Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 39 Truck
"However, if I make a commotion, zombies that are beyond my perception range will also come over."

Jiang Shi'an: "I'll lure the zombies away, you collect the supplies, and then call them over."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinhe looked at Jiang Shi'an's trembling eyelashes and his cold eyes, thinking, "Very good, he knows how to play. Don't use him to trick her in the future."

"They want information on supplies, you want manpower, but isn't that how manpower is used?"

“That’s right!” Song Jinhe nodded.

The supplies should be distributed, but she found them, so it's not unreasonable to take a little more.

Song Jinhe first hid inside the livestock shop, concealing herself behind the door. After Jiang Shi'an led a group of ferocious and insane zombies away, she opened the door and went out.

Approaching the small truck with anticipation, Song Jinhe stabbed at the zombie that had just crawled out from under the truck with a crowbar. She felt that she was better at launching surprise attacks.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed the zombie's clothes, which seemed to have the same logo as the car body.

He was the driver of this pickup truck.

Realizing this, Song Jinhe, who had one foot on the pedal, stepped back, squatted down, grabbed its arm, and tried to pull it out.

Unexpectedly, halfway through dragging her arm, she was pulled down. Song Jinhe was stunned for a moment. She hadn't done it on purpose; her arm was just too fragile.

Song Jinhe silently lowered the arm and instead grabbed the clothes on the shoulder.

Sure enough, there were car keys nearby; when she dragged the body out, the keys were also hung out.

Get rich!
She opened the cargo box twice with a bang, and a truck full of supplies appeared before her eyes: mineral water, juice, snacks, instant noodles, and vacuum-packed hot dogs.

It's a bit of a shame that the bread, which only has a shelf life of three days, has already gone bad. These freshly made foods, without added preservatives, will start to taste sour in about two days.

Toast and cookies should be fine.

Song Jinhe opened it, broke off a piece, and tasted it. It didn't taste bad, so she put it into her spatial storage.

I took two-thirds of the food that's easy to store and filling: chocolate, self-heating rice, and water. I also took a little juice, snacks, and instant noodles, and half of the tissues.

After stockpiling the supplies, she jumped off the truck and quickly returned to the front door of the livestock store, where she found Jiang Shi'an fighting with zombies.

He had already brought the zombies to a location near the police station, and Cheng Yan and the other two rushed over to help after hearing the noise.

At this moment, Zhuang Ting's team, who had only searched half of the police station and found nothing, changed their expressions upon hearing the sounds of zombies rising and falling outside.

Looking outside, it was even more astonishing.

"Holy crap! What are these people doing?! Weren't we supposed to be careful? They've just attracted so many zombies."

Hearing her companions complaining, Zhao Huiyun quickly came over, her brows furrowed. They couldn't find the supplies and were even dragging their feet.

Before she could speak, Qi Sixing had already raised his crossbow and shot a zombie through the head.

"If we leave it unattended, the nearby zombies will all be alerted." Zhuang Ting picked up his knife and walked outside.

He knew Zhao Huiyun was xenophobic, but there was no need to do things that harmed others without benefiting himself.

With helpers joining in, the efficiency of killing zombies increased significantly, and before long, the ground was littered with corpses.

"Wait, buddy, where did you find so many agile zombies?" Qi Sixing panted as he retrieved the arrow; his arrows were practically smoking from firing them.

That zombie with the big gold chain must have been a parkour enthusiast. It didn't have time to nock an arrow; it was too late. Song Jinhe had to come over and hit it on the head with a stick, splitting its face, which saved its life. "Be careful," Zhao Huiyun said, her eyes showing a hint of impatience.

I couldn't discern any talent from the other person just now. Their skills and mental fortitude were impressive, but the other woman wasn't so great.

They were just helping Qi Sixing out. They were the ones who brought the zombies, so wasn't it their duty to help Qi Sixing?
"We were very careful." Otherwise, why would we go through all that trouble to bring zombies here? Having just collected a batch of supplies, Song Jinhe was in a good mood.

“There was a convenience store van over there. We went over and picked up a key when these zombies suddenly rushed out, and then this is what you see.”

"Really? A truck! We've hit the jackpot this time!" Qi Sixing exclaimed excitedly. "You guys are so lucky, we just opened the door to the police station and got two zombies!"

Zhao Huiyun looked at Song Jinhe's empty backpack. They only had one talented person, so they probably didn't have time to grab supplies first.

Song Jinhe led them back to where the truck was parked. As soon as she opened the back door, she saw the closed compartment open, and two thin, gray-clad figures running out carrying a snakeskin bag.

"Someone is stealing supplies! Fire arrows to stop them!" Zhao Huiyun coldly ordered Qi Sixing.

"Judging from their figures, the older one is only about ten years old, and the younger one is probably a girl, not even ten years old." Qi Sixing couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Did you catch Dai Jia's saintly heart?" Zhao Huiyun snorted and was about to chase after them with Han Yao.

"They must have been watching this car for a while, because the zombies in the vicinity haven't dared to come near," Song Jinhe said, blocking their way. "Are you planning to kill them and take back that bag of supplies?"

In the end times, in order to survive, no one should talk about benevolence and morality.

However, there are people in the group who would kill such a small survivor without hesitation.

This means that even if they are teammates now, they will not hesitate to betray their teammates if they are affected.

Qi Sixing looked at the carriage. "There are still so many things inside. It's unnecessary to take just one bag. Besides, we didn't find these things."

Such a young girl is out searching for supplies; there's only one possibility: no one is home.

"What's wrong, Qi Sixing? Are you going to side with outsiders?" Han Yao glanced at Song Jinhe. "I advise you to step aside."

Jiang Shi'an raised his eyes slightly, put his arm in front of him, and his calm eyes were filled with coldness.

"Alright, pack your things and continue the search." Zhuang Ting said this to Zhao Huiyun.

That was the end of it. Song Jinhe gave the truck keys to Zhao Yanzhou, who then drove the truck out of the alley.

She went to the fruit shop, endured the rotten smell, and found two old coconuts that didn't look bad from a pile of spoiled fruit. Jiang Shi'an cleaned them and put them into his space.

"You're so happy to have found a few coconuts?" Jiang Shi'an asked, noticing the smile on Song Jinhe's lips.

"It just suddenly occurred to me that you, who used to wear a white coat and spend all your time in a cold laboratory, are now washing coconuts in a fruit shop."

This strong sense of contrast.

Cheng Yan was familiar with the area, and under his guidance, Song Jinhe first went to several nearby private Chinese medicine clinics. The supplies in the truck had all been collected, and the convenience stores ahead were not so important, so Cheng Yan would follow.

After searching around, Song Jinhe replenished her space with some more Chinese medicine and a few medical books.

While the others were still searching for convenience stores and small supermarkets, Song Jinhe and Jiang Shian stepped on the gas and headed to the gas station.

(End of this chapter)