Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 185 Coal Yard Supplies 2
The items in the factory office showed signs of having been ransacked, and there were bird carcasses on the broken windowsill, with only a few wet feathers and bones remaining.

Song Jinhe chose a room with a good view, and everyone set up two tents together.

They needed to keep watch that night, and two tents were just enough for their team.

I don't feel safe leaving my car parked on the side of the road.

Let's all work together to clear the road in front of the gate, build a ramp with steel plates from the factory, and let the experienced drivers in the team drive in.

The zombie corpses were all burned to prevent them from attracting scavengers.

It took a day to complete all these tasks. The team member in charge of liaison said that there were problems with the satellite and signal tower, making it difficult to transmit information. The base also needed to make preparations, and the earliest they could arrive was tomorrow.

As night fell, the factory and its surroundings became dark within minutes.

A warm yellow emergency light was placed by the window. When the other teams were there, Song Jinhe and his group would eat dry rations and make do with canned food.

Outside the factory, not far away.

Several figures hunched over, staring intently at the light inside the factory. Though faint, it was still remarkably conspicuous in the darkness.

"They can get into the coal preparation plant and they have such nice vehicles, so they must have supplies."

"But...they don't look like people to mess with."

"We'll just grab some supplies from the car and run. We're not going to provoke them."

The hushed voices approached slowly with the soft footsteps.

They acted quickly; two men pried open the trunk while the others kept watch.

A crisp cocking sound suddenly rang out, and everyone's expression froze.

Those who wanted to resist, after assessing their surroundings, wisely put down their weapons and raised their hands.

Making an excuse to come downstairs to get something, Song Jinhe, who 'just happened' to spot them, pointed a gun and asked, "What do you want?"

"We...we're looking for something to eat," one of the thin, dark-skinned young men replied. "We'll leave right away, don't shoot!"

"How many of you are there?" she continued.

"Just these few." The young man shrank his neck.

"I'm asking how many people live in your residence," Song Jinhe said expressionlessly. "I won't say it a second time." "Ten, a dozen or so."

"where?"

The young man remained silent this time.

Their companions and family members were also in the accommodation.

If we don't say anything, at most they'll die; if we do, everyone will die.

Pei Mao's men pressed their guns against the young man's head.

“We won’t tell you where we live, even if you kill us.”

Another woman, who was slightly older, spoke up.

Song Jinhe: "Then let me ask you another question. Have you always lived in this city?"

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"Tell me about your experiences," Pei Mao nodded to his subordinates.

He gestured for him to take the young man inside for questioning and to verify the details.

Before the apocalypse, many of them were from official backgrounds. Even after the collapse of civilization, they maintained their bottom line. They would not kill ordinary survivors who were just looking for food.

If they attack any survivors who pose no threat to the base or themselves, then humanity truly has no hope.

Soon, after questioning both sides, it was found that they were indeed just local survivors with very poor equipment, unlike any organized group.

Pei Mao had someone give him some compressed biscuits. This wasn't out of excessive sympathy, but because he needed information about the rest of the journey.

The woman who seemed to be in charge could tell they were no ordinary people.
He proactively explained some details about the campsite, hoping to find safe accommodation.

This was also a deliberate attempt by the seasoned veteran Pei Mao to extract information. In the end, Su Lan and Yi Feng went to the residence themselves to confirm that these people were indeed ordinary survivors, with only one talented individual, and that individual was not very strong.

Transport planes from the base don't rescue people unless they are personnel needed by the base.

Therefore, Pei Mao only told them that they could go to Luozhou on their own.