it. Finding out about this is also for the safety of the base." Quan Xian's smile returned.

"Now that they've set their sights on our base, we should be more cautious, right?"

The meeting lasted for several hours and discussed several important issues before concluding.

When I came out, it was still snowing heavily outside.

Song Jinhe put on a mask and protective goggles. Overnight, the snow had become quite thick, and it crunched underfoot.

Looking at the destroyed snowman on the road, she suddenly asked,
"Were you sad when you left the lab alone?"

"After the laboratory fell, I was heartbroken. I was alone underground doing what they hadn't finished until the energy was about to run out."

Jiang Shi'an answered softly.
"I was a participant and a test subject there when I was a child. My biological father was one of the founders."

“He was probably a normal person when he met my mother, but later they had differences in their beliefs.”

He spoke of these past events casually, as if he no longer cared.

Song Jinhe lowered her eyes and silently tightened her grip on his hand.