Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 683 Extra (5)

After clearing the zombies around the villa, Yan Zhen left some people to guard outside, while the rest followed her into the basement to check the supplies.

The owner of this huge villa, which was incredibly valuable before the apocalypse, clearly knew some inside information before the outbreak of the apocalypse and stockpiled a lot of supplies in the villa, which was almost built into a fortress.

To ensure the safety of the supplies, the villa owner sealed the entrance to the basement with cement, which is why the supplies have been preserved to this day.

But even the strongest fortress cannot stop the greed of human nature; the ground floor of the villa has been blown into ruins.

The team searching for supplies accidentally blew open the entrance to the basement while trying to avoid zombies, and that's how they discovered the supplies.

After Yan Zhen inspected the container, he found that the gasoline and gas were stored in sealed metal containers, each weighing over 120 kilograms, and there were more than 600 such containers.

This trip was worthwhile.

Yan Zhen began organizing the team to move things, and bottles of gasoline and gas were carried out one after another.

Due to the weight and volume limitations, the team members could only carry one bottle at a time, but Jingchen could carry two bottles at a time.

Yan Zhen watched as he carried a bottle on each shoulder as easily as if he were carrying water jugs, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn to him.

Xiaolong, carrying a bottle of gas, passed by Yanzhen. Seeing Yanzhen staring at Jingchen's back, she said breathlessly, "Boss, this newbie is great. He's good at killing zombies, and he's also a super strong porter. One of him is as good as the three of us."

Yan Zhen frowned even more deeply upon hearing this.

While the team members were busy moving the spoils of war, Yan Zhen wandered around the basement.

Based on her six years of experience surviving the apocalypse, she had a gut feeling that something was amiss in this basement.

Since the villa owner foresaw the apocalypse and sealed off supplies, it's highly likely that what he stored wasn't just gas and gasoline.

Yan Zhen took off his gloves and tapped on the basement wall to see if there was any hidden compartment.

This tapping revealed a clue – a corner of the basement was clearly empty.

Yan Zhen immediately ordered the team members skilled in pinpoint demolition to blow up that corner.

With a small explosion, smoke and dust billowed up. Yan Zhen moved aside the shattered cement blocks, revealing another basement below.

She walked in with a flashlight and was greeted by an armory full of weapons.

Yan Zhen: "!!!"

Get rich! ! !

It took five hours, with team members taking turns, to finally load all the gas, gasoline, and tens of thousands of guns and bullets from the armory onto the vehicle.

As dawn broke, the convoy left the city.

The trucks arrived empty, but returned with more than ten trucks fully loaded. If this had happened in the past when they went out to find supplies, everyone would have been both happy and apprehensive.

I was happy to find so many supplies, but I was also worried that I might be targeted by robbers on the way back.

But this time was different. They found two trunks full of firearms, enough to allow them to roam freely within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

On the way back, everyone was quite relaxed.

The convoy traveled for most of the day, and around noon, it passed a bridge that had been half-destroyed, revealing its jagged steel and concrete structure.

Abandoned cars lay scattered haphazardly across the bridge, and through the shattered windows, one could see the skeletal remains of humans inside.

Compared to the tragic scene on the bridge, the view below was completely different.

The river shimmered beneath the bridge, its waters clean and clear, with colorful wildflowers blooming on both banks, swaying gently in the warm midday sun and breeze.

The peace and tranquility were unlike anything seen in the chaotic end times.

Yan Zhen hadn't seen such scenery in a long time, and she subconsciously slowed down the car.

Forced into hiding in bases by zombies, humans became nocturnal and lived in constant fear. With two-thirds of humanity perishing in the apocalypse, human activity was drastically reduced, and the environment, free from pollution, became vibrant with life.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zhen was momentarily dazed.

What has made humanity so miserable is the zombie virus.

But for this planet, aren't humans the virus?

Jing Chen, who had been dozing with his arms crossed and eyes closed, noticed the car slowing down and opened his eyes to look at Yan Zhen.

Following Yan Zhen's gaze to the scenery below the bridge, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhen looked away: "It's nothing."

The convoy returned to base in the evening, their return laden with cargo bringing immense joy to the base.

Yan Zhen was also very happy. He waved his hand and ordered the kitchen to slaughter two sheep so that they could have a celebration banquet with roasted whole lamb that night.

The celebration banquet was held in the courtyard of Yan Zhen's detached house. Although only more than 20 people went on the mission, family members could bring their families to the celebration banquet, so there were 40 or 50 people who came to attend the banquet in the evening.

Old Cat was beaming with joy after taking stock of the supplies. He brought out his homemade fruit wine to celebrate the victory. Yan Zhen was persuaded by his teammates to drink a few more cups, and his head soon became dizzy.

But she was used to being vigilant, so she didn't ignore the occasional glances that Jing Chen cast at her from beside her.

When Yan Zhen turned her head for what felt like the umpteenth time and met Jing Chen's gaze, who was staring straight at her, she beckoned to him with her finger.

Jing Chen immediately leaned closer: "Boss?"

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Yan Zhen asked. "Do you want something, or do you want me to do something for you?"

Jing Chen: "...No."

"Then why are you staring at me like that?"

Before Jing Chen could answer, Xiao Long, who was drunk on the other side, hooked his arm around Yan Zhen's shoulder and said in a thick tongue, "Maybe he was attracted by your good looks, boss."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She tore off the little dragon's claws that were clinging to her neck and said disdainfully, "Get out of here."

After saying that, he continued to look at Jing Chen: "Hmm?"

Jing Chen looked away, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip: "Really not."

“Anyone who doesn’t tell the truth will be treated as a liar.” Yan Zhen pretended to be serious. “The most important thing to become a core member that I can trust is to be honest.”

Jing Chen's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Yan Zhen met his gaze and was waiting for him to speak when suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder, followed by a lit cigarette being brought to her lips.

The original owner was a heavy smoker. After Yan Zhen came to this world, he inevitably developed a smoking addiction. Although he quit smoking in the past few years in the apocalypse, he still craves the smell of cigarettes.

Her attention was immediately drawn to the cigarette, and her gaze shifted to the other side—holding the cigarette was a slender, fair hand with pink knuckles.

Following the hand that had never lifted a finger, she saw a man in a clean white shirt with delicate features. He was kneeling beside her, his peach blossom eyes gazing at her with affection, his expression blatantly seductive and ingratiating.

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

"You've worked hard, boss." The man brought a cigarette to Yan Zhen's lips and said with a smile, "Want a puff?"

Yan Zhen acted faster than she thought, opening her mouth to snatch the cigarette, taking two deep drags before remembering that this man was the pretty boy she had brought back from the White Wolf base.