Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space Chapter 882 882: Attacked From Both Sides ( 3 )

Once Richard and his squad departed, Xiao Qi faced Zhang Yuan and inquired, "Vice Captain, can they be trusted? Why did we give them the black crystals?"

Zhang Yuan grinned, giving his shoulder a pat. "The leader happens to be the son of the upcoming monarch from the Tsardom Kingdom. He's royalty. To them, a promise carries the weight of an imperial edict. He's trustworthy."

"Concerning the crystals we handed over, it's preferable to make allies rather than foes. Sharing the same aims, their survival proves beneficial for us."

Xiao Qi nodded in understanding, saying, "That explains it." Moments later, he questioned, "Wait, Vice Captain, how did you learn his identity?"

"Wen Hanli shared his profile with me prior to our mission aiding Lunar Base against the zombie cockroaches' assault," Zhang Yuan stated plainly.

Before Xiao Qi could probe further, Zhang Yuan clapped and announced, "Good, their assistance means we no longer need constant guarding here or venturing inside. Rest up for two hours, everyone, then divide into groups to scout the base's surroundings."

"Understood," the team members chorused together.

Meanwhile, up in the northern border region, an armored vehicle sat parked by the roadside close to a small market.

Sounds of combat echoed from within the mini market. The battle raged on for thirty minutes until silence finally fell.

Under the eerie red moonlight that lit up the chaotic hall, zombie bodies littered the floor. Some heads were bashed in by a heavy object, others charred black.

Gazing at the disordered hall, Shang Xixi declared, "Hanyu, this floor's no good for staying. I'll scout the second floor. You gather supplies first."

Wen Hanyu wiped sweat from his brow and nodded. "Stay cautious," he cautioned her.

"Got it."

As his girlfriend headed upstairs to inspect, he swiftly gathered the supplies. He avoided anything tainted by zombie blood or tissue, taking only items with pristine, sealed packaging.

Though mutants themselves, they could still consume regular food, unlike those mutants beyond the base. Luckily, stumbling upon this mini market yielded ample provisions to sustain them awhile.

Having secured all untainted goods, Wen Hanyu approached the room next to the counter. He leaned against the door, listening intently. Confirming no zombies lurked within, he smashed the lock using his steel bat and swung it open.

True to his suspicion, it served as a compact storeroom. Supplies inside were orderly piled in crates and bags.

Folks in the Thirteen Colonies favored bread and flour-based goods, making rice scarce. Spotting over 200 rice bags in the corner thrilled him.

Packaged in 5-kilogram vacuum-sealed bags, it amounted to 1,000 kilograms total—sufficient for him and his girlfriend over 3 to 4 years.

In addition to flour and rice, boxes of canned meats and fish appeared: tuna, salmon, beef, chicken, spam. Alongside meats, canned veggies too: green beans, corn, carrots, peas, black beans, lentils, chickpeas, pumpkin, tomatoes.

Inspecting expiry dates, some boasted 3-4 years, others just 1-2. Shelf life posed no issue, as his space preserved items exactly as stored.

Beyond meats, fish, veggies, cans of fruits, butter, and condensed milk filled the shelves.

Though merely half the hall's size, the room held plenty. Finishing up, his girlfriend's call rang out: "Hanyu, come see this."

He hurried up the stairs, calling, "What is it?"

Arriving on the second floor, astonishment hit him upon seeing a room brimming with goods. Unlike the edibles and water from downstairs and the hall, these were everyday essentials: women's hygiene items, baby products.

Eyeing the boxes, two large ones bore a well-known birth control label. The brand name revealed the contents. Glancing at his girlfriend, he coughed lightly and remarked, "My space has plenty of room remaining."

Missing his suggestive look, Shang Xixi agreed, "Let's grab it all then. City dwellers can no longer eat ordinary food, yet they require these. We can trade for rations when ours dwindle."

"Fine, I'll follow your lead."

Adjacent to this storeroom, another clearly served as the owner's quarters. It contained couches, a double bed, compact bathroom, cabinets aplenty, and a wardrobe.

Searching cabinets and wardrobe yielded clothes, cash, medicines, plus two firearms. Gun ownership was lawful in the Thirteen Colonies—with permits and registration, carrying was permitted anywhere.

Shang Xixi handed the guns to her boyfriend, stating, "Silencers on these. As a lightning-type mutant, I've no use for them. You hold onto them."

Wen Hanyu accepted without protest, stowing the guns in his space. Post-inspection, he secured the door, barricading it with wardrobe and couch.

Settling into a wooden chair, he queried, "Xixi, care to bathe first?"

Shang Xixi declined with a headshake. "Water's scarce, best to conserve. Plus, zombie blood on our attire conceals our smell. Safer for journeying."

Pausing after her words, eyes narrowing suspiciously, she probed, "Or do you find me stinky and repulsive?"