bullyxtreme Chapter 681 Extra (3)
Chapter 681 Extra (3)
Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly, his heart fluttering for a moment.
But when she thought of the fat, bloated look of the White Wolf Base leader she had killed a few hours earlier, and then considered that all the dozen or so men in front of her had served him, she felt a little disgusted.
Moreover, although these men were good-looking, they had been kept in the basement for a long time and lacked a certain heroic spirit, which was not her type.
Forget it, medicine is a scarce resource these days, and it would be a loss if I accidentally caught a disease.
"I don't want to." Yan Zhen turned and left.
Xiao Long panicked and hurriedly chased after Yan Zhen, asking, "Why don't you want to?"
"do not like."
Xiao Long paused, then called out to Yan Zhen's retreating figure, "What about them?"
"Old rules."
An hour later, a convoy of more than twenty vehicles carrying supplies looted from the White Wolf base set off.
Yan Zhen started the car, with Xu Songfeng holding a gun in the passenger seat. Before setting off, she glanced out the window and saw Xiao Long herding the dozen or so handsome men into the trunk of one of the cars like sheep.
After a night's drive, the convoy returned to the Ark shelter the next morning.
Yan Zhen went back to sleep and woke up in the evening.
As she got up to wash up, Old Cat, the base's second-in-command, came in.
Old Cat is a man nearing fifty. Before the apocalypse, he was a leader of a state-owned enterprise. He was weak in combat but quick-witted and good at accounting. After joining Yan Zhen's team, he was responsible for logistics.
After Yan Zhen took over the Ark Refuge, he became the second-in-command, managing all sorts of miscellaneous matters at the base.
"Boss, a young man has come to our shelter and brought a lot of good stuff with him."
The Ark Shelter had a good reputation, and many people had sought refuge there in the past six months. Yan Zhen casually asked, "What good stuff?"
"Medications, including antibiotics, are all within their expiration dates."
Yan Zhen paused in washing her face.
In the sixth year of the apocalypse, most of the medicines have expired, and only the military, thousands of kilometers away, continues to produce them.
However, the medicines produced by the military are in short supply, and ordinary people like them simply cannot obtain them.
This person, who can use antibiotics within their expiration date as a stepping stone, is likely a member of the military.
Yan Zhen asked, "Have you questioned their background? Where did they come from?"
"He said he came from the north, but he said he would tell you the specifics after he met you."
Yan Zhen made a quick decision: "Please let him in."
Ten minutes later, Yan Zhen saw the young man.
The man was in his early twenties, tall and wearing a slightly worn camouflage uniform. His handsome features were typical of an Asian, but his beautifully shaped eyes were sea blue.
Upon meeting Yan Zhen, the man who had been sitting in the living room immediately stood up and stared intently at Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen frowned slightly as he was stared at by his eager gaze.
Whether it was her imagination or not, the man noticed her reaction and a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes. He quickly composed himself and introduced himself: "My name is Jing Chen. I'm from the capital and I'd like to join the Ark Shelter."
He then handed over a backpack.
Yan Zhen took it, opened the backpack and saw that it contained all kinds of medicines produced by the military, most of which were precious antibiotics, just as Lao Mao had said.
After inspecting the medicines, Yan Zhen asked, "Are you a member of the military?"
Jing Chen shook his head: "No."
"Where did these medicines come from?"
“It was traded with the military,” Jing Chen said. “I’m a bounty hunter. Six months ago, the military offered a reward for a scientist who was researching viruses and had gone missing on the southern island. If you could find him and escort him safely to the capital, you could exchange him for a batch of medicine or weapons. I accepted the reward, and this batch of medicine is the reward.”
Yan Zhen stared sharply at the man: "Just you alone?"
"Correct."
Yan Zhen quickly exchanged a glance with Lao Mao.
The old cat nodded slightly, indicating that although the bounty mission was difficult, it was not entirely impossible to complete.
Yan Zhen put down his backpack: "Why did you choose to seek refuge at the Ark Shelter?"
Jing paused for a moment and said, "I've heard that it's relatively fair here and that people seeking asylum aren't overly exploited."
Yan Zhen doubted his reasoning: "You were able to escort a scientist from the South Island to the capital all by yourself, why would you need someone to protect you?"
Putting aside the fact that Jing Chen has such combat power that he doesn't need the shelter at all, this batch of antibiotics is enough to buy enough supplies for one person to eat for ten years.
Wouldn't it be much better to take these supplies and find a secluded place where zombies can't reach, rather than coming to a chaotic shelter?
“Humans are social animals,” Jing Chen smiled. “I prefer lively places.”
Yan Zhen pondered for a few seconds and said to Lao Mao, "Register him and put him in the second-class area."
Old Cat responded and was about to leave with Jingchen when footsteps came from the stairwell.
Jing Chen turned around and saw a boy, about ten years old, rubbing his eyes and looking sleepy as he came downstairs. He then ignored the people in the living room and plopped down on the sofa.
