Chapter 341: Take It All!
The West Hill Base had turned ominous.
Beneath it lay thousands of corpses, thick with a stench of death, eerie and terrifying. If it werenāt for his combat suit and the sharp-nosed Hua Hua by his side, Zhang Yi wouldnāt have dared to venture down here.
Without delay, the group continued onward.
The West Hill Base housed a massive warehouse filled with food and other essential survival supplies. Following the mapās directions, Zhang Yi quickly found the warehouse at the end of the Second Life Pod.
The pathway was strewn with rubble, but Uncle You activated his Superhuman Energy, easily clearing the debris.
The warehouse door was firmly locked with a complex password system.
āLet me try!ā Uncle You stepped forward without hesitation, slamming his iron fist down hard.
Boom!!
A deafening crash reverberated through the underground space, yet the thick metal door let out only a grating creak instead of breaking. Uncle You withdrew his fist, revealing a dent three centimeters deep.
āOf course it wouldnāt be that easy to break into the warehouse,ā Zhang Yi commented with a smile.
āWhat now? We donāt have a key, and even Uncle You canāt break through. Weāre out of options,ā Fatty Xu said, looking to Zhang Yi for a solution.
āNo rushāthis is actually good news. It means the contents inside are still well-preserved!ā
He unhurriedly opened his Spatial Storage and pulled out a pile of tools, starting with a large metal canister, rubber tubing, and a nozzle-like device.
āA blowtorch!ā Uncle You immediately recognized it. This torch could reach thousands of degrees, perfect for cutting through thick metal.
Zhang Yi grinned. āIāve got loads of tools stashed in here!ā
This torch was something heād picked up from the warehouse earlier, though he hadnāt known when it might come in handy. Now he did!
Zhang Yi assembled the blowtorch, then handed it to Uncle You with a thumbs-up.
āItās up to you now, Uncle You!ā
Fatty Xu muttered, āBoss, I thought youād do it yourself!ā
Zhang Yi laughed, āIāve never done this kind of work beforeādonāt have the experience!ā
Uncle You, whoād worked as a security guard for years, was a pro at handling tools. Any time a resident needed help, they always turned to Uncle You first. Åļæ½
Grinning, he took the torch. āThis I can handle! Did some welding back in the day.ā
As he ignited the torch, Zhang Yi and Fatty Xu stepped back five or six paces.
A slender, blue flame shot from the nozzle, heating the metal door until the surrounding air grew stiflingly hot. It took a while, but Uncle You eventually managed to cut an opening large enough for an adult to crawl through.
The three entered the warehouse, their headlamps illuminating a jumble of items stacked in rows. It looked like the storage room of a massive supermarket, stocked with all kinds of goods.
Compared to the Wal-Mart warehouse Zhang Yi had emptied earlier, this place was a bit sparse. Most of the items here had been stored for emergencies or military needs and had been there for years.
Uncle You scanned the room, his eyes lighting up as he pointed to one corner. āZhang Yi, look over there! Something good!ā
Following Uncle Youās gaze, Zhang Yi saw a large blue tarp covering something, with a steel edge poking out from underneath.
āBuilding materials? Ah, these must be for repairing the West Hill Base!ā
Zhang Yiās eyes brightened. If they wanted to build a sturdy defense around Cloud Manor, these durable materials would be essential. Heād been wondering where to get supplies, and now he had a stash right here at West Hill Base!
The base, after all, had a vast underground network, and maintenance was a constant priority, so it made sense that repair materials were well-stocked.
The three of them pulled back the tarp, revealing an enormous stack of steel and concrete piled like a small mountain.
āThese are military-grade materials, perfect for constructing fortifications! Weāve got our defense materials sorted!ā Uncle You cheered.
āTake it all! Everything!ā Without a second thought, Zhang Yi stored the entire stockpile in his Spatial Storage.
As for the other items in the warehouse, there were too many to list, so he simply swept them all into Spatial Storage.
In a separate section, they found rooms dedicated to food storage, mostly cans and some high-quality provisions. These werenāt appealing to Zhang Yi, but since he was here, he might as well take them.
He turned to Uncle You and Fatty Xu with a grin. āIāve got more than enough food at home. You two can split the rest!ā
The food didnāt hold much value for him, but it was a nice favor to offer them.
For Uncle You and Fatty Xu, though, these provisions were priceless.
Hearing Zhang Yiās generosity, they exchanged uneasy glances.
āZhang Yi, you should keep most of it. You did the heavy lifting to capture the West Hill Base, and without you, we couldnāt have imagined victory here,ā Uncle You said earnestly.
Fatty Xu nodded. āBesides, thereās so much here, we couldnāt eat it all in twenty years! Boss, you keep it, and weāll come to you if we need some.ā
Zhang Yi chuckled. āI consider you both family; no need to stand on ceremony. If I have good things, Iāll always share them with you.ā
āBut youāre right that itās too much for you to carry around. Iāll hold onto it, and you can come find me anytime you need supplies.ā
The two were visibly touched.
With the food stored away, the entire West Hill Baseās years of supplies vanished in minutes.
It was ironic. Chen Xinian had gone to such lengths to get Zhang Yiās warehouse supplies, only to lose everything, including his own warehouse, to Zhang Yi. Karma indeed.
With the warehouse emptied, there was nothing left in West Hill Base of interest to Zhang Yiāexcept the First Life Pod.
However, that area was as secure as the Shelter, and Zhang Yi didnāt have a way to break in for now.
From what he knew, it was mainly Chen Xinianās private quarters, unlikely to contain valuable supplies. Even if it held a few secrets, it wasnāt worth Zhang Yiās time.
So the three quickly left West Hill Base.
Before leaving, Zhang Yi pulled out rubble to block the entrance.
āFatty, give it a final touch!ā
With a nod, Fatty Xu activated his Snow Burst ability. Pale blue light gathered in his hands, and the sound of wind and snow surged around them.
Rumble!
Snow from the mountainside cascaded down like an avalanche, sealing the tunnel up to a hundred meters deep.
Apart from Zhang Yi, it would be nearly impossible for anyone else to dig their way inside. Even though heād emptied the place, Zhang Yi didnāt want others scavenging behind him.
āAlright, time to go home!ā
He wasnāt planning to linger anyway. Not long ago, heād killed a Superhuman and some soldiers from the Chaoyu Base, and if reinforcements arrived, it could mean trouble.
Better to get out while he could and play it off if anyone asked questions.
The three piled into the Snow Vehicle, heading for Cloud Manor through the storm.
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Meanwhile, outside the Shelterā¦
Liang Yue had come as usual to train Zhang Yi in martial arts and collect her daily rations. Despite the two weeksā worth of food Zhang Yi had previously given her, it hadnāt lasted long once her ravenous students got hold of it.
During their time in West Hill Base, they had subsisted on protein solution, barely enough to survive, let alone feel full. The sudden abundance of food meant they could only think about eating their fill.
So now, Liang Yue was back to the daily responsibility of providing for their meals.
Apart from the ten-person ration she earned by teaching Zhang Yi, she also had to take the students to Lu River to fish through the ice.
Fishing wasnāt easy, as the fish had swum deep into the water to escape the cold, making every catch a taxing effort.
Today, however, Zhang Yi was away, so Zhou Keāer met her instead.
āZhang Yiās out on an errand with some others, and theyāll probably be back late. Maybe we should cancel todayās lesson, Liang Yue?ā Zhou Keāer suggested with a gentle smile.
But this warm expression made Liang Yue hesitate. Skipping Zhang Yiās training wasnāt a big deal, but if she didnāt take back food, her students would go hungry.
Author's Note