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Ms. Meichuan snorted and turned over as well, but her fat body squeezed and pushed Kashiwagi Miharu to the corner of the tent.
"Sister Meichuan, what are you doing? I'm being squeezed flat."
Ms. Mei Chuan remained silent, pretended to be asleep, and started snoring.
……
Early the next morning.
There are only five days left before the Red Fog virus fully breaks out.
After having breakfast, Chang Wei and his teammates left the hotel. Their mission for the day was to loot the shopping mall.
Food and drink are taken care of now.
We still need to collect a lot of daily necessities.
Zombie corpses are everywhere on the streets, and the hearses are too busy to keep up.
It was the height of summer in June.
The stench from the corpse left on the ground overnight was unbearable.
Chang Wei and his teammates put on masks, which made them feel a little better.
The military vehicle drove towards a nearby shopping mall, and along the way, more and more people could be seen pouring out of the residential area and frantically looting the shops on the street.
The city is in complete chaos right now.
Many communities are going without food all day long. Even though they know it's dangerous outside and they might get bitten by zombies, some people are still going all out.
Just then, a large truck loaded with grain drove by.
Chang Wei frowned slightly.
The back of the storage room was crammed with oil.
And it's not placed in a large jar.
Instead, they were arranged in buckets.
After all, strategic reserves are for preparing for natural and man-made disasters, and all materials have abandoned automated equipment.
Barrel packaging makes it easier for people to handle manually.
Chang Wei reached out and touched a barrel of diesel fuel, then put it into his spatial storage.
Each bucket has a capacity of 200 liters.
It weighs 344.
The diesel fuel needs to be moved slowly; it can only be collected one barrel at a time.
Chang Wei and Takashiro Saya are like hardworking little bees.
They kept carrying away barrels of oil.
Although it was hard work, seeing the fruitful results filled me with joy.
"Captain, it's time for lunch."
Yoko Okino prepared self-heating braised pork rice, and each person also received a bottle of energy drink; it's unclear whether it will replenish their energy.
But at least you can get some psychological comfort when you drink it.
Lunch can be solved in ten minutes.
Chang Wei lit a cigarette after dinner and continued working with Takashiro Saya.
I was busy until after 5 p.m.
Finally, all the diesel and gasoline were emptied, and a total of 600 barrels of fuel were harvested.
The total volume reached 12 liters!
So cool!
We'll never have to worry about fuel again.
"Chang Wei, there are still supplies in here."
Saya Takagi pushed open a door, pointed inside, and said.
Chang Wei hurriedly went inside. The room was chilly and the temperature was very low. Rows of shelves came into view, filled with various medicines.
It mainly consists of wound medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs.
"Why didn't I think of that?"
"Strategic reserves should definitely include medicines."
Dog Day Wo didn't send anyone to move these medicines because when facing zombies, injury is almost equivalent to death.
The medicine then loses its effectiveness.
But Chang Wei didn't mind. 397 Who says only zombies can hurt people? In the apocalypse, the threat between survivors is just as serious.
Sometimes they are even more brutal than zombies.
Knife and gunshot wounds occur frequently.
"Saya, give it your all and try to move all these medicines before dark."
"Ok!"
The two got busy again.
Since the quantity of medicine was less than that of salt and fuel, the two successfully moved all the medicine before dark.
"Today was very fruitful."
Let's wrap up early!
A great harvest meant great exhaustion, and Chang Wei wanted to go back and rest as soon as possible.
The military vehicles left the strategic reserve depot.
As they passed a children's goods store, Yoko Okino reminded her, "Captain, didn't we say yesterday that we were going to the children's store to pick up the tracker?"
Yes.
Installing tracking devices on stolen riot control vehicles might help catch the thieves.
Chang Wei did not intend to seek revenge.
Instead, they needed to retrieve the keys to the riot control vehicle.
Huang Quanyue Luna went into the store and looked around. After returning to her car, she took out a bunch of child tracking devices from the storage box.
They're all GPS trackers.
Once connected to a mobile phone, there are no distance limitations as long as the network connection remains constant.
Very practical.
139 tons of salt! Amazing!
The military vehicles set off again and soon arrived at the luxury hotel, stopping next to the riot control vehicles.
Chang Wei got off the bus.
Connect the tracker to Huang Quanyue Luna's phone and then install it under the car.
The main reason is that Chang Wei is usually too busy.
Whenever she goes out, she has to constantly search for supplies, while Huang Quanyue Luna is relatively free and can check her phone's location information at any time.
"Okay, let's go back and rest."
on the other hand.
Quan Riwo received a call from above. Just today, sixteen cities across the country have discovered infected individuals.
The same infections have been reported in 120 countries around the world.
He immediately realized that this was not a disaster in the ordinary sense, but an apocalyptic event.
It is completely uncontrollable.
"No, I have to get out of here right now!"
But then he started to have doubts. The possibility of a zombie turning into a zombie was uncertain; there was no specific target or exact time.
If you retreat with a large group of people.
There's always a chance someone in the group could turn into a zombie, especially at night. If they bite someone else, the rate of infection is unimaginable.
Dog Day Wo was caught in a dilemma.
Whether to evacuate or not, the outcome seems to be about the same—disastrous.
"I need to ask my superiors for instructions!"
Quan Riwo grabbed the phone and quickly dialed his superior's number.
It didn't take long.