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

Chapter 700 The Apocalypse (22)

Xiao Long asked, "Boss, what are you going to do?"

Yan Zhen pointed to a large supermarket building on the screen: "There are too many zombies in Xinghai City. Few survivors who entered this city in the past came out alive, so it is called the City of Corpses. Although the City of Corpses is terrifying, it has one advantage: there must be a lot of supplies that have not been looted here. How about we go in and make a fortune?"

In the sixth year of the apocalypse, apart from some special foods, most edible things had already expired.

But the clothes and shoes are still usable.

Thinking of the many children in the base who could only wear patched straw sandals, Yan Zhen felt it was necessary to take this risk.

The group looked at each other, their faces showing hesitation.

Seeing this, Jing Chen said, "I'll go with you. Let's scout ahead first and see how deep the waters are in Xinghai City. The rest of you stay here."

Yan Zhen nodded: "Okay."

Once they made up their minds, they immediately began to discuss their action plan.

Seeing this, Xiaolong immediately raised his hand: "Me too! Me too!"

Once someone takes the lead, others will respond: "Then I'll go too."

"Count me in. I'll go see if there's any wine. I'll bring two cases back as a birthday present for my dad."

After everyone responded, they all decided to go.

Yan Zhen clapped his hands: "Okay, let's divide half of the supplies we've gathered into equal portions. Once we get to the supermarket, we can choose whichever items we want to carry first."

When it came to dividing the spoils, everyone's fighting spirit was immediately aroused, and they were all eager to get their hands on the supplies and discuss which resources to prioritize.

Yan Zhen then launched the drone again, heading towards the target supermarket.

Upon arriving at the large building with its mottled exterior, the drone deftly flew in through a broken supermarket window and flew inside for half an hour, figuring out the general structure of the supermarket.

This is a three-story warehouse-style supermarket that has everything from food, daily necessities, clothing, books and stationery, home appliances, car accessories, and household goods, and most of the items are in good condition.

Similarly, there were quite a few zombies roaming inside.

After discussion, the team decided to split into four groups.

Jingchen acted alone, creating a commotion outside to lure most of the zombies out of the supermarket.

Old Chen, a technician skilled in repairs, led two team members, carrying repair tools, to the basement parking lot, where there were large trucks and forklifts. They were responsible for repairing the trucks to facilitate the transportation of goods.

Xiaolong is skilled at long-range sniping. She and two teammates are responsible for security. After Jingchen lured most of the zombies out, they closed the supermarket's exits and cleared out the remaining zombies inside.

The remaining five people, including Yan Zhen and Xu Songfeng, were responsible for packing the supplies.

With the action plan finalized, everyone began to prepare, loading bullets into their magazines and checking their combat uniforms, gloves, boots, and helmets to ensure that their skin would not be exposed when they ventured deep into the zombie city.

With everything in place, as soon as it got dark, Jingchen took the lead in action.

He moved with the agility of a cheetah, disappearing silently into the night.

Yan Zhen drove the SUV to a secluded spot and hid it. He then led the remaining team members to a high vantage point to observe the movements in the direction of the supermarket from a distance.

After nightfall, Xinghai City is like a thick, black ink blot, so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face.

But in the thick darkness, there were constant rustling sounds, the sounds of zombies walking shoulder to shoulder.

Half an hour later, a loud bang came from the direction of the twelve o'clock position in the supermarket.

The explosion was like cold water being poured into boiling oil, and the nearby zombies immediately became agitated, rushing towards the source of the explosion.

Wearing night vision goggles, Jing Chen sat on the awning of a window on the fourth floor of a high-end hotel, playing with a lighter in his hand, repeatedly lighting and extinguishing it.

Beneath his feet lay a long street teeming with zombies. Drawn by the faint light of the lighter and smelling the scent of a living person, the zombies rushed toward his location.

In an instant, the roars and howls were deafening. The zombies trampled each other, and soon a pile of corpses more than ten meters high was built under their feet. The zombie that climbed to the highest point looked like it could grab Jing Chen's foot if it jumped up just one more time.

Jing Chen then stood up and slowly took out a can of gasoline from his backpack.

He attached a pressurized sprinkler to the mouth of the gasoline can and sprayed the gasoline into the pile of corpses at his feet, just like watering flowers.

