Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 62 Farewell
At Villa No. 2, supplies are still being moved and organized. Everyone except Dai Jie, who is unable to do it manually, is helping out.

“We have the capability to go out and search for supplies on our own, so why should we send some of our personnel out to support those people?” Zhao Huiyun said to Zhuang Ting.

“The current villa area has a water source and basic defenses. Uncle Li and the others are planning to dig and plant vegetables. How long will it take for us to do all this? We don’t have the skills for planting vegetables, carpentry, or repairs.” Zhuang Ting gave his reasoning: “Survival by sticking together and dividing the work.”

"The fog has lifted, and the weather is gradually improving. As long as we don't carry those burdens, we can reach the shelter." Zhao Huiyun frowned.

"You just said you heard on the radio that they're recruiting gifted individuals. Is the shelter less secure than this place?"

“You’re right.” Zhuang Ting nodded. “However, the shelter may not be as free and comfortable as here. Once we’re in the shelter, we can’t refuse to hand over our weapons and vehicles.”

"And most importantly, the broadcasts in the early stages of the apocalypse repeatedly mentioned the frequent geological movements in the mountainous areas surrounding Wu City, and the upstream dam breaching during heavy rains."
We can't be sure if the road is still passable. If something unexpected happens along the way, we might not even make it to the boundary marker of Lianyungang County alive. At least for now, this is a decent campsite.

Previously, Zhuang Ting didn't think that these survivors who had survived to this day by luck were of any use.

Their group wouldn't accept any burdens, especially after his nanny brought her husband and daughter to seek refuge, only to be refused, and then they even tried to seize his house.

When the idea of ​​everyone surviving together was first proposed, he thought he would agree first and then back out if it didn't work out.

I didn't expect this place to actually be getting better. I've worked with Song Jinhe and his team twice. I wouldn't say I trust them completely, but at least they're reliable and don't betray their teammates.

Only by cooperating with a team like this can we survive.

They had only encountered ordinary people before, so the two gifted individuals naturally had no reservations.

In this case, if their team had encountered such well-equipped and manned robbers alone, they might not have survived.

Zhao Huiyun didn't say anything, but she snorted inwardly. It hadn't been long, and everyone already trusted that woman so much. Who was the real teammate?

Ordinary people may barely survive in a shelter, but gifted individuals are different; the shelter has all the resources.

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Knock knock knock,

Song Jinhe knocked on the door for the third time and it opened. The light from the handheld lamp shone on Jiang Shi'an's loose clothes, and a slight dampness still lingered on his body.

"You're leaving tomorrow morning?" Song Jinhe looked up.

"Hmm." He lowered his eyes, his voice low.

"Is there anything we need to prepare? Supplies or something?" Song Jinhe asked softly.

"I'll take some from the storage room tomorrow." Jiang Shi'an pursed his lips. "You can sleep in a little longer. Feel free to come into any of these rooms, don't be shy."

Song Jinhe was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is the place you're going to very dangerous?"

"To prevent the leakage of virus samples and confidential documents, the underground laboratory area has initiated an emergency self-destruct procedure. The data is stored in another location, and there won't be many zombies left."

Jiang Shi'an looked at the soft light falling into her eyelashes and unconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it, but in the end he didn't lift his fingers, feeling that it would be too disrespectful.

"Okay, be careful then. I'm going back to rest now."

Song Jinhe wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. This feeling of going her separate ways made her feel a little depressed.

Imagine if Cheng Yan and Zhang Yi suddenly said they were leaving for a while, she would definitely feel the pain and worry of separation.

Back in her room, Song Jinhe lay on the bed and sighed softly, "Habits really are a terrible thing." The next day, Song Jinhe woke up as soon as it was light, and unable to fall back asleep, she simply got up and fed the chickens.

Zhang Yi came downstairs too, and seeing that she was about to clean the chicken coop, she quickly stopped her and took over.
"I'll take care of it. You've just gotten back and should rest more. I can handle these small things."

Compared to surviving under the clutches of robbers, staying safely in the rear to guard the home and handle logistics is already much easier.

Song Jinhe: "Cheng Yan can't leave the house during this time either, so I'll teach you how to use a gun."

Previously, there weren't enough guns, but now their team can have one gun for every member. They also amassed quite a lot of bullets through this smuggling operation; aside from the portion she took for Jiang Shi'an, there were still seventy or eighty rounds left.

“Okay!” Zhang Yi nodded happily.

She hasn't been idle these past few days while staying at home; she exercises in the yard every morning to improve her physical fitness.

Song Jinhe took a cup of hot soy milk from her spatial storage, went to the storage room, took out the cloth bag she had picked up yesterday with the words "100 million yuan in savings" printed on it, and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

The better supplies are all in her space; the storage room only contains ordinary instant food, rice, flour, and oil.

She found a thermos, filled it with soy milk, tightened the lid, and put it in a cloth bag. Then she took out two homemade lunch boxes from her storage space, put bamboo rice in them (she didn't take too much cooked food because she was afraid it would spoil easily), and the rest were compressed biscuits, eight-treasure porridge, self-heating canned food, bread, and the like.

The weapon was placed in another waterproof bag.

As Jiang Shi'an was about to drive away, Song Jinhe threw two bags into the car without saying a word and waved goodbye.

Jiang Shi'an's expression froze for a moment, then he chuckled, "Do you still have any of the harder steamed buns I made before?"

“???” Song Jinhe had three question marks on her head.

Don't like high-quality supplies? You want to make hidden weapons with steamed buns as hard as rocks?
That's what she was thinking, but with a wave of her hand, several oddly shaped steamed buns appeared in her bag.

Standing on the terrace, watching Jiang Shi'an's car leave the villa area through binoculars, I always felt that something was missing.

Song Jinhe stood there for a while before turning around and going downstairs.

She first gave Cheng Yan and Zhang Yi a brief explanation of how to use a pistol and how to load bullets. Then, she left Cheng Yan at home to rest and practice loading bullets, while she took Zhang Yi out to fight zombies.

When resources are limited, targets that can't be hit are useless; we need to go straight to actual combat.

When he went out, he ran into Qi Sixing, who insisted on learning shooting from Song Jinhe, so he went with him.

This was Zhang Yi's first time handling a real gun. At first, she definitely wouldn't be able to hit the head, but she'd get the hang of it after a few tries.

"There really is no secret." Song Jinhe looked helplessly at Qi Sixing, who had asked for the trick several times. "Just release the arrow when you feel it's right."

"I understand. Experts don't need to spend too much time aiming; they rely entirely on their rich experience."

Song Jinhe:
"By the way, Sister Jinhe, I've been wanting to ask, you didn't take that knife with you when you got on the bus, so why didn't we find those people?" Qi Sixing asked curiously.

"It's reasonable for there to be places to hide things in the car, right?" Song Jinhe said without changing her expression.

Qi Sixing thought about it and realized it was true. Their car was bulletproof, and the robbers said that ordinary people couldn't drive it.

That's really reasonable.

(End of this chapter)