Jing Chen's expression hardened.
Yan Zhen frowned when he saw Xu Songfeng's disheveled appearance: "Go brush your teeth."
Xu Songfeng remained motionless.
Yan Zhen grabbed Xu Songfeng by the ear and lifted him up, saying, "If you keep complaining about your toothache, I'll pry all your rotten teeth off."
Xu Songfeng cried out in pain, "What's it to you! What right do you have to tell me what to do!"
"You eat my food and use my things, so why should I care about you?" Yan Zhen slapped Xu Songfeng on the back of the head. "It's the apocalypse, so don't give me that rebellious phase act. If you don't listen, I'll send you to see your deadbeat father right now!"
Xu Songfeng: "..."
Seeing that Xu Songfeng was silent, Yan Zhen let go of him and kicked him in the butt: "Go brush your teeth and clean the chapped skin behind your ears."
Xu Songfeng stumbled forward after being kicked, then turned and glared angrily at Yan Zhen.
Seeing that Yan Zhen ignored him and instead turned around to rummage through his backpack for medicine, Xu Songfeng's eyes lit up. He secretly moved closer, intending to use his newly learned fighting skills to take Yan Zhen down.
But as soon as he got close to Yan Zhen, before he could even make a move, he felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes and his wrist was grabbed.
A sharp pain shot through his wrist, and Xu Songfeng immediately screamed in agony.
Yan Zhen turned around and saw Jing Chen gripping Xu Songfeng's wrist with a gloomy expression, while Xu Songfeng's wrist was almost bent at a 120-degree angle.
She frowned, remembering that Xu Songfeng's hand had been injured recently, and worried that he might break it.
Yan Zhen quickly stepped forward, pushed aside the mirror, and pulled Xu Songfeng over to check his hands.
Jing Chen was taken aback by her fiercely protective action and explained, "This kid tried to ambush you!"
“I know,” Yan Zhen said. “I know my own child well. He was just joking with me.”
"...Your own child?" Jing Chen looked incredulous. "He's your..."
“My son.” Yan Zhen patted Xu Songfeng’s head like he was patting a watermelon after confirming that Xu Songfeng was alright. “He’s a bit mischievous usually, but he doesn’t mean any harm.”
"Your son???" Jing Chen raised his voice, "He's your son???"
Yan Zhen paused, and together with Lao Mao and Xu Songfeng, they looked at Jing Chen.
Is it strange that she has a son?
Why is he shouting so loudly?
Xu Songfeng sensed subtle hostility from Jing Chen's frequent glances at him and Yan Zhen. He immediately grabbed Yan Zhen's arm and said, "Mom, who is this person? He's so fierce!"
Yan Zhen was also puzzled: "I don't know... What's wrong with me having a son?"
The second half of the sentence was said to Jing Chen.
Jing Chen's expression was a mixture of shock, sadness, disappointment, grief, and intense anger, leaving Yan Zhen completely bewildered.
Could this person be an old acquaintance of the original owner, Fang Ye?
For example, an ex-boyfriend or something...
But the ages don't match up. Fang Ye is 29 years old this year and 23 years old before the apocalypse. Jing Chen looks to be no more than 22 years old and was a minor before the apocalypse.
Yan Zhen doesn't have Fang Ye's memories, but Fang Ye wouldn't have dated an underage boy before the apocalypse.
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a little strange, Lao Mao put his arm around Jing Chen's shoulder and led him outside: "Come on, let me show you where you live."
Jing Chen was led out of Yan Zhen's detached house by Lao Mao. It took him a while to come to his senses. He asked Lao Mao with a mournful face, "Was that kid really the eldest son?"
“Yes, the child’s father died protecting them, and the eldest brother is very protective of him.” Old Cat asked tentatively, “Did you know the eldest brother before?”
Jing Chen remained silent for a while, then shook his head.
Old Cat wanted to ask something more, but Jing Chen refused to say anything and urged Old Cat to take him to his residence.
Old Cat had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and, while leading Jing Chen toward the second-class area, explained the rules of the shelter to him.
The shelters are divided into different levels based on individual contributions, and the living and food conditions vary. This system greatly encourages team members to collect more supplies and contribute to the base in exchange for better living conditions.
The first-class area is where the shelter management lives. Individuals or families are allocated a two- or three-story detached house with a total area of about 100 square meters.
The second-class area consists of single dormitories, with each person having a small room of 20 square meters and a private bathroom.
The third-class area consists of dormitories, with eight people per room, bunk beds, one bed per person, and a noisy environment.
The worst area is the fourth-class area, where you sleep on a large communal bed and the toilets are shared. You have to queue up every morning to brush your teeth and wash your face.
Old Cat led Jing Chen to the second-class area and said with a smile, "You were assigned to the second-class area as soon as you arrived, which means the boss thinks highly of you. Perform well, and the base will not treat capable people unfairly."
Jing Chen nodded: "Yes, I understand."