Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 192 Wind and Sand City

Once they leave this area, even if they can calculate the distance, they will no longer be able to pinpoint the location.

That's why they were only made to wear blindfolds, and no other arrangements were made.

The other party has calculated every single step.

The journey took quite a while, and by sea we should have reached another city. After the rainstorm stopped, a helicopter came to pick us up.

It was pitch black, the wind whipped up by the propellers was howling, and it was difficult to breathe if you were standing in the middle.

The closer Song Jinhe got to the enemy's base, the stronger her unease and anxiety became.

Having been through so much, she had rarely felt this anxious.
The opponent, who has equipment, resources, and a thorough understanding of them, actually has no trump cards at all.

The cold air slowly filled my nostrils, and I was surrounded by a jumble of chaotic sounds, carrying a lingering smell of blood.

They seem to have arrived.

at the same time.

Another city, which is a rare example of a city that has been less affected by natural disasters.

However, the land is severely desertified, the ground is covered with thick sand and gravel, and the sky is also gloomy.

Half of the city has charred black marks, making it look more like a ghost town.

The road in is difficult to traverse; hundreds of thousands of zombies are still in the city. If they are alerted, even the most gifted individual would not be able to fight against thousands alone.

One of the branches of a well-known foreign biopharmaceutical company that was established before the apocalypse was located here.

The road into the city was cut off in the middle, and the exposed cement and soil at the crack were particularly shocking in the view.

At this moment, the zombies surged in one direction like ants crossing the land.

Let alone being torn apart by them, even if a corpse were to step on a person, they could be crushed into a pulp.

Several figures ran wildly between the buildings, and then disappeared without them realizing it.

"Sister Zhao, what do we do? There are zombies on both sides!"

Han Hui stared in despair at the endless stream of zombies pouring out from every passable road.

The gun was out of bullets, and the grenades were all used up.

They entered the department store to escape the horde of zombies, but were still surrounded by them.

They surged in frantically from all the safety passages and doorways, taking up all the space.

Zombies were falling from the hole in the dome.

Unless they can fly, they're doomed in this situation.

Ignoring the cold sweat streaming down her face, Zhao Huiyun quickly looked around.
"There's still a chance, head this way!"

She looked at the screaming faces and led Han Hui toward the only escalator they could possibly reach.

"The team said they'd meet up in the west of the city. If we can get out, we can shake off most of the zombies and escape the encirclement."

If you are not surrounded, you still have a chance to live; if you are surrounded, you will die.

Han Hui rushed forward desperately, as people can unleash their potential when faced with life-or-death situations. However, they had only gone halfway when they saw zombies swarming below.

My blood seemed to freeze in that instant, and my heart clenched tightly.

"Jump down!" Zhao Huiyun shouted, flipping over the handrail and landing on the next floor.

Without hesitation, Han Hui followed, even though he had only just awakened his talent and lacked Zhao Huiyun's skills.

This location is three or four meters high, with overturned debris below, and zombies jumping out from behind.

boom!
His jump caused him pain and numbness from his shoulder to his back. To make matters worse, his back hit the broken glass, and the impact caused the sharp edges to cut through his clothes and skin, piercing into his skin.

Ignoring the pain, Han Hui groaned as he pulled out the palm-sized shard of glass. Just as he was about to continue running forward, he looked up and saw Zhao Huiyun's silent gaze.

Han Hui panicked immediately.

Zombies swarmed around them from all directions again, and even a hint of blood was enough to drive them mad.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, under Zhao Huiyun's apologetic gaze, the zombie that had fallen down behind Han Hui stood up and grabbed his arm.

A piercing scream rang out behind them; the horde of corpses was drawn by the rich stench of blood.

With red eyes, Zhao Huiyun ran forward, panting heavily, not daring to look back at her companion's expression.

Only one thing remained in her mind: to survive.

They left Wucheng together three years ago.
It wasn't her fault that she wanted to take Han Hui with her; she had no other choice.

In that situation, if they went to help Han Hui, neither of them would be able to leave.

The zombies' rotten, black teeth, their hideous, twisted faces, and the images of the humans who had died in their jaws—these scenes replayed in her mind.
Fear of death and the desire to live made her withdraw her outstretched hand.

She just didn't want to die, didn't want to be eaten by so many zombies, and end up as just a skeleton.

She had to choose between dying together or sacrificing Han Hui; she could only choose the latter!
She didn't want to!

Zhao Huiyun ran desperately toward survival, the department store behind her growing farther and farther away, her shouts gradually fading away, until her blood-covered face was finally swallowed up.

She ran across the wide sandy area ahead, looked at her companion's approaching car, and showed a look of relief.

"Where's Han Hui? Isn't he with you?"

Zhao Huiyun lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. "He didn't come out."

The people in the car didn't say anything, stepped on the gas, and drove westward into the city.

However, when they arrived, they learned that their companions had not come; instead, another group of people had arrived.

Song Jinhe felt as if she were walking down a dark and secluded corridor, then a simple elevator, and continuing downwards.

Even in the apocalypse, this kind of elevator still exists. The strength and resources of this base are far superior to those of the Luo Zhou base.

The moment the blindfold was removed, the dim environment came into view, and the roars of zombies came from the black iron gate.

They were led to another clean and tidy elevator, which took them into the underground building and into a room that resembled a reception room.

Only through the balcony can you see the entire area below, which is a place resembling a large underground boxing ring.

The center was covered by a tall iron cage, and there was fresh red blood on the ground.

Suddenly, several burly men stepped forward and roughly handcuffed Zhuang Ting and Qi Sixing, then raised a syringe and stabbed it into Zhuang Ting's neck.

"What are you doing! What are you trying to do!"

Qi Sixing shouted and struggled, but was held down firmly, and even with veins bulging on his forehead, he couldn't break free.

"Don't be nervous. It just prevents him from using his talent to resist. It's only effective for 36 hours."

A man in a neat suit walked in, smiling as he warned, "Don't forget, you're still in our hands."

Upon hearing this, Qi Sixing and Zhuang Ting gritted their teeth and endured it.

"Long time no see." The man smiled at Jiang Shi'an. "We went to Wucheng three years ago, but unfortunately we couldn't find you."

"Why don't you take a tour of this place first, see our base, and then make a decision?"

Jiang Shi'an's face remained expressionless. "Are you comfortable letting me into the lab?"

"Your willingness to come here is the best proof, as long as they, especially her, are here."

The man instructed his bespectacled subordinate, who appeared to have no fighting ability, "Lead the way for Professor Jiang."