Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 97 Reunion after a long absence

Jiang Shi'an raised her eyes, her bright gaze and smile reflected in her beautiful black pupils.

He paused slightly, his voice remaining cool and calm.
"The symptoms were similar. At the time, I was isolated in an independent laboratory. I drew my own blood, did the tests, recorded the data, analyzed the data, and then sent it out."

Song Jinhe stared blankly at his nonchalant expression for a moment.

Despite having such severe symptoms, she continued to work, using herself as a test subject, speaking casually as if nothing was special about it, showing how ruthless she was to herself.

"I'll keep watch tonight, you go and get some rest."

Song Jinhe rotated her aching arms a couple of times and insisted,
"We'll split into two shifts to guard this place. We've almost finished packing everything here. We'll reinforce the windows tomorrow, and then we should be able to leave."

Everyone needs to rest right now, so how can she put all the pressure of keeping watch on her companions, especially since he is the strongest fighter in the team?

"I still prefer the second half of the night." Jiang Shi'an lowered his delicate eyes.
"Okay, I'll call you then."

Song Jinhe smiled, a few stray hairs falling beside her ears fluttering gently in the night breeze.
As I brushed my fingers across his porcelain-white skin, the light and soft touch carried a faint scent of herbs and wood, bringing a ticklish sensation.

It travels upwards from between the fingers, finally settling into the darkness beneath the eyes.

Jiang Shi'an twitched his fingers slightly and walked towards the bedroom.

Song Jinhe closed the window, dimmed the light, and made herself a cup of coffee, without adding sugar to stay awake.

Then, she opened the tablet that Jiang Shi'an had left for her.

Although there's no internet or games, I can still listen to music with Bluetooth headphones.

She doesn't need to rely on her hearing to keep watch.

Jiang Shi'an gave her all the permissions; she could view experimental data and files if she could understand them.

The first floor was quiet. Fearing something might have happened, Song Jinhe used her innate ability to check. The person was sleeping soundly and seemed to be fine.

At three in the morning, Song Jinhe was about to put her things back into her spatial storage when she saw a message on her tablet, which came from the internal system.

She consciously didn't look at it, but instead washed the coffee cup, went into the bedroom to switch shifts with Jiang Shi'an, and told him about it.

"It's okay if you see it."

In the dim light, his long, slender fingers slowly and methodically buttoned up the top few buttons of his clothes, his thin lips curving into a slight smile.

She has all the permissions; there's nothing she can't see.

Song Jinhe's eyes were drooping. She put down her things, lifted the covers, and went to sleep, not caring which way she was.

Jiang Shi'an turned his head to look at the person buried in the pillow, and picked up the tablet.

It was obvious that the information belonged to Gu Huai without even looking at it.

Only Gu Huai knew that he had left the experimental area alive.

When are you and your sister-in-law arriving in Los Angeles? There were really bad winds and acid rain here recently; the helicopters couldn't be used.

This news came a few days ago; it seems the existing facilities are becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

He replied, "Not necessarily, you can't get through Yuecheng."

Then he walked out of the bedroom and gently closed the door.

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The next day, Song Jinhe woke up at eight o'clock in the morning.

The sun was already quite bright outside, and the aroma of food wafted from the dining table.

Qi Sixing's symptoms haven't subsided yet, so he's lying in bed calling out to me, and of course he can't get down to cook.

"I'll go and bring him some food first." Song Jinhe casually tied up her hair and prepared to get a bowl to serve porridge.

"I'll go." Jiang Shi'an took the work from her.

Upstairs, Qi Sixing looked listlessly at the bowl placed beside the bed. For some reason, he felt that Brother Jiang's gaze earlier was casual, like feeding a dog.

Why is he acting differently when Jinhe is around? What happened to the chosen one? We haven't seen any talent from him, and he's almost finished.

Given Qi Sixing's current state, only Song Jinhe and Jiang Shi'an can handle the matter of reforming him.

The windows of these two RVs are made of tempered glass, and they have added a wire mesh that can be lowered when needed.

A steel plate was added behind the door. We found all the tools yesterday, but we didn't finish the job until 2 p.m.

They've practically become crafting experts in the apocalypse.

Having finished my work, it was time to leave.
The two cars had just driven off the highway when Song Jinhe saw a car covered in mud, with its rear windshield gone and doors teetering on the edge, driving towards them in her rearview mirror.

It rattled and clattered all the way, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

How can someone who can drive a car like that not be considered talented?

She loaded her pistol and waited for the other party to come over. Although there were only a few bullets, it was enough to intimidate them.

The two cars behind them stopped, but no one got out; they were also wary of them.

"Brother Zhuang, the entire service area has been cleared out so thoroughly. The other party had a campervan and a jeep. I guess they don't have any supplies left."

Dai Jie's chapped lips twitched; they were running low on water, and without further supplies, they wouldn't be able to continue.

"Why don't we go over and talk to them?"

The reason I didn't try to steal it was because the other person could drive such a nice car, so they must be quite capable and have a lot of people with them.

There were only three of them, and they were exhausted. They went to fight with their heads down.

"This is the only way," Zhuang Ting said.

He's a gifted individual after all; he can clear a path for the other party and exchange some supplies.

Zhuang Ting got out of the car with an unloaded pistol in his hand. To show his sincerity, he raised his hand and slowly approached.

At that moment, the person who got out of the jeep stunned him.

"Jinhe!"

Song Jinhe looked at him with surprise. After being apart for many days, everyone had thought that the worst outcome would be that they would never see each other again.

It's lucky that we were able to meet again.

Zhang Yi opened the swaying car door, rushed to Song Jinhe, and gave her a hug. "I've finally found you all."

Song Jinhe sighed, "There are only three of us, and we didn't run into Cheng Yan and the others."

"Who is the other person?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Qi Sixing, his fever hasn't gone down in the RV."

Upon hearing the news about Qi Sixing, Zhuang Ting breathed a sigh of relief. Song Jinhe distributed some of the supplies they had found yesterday to them so they could rest.

"It's a miracle that your car even made it this far."

"Don't even mention it, our journey was absolutely miserable. We encountered two hordes of zombies, as well as survivors from Wucheng. Those people were like madmen, stopping our car and demanding supplies."

“You’re here just in time. How about we move the stuff to the jeep and switch to another car?” Song Jinhe said.

With manpower available, tasks like keeping watch and driving became much easier.

Of course, Zhuang Ting wouldn't choose a beat-up car over a good one; he and Dai Jie moved the supplies over in just a few minutes.

"I'm a gifted individual now! My strength and physique are three or four times what they used to be!" Zhang Yi said happily to Song Jinhe.

"That's great." Song Jinhe chuckled. "Would you like to get in the car and rest for a bit?"

"No, thank you." Zhang Yi pointed to the car behind her. "I'll sit here. It's my turn to drive."

After resting and repairing, they set off again, still with two vehicles but with more people.