Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 61 Returning with a Full Load
The word "Careful" stuck in Qi Sixing's throat. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he stood there dumbfounded, clutching his crossbow. "Wait, your aim is that good?"

Qi Sixing was starting to have doubts about life.

He used to study archery, but now he's not even as good as a girl? He's completely devastated, feeling like he's been ripped off.

"I practiced shooting for a while." Song Jinhe couldn't say it was due to the help of talent.

The ability to sense things—which is invisible and intangible and cannot be directly used for attack—is not the same as a lock-on weapon; even if the target is within range, it doesn't guarantee a 100% hit rate.

After all, the target is moving, and most of them are quite fast, not a stationary object standing there to be hit.

Throwing a Molotov cocktail is easy because it has a large area of ​​effect, but precise strikes are a bit more complicated.

While fighting zombies, she was also practicing her ability to predict and react.

Given the difference in physical fitness and strength, she couldn't possibly go toe-to-toe with a strong, burly man, so she had to maximize her natural advantages.

Even the best kung fu masters are vulnerable to bullets. Metal-talented individuals with maxed-out defenses are not rare top-tier fighters; they too will die under heavy fire.

To match her shooting accuracy requires considerable reaction time and professional skill, something she has only ever seen Jiang Shi'an achieve.

Qi Sixing is actually not bad; he's at a normal level compared to the average person.

"What's going on with these dogs?" Song Jinhe covered her nose and squatted down.

They looked different from zombies just now; they were clearly still breathing.

“They ate zombie flesh,” Jiang Shi’an replied. “Some will die directly from the virus, while others will mutate. It’s uncertain how long they can live in this state, but they can still spread the zombie virus.”

"What about other animals? Like flies?" Cheng Yan asked again.

“Not all animals become ‘carriers.’ Their mutations take different directions. From their own perspective, the leeches and nematodes we’ve seen may well be a form of evolution,” Jiang Shi’an said.

Viruses are constantly evolving, and limited data from the past doesn't prove anything.

"How are your injuries?" Song Jinhe asked Cheng Yan, who was limping and had bandages wrapped around his legs.

"It's nothing serious. Luckily, it didn't hit any important nerves, otherwise it would affect my walking in the future."

"Then let's get in the car and go inside to unload the supplies." Song Jinhe clapped her hands.

"How did you deal with the people inside?" Zhuang Ting finally remembered the important question.

Two people wiped out two other teams.

These aren't teammates, they're Molotov cocktail gods and pros!

"Even with their strength, they couldn't have stopped yesterday's explosion." Song Jinhe changed the subject, "Can you drive a truck?"

Zhuang Ting's expression clearly indicated that he wouldn't.

“Dai Jie knows how, but he can’t drive it.” Qi Sixing volunteered, “How about I give it a try? I’ve driven a motorhome before.”

Song Jinhe gestured for her to proceed.

She had heard a little about their RV; it was a luxury custom-made version, great in every way, except that they encountered zombies on the road and drove onto a flooded route, where they couldn't go any further and had to abandon the vehicle and escape.

The comfortable bed and the supplies in the car are all gone. I wonder who will benefit from them.

If it weren't for the fact that it was so far away, Song Jinhe would have liked to go back and see if she could find a bargain.

RVs are definitely the most luxurious and comfortable equipment in the post-apocalyptic world.

However, the terrain of Wucheng is indeed not very suitable, making it difficult to drive a car.

It took half a day to move the supplies from the park, and it wasn't until after 2 p.m. that the group arrived at the location where they had been intercepted the day before.

The people left behind on the other side saw the car approaching and assumed it was one of their own returning. They bared their teeth and went to greet it, only to be hit by two Molotov cocktails.

Before they could even draw their guns to retaliate, Song Jinhe had already pulled the trigger. After looting the supplies, they discovered that the other side, adhering to the principle of not wasting resources, had already changed the tires on the two vehicles they had brought, saving them some trouble.

“We’ll split the ammunition and supplies 40/60 this time,” Zhuang Ting said proactively.

Song Jinhe's side contributed the most, so it's only right that they receive an extra set of supplies.

Song Jinhe opened the car door. "Let's divide the supplies equally."

They put in a lot of effort when moving it, and she had already taken a batch, so whether she gets this one or not won't hurt her; it's just a favor.

"Alright, I won't stand on ceremony with you then." Zhuang Ting smiled.

They didn't return to the villa area until after 6 p.m.

After seeing so much desolation and ruin outside, everyone felt a sense of relief upon returning to the clean, vibrant villa area.

Seeing Cheng Yan and Dai Jie get out of the car, Uncle Li looked worried. "What happened? How did you get hurt?"

"Brother!" Dai Jia ran to Dai Jie's side, her eyes reddening. "Your injury?"

"I'm fine." Dai Jie shook his head. "I ran into a group of robbers on the way and got a little injured. I'll be fine after resting for a while."

"Robbers?" Jing Zhigao's expression changed, and he glanced towards the door. "Will they follow us?"

Everyone will suffer in the end.

One person wasn't the only one worried about this. "Yeah, if they find out there's such a place, should we pack our things and leave for a few days?"

“Don’t worry, the robbers are dead,” Qi Sixing explained. “Even if the rest of the people who didn’t come out of the camp come here, they won’t pose any threat.”

"That's good, that's good." Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.

Several people noticed the guns Song Jinhe and his group were carrying, and their expressions subtly changed, showing both fear and longing.

With guns in hand, you can't afford to offend them; they've already killed all the robbers.

Jing Zhigao looked at the weapons and felt a strong urge to get one. He thought how great it would be if he had a gun too, and he would definitely go out to find supplies.

"Sister Jinhe, you can use a gun too?" Jing Zhigao looked at Song Jinhe expectantly. "Could you teach me? I can protect this place in the future."

Are you planning to ask her for a hand next?
“No, bullets are limited, there’s no time for practice.” Song Jinhe refused without hesitation, “And it’s easy to accidentally hurt others.”

If you really want to protect this place, fighting a few more zombies would be just as good.

It's impossible to get supplies from her.

“Zhuang Ting and Jin He need to go out to find supplies, so they must bring guns. Let’s not cause trouble,” Uncle Li said. “Let them go back and get some rest first.”

The supplies were sorted out during the move by Song Jinhe and his team and carried directly into the villa. The rest was handed over to Uncle Li for management. The truck was parked in an open space not far from the gate, so that it could be driven away quickly in case of an emergency or used to block the gate.

After closing the door, Song Jinhe used her spatial ability to move everything from the yard into the second storage room.

"Jinhe, your eggs have hatched." After settling in, Zhang Yi couldn't wait to tell Song Jinhe the news.

"Really?"

“I was afraid of being discovered, so I moved to that empty room in the basement when I went out.”

Zhang Yi brought Song Jinhe downstairs, and two newly hatched chicks chirped in the cardboard box.

Before long, the chickens will lay eggs, and the eggs will hatch into more chickens, enabling them to achieve self-sufficiency in eggs and poultry.

Song Jinhe looked tenderly at the chicks in the cardboard box, and really wanted to eat fried chicken.

(End of this chapter)