After pouring half a bucket of gasoline, Jing Chen lit a lighter and threw it into the pile of corpses. He then turned around gracefully, broke through the window, and entered the hotel room, demonstrating with his actions that "a true hero never looks back at an explosion."

Outside the hotel, the moment the lighter fell into the pile of corpses, the flames ignited the dozen or so zombies at the top with the force of a wildfire.

Zombies have no sense of pain, and they don't understand what's happening even when their bodies are on fire.

But the flames on their bodies aroused the other zombies, and in an instant, the other zombies took these dozen or so burning zombies as their targets and pounced on them like madmen, tearing them apart.

The burning zombies instinctively resisted and struggled, scattering in different directions with their bodies ablaze.

It fled and chased, and in no time, there were hardly any zombies left on the long street beneath its feet.

Jing Chen climbed to the top floor of the hotel as quickly as possible, carrying a sniper rifle and watching from afar the direction in which the burning zombies were fleeing.

As long as the burning zombie returns and attracts the other zombies back, he will quickly kill the burning zombie.

In less than fifteen minutes, 80% of the zombies near the supermarket were lured away.

Seeing that the time was right, Yan Zhen waved to his team members: "Let's go."

The operation went smoothly. The group sneaked into the supermarket without any major incidents. Old Chen took his men to repair the car, while Xiao Long led his men to block off several major entrances and exits of the supermarket, cleared out the zombies wandering inside, and then began looting the goods.

Yan Zhen instructed: "Everyone, take what you need first. Once you have enough, move on to the food that is still usable. Salt, sugar, honey, white rice, dried beans, peanut butter, and hard grains are not easy to expire. Pack everything that is still usable and move it to the pallet—be careful."

"Yes."

Everyone split up to find the items they needed.

Yan Zhen wasn't materialistic; she was content as long as she had enough to eat and wear. But considering Xu Songfeng was following behind her, she immediately took him to the children's area.

After dealing with the few remaining zombies wandering in the children's area, Yan Zhen dragged a shopping cart and began throwing various children's toys into it.

Various building blocks, puzzles, Ultraman toys, remote-controlled race cars (I don't know if they still work), model kits, comic books...

It was rare to find a supermarket with such well-preserved goods, and Yan Zhen, thinking that getting them was like making a profit, picked them up with lightning speed.

As Yan Zhen grabbed seven or eight boxes of Barbie dolls and tossed them into the shopping cart, Xu Songfeng couldn't help but tug at her, saying, "Mom, I'm twelve years old now, I haven't played with these toys in ages."

Yan Zhen paused, turned his head and glanced at Xu Songfeng.

As if only now realizing that her adopted son had grown into a young adult without her noticing, she flicked Xu Songfeng's helmet: "I had forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it."

When Yan Zhen made his move again, the toys he chose became skateboards, roller skates, telescopes, folding mountain bikes, Transformers, and remote-controlled airplanes.

Yan Zhen picked out two large shopping carts full of toys, enough for Xu Songfeng to play with for a while. He then stopped, packed the items up, put them on pallets, and headed into the food section.

There were many skeletal remains on the ground in the food area. Judging from the signs of a fight around them, they were survivors who had ventured in to find food, but they were unable to leave the city with any food.

Yan Zhen stepped over the skeletons and used his dagger to cut open the grains and beans on the shelf to check if they were still edible.

Upon seeing this, her surprise was comparable to when she first discovered the gasoline and bullets.

Warehouse supermarkets sell many items in bulk, without disassembling them. Most of the grains and beans on the shelves are vacuum-sealed and very well preserved.

Yan Zhen counted them: hard grains such as buckwheat, dried corn, wheat, and millet; soft grains such as barley and oat kernels; and legumes such as pinto beans, kidney beans, lentils, lima beans, red beans, chickpeas, and mung beans—all of them are edible.

Yan Zhen felt like a mouse that had suddenly become rich by jumping into a rice bin. She jumped down from the second shelf and led Xu Songfeng straight to the supermarket warehouse.

The quantity of goods on the shelves is limited; the real bulk is in the warehouse.

Pushing open the warehouse door and dealing with the two zombies that rushed towards him, Yan Zhen walked around inside and estimated that the warehouse contained more than 100,000 jin of grain.

Yan Zhen excitedly slapped Xu Songfeng on the back of the head: "Son, we're rich!"