71: The abacus makes a clacking sound!
“There’s no use in you going,” Bai Wanning said calmly. “Zhou Jinchuan is still hiding in the city. If you touch his supplies, he will never let you off. By then, not a single one of your brothers will be safe.”
Xie Yi’s expression faltered, clearly moved by her words, but he remained uneasy: “Then we’ll hide outside and wait for you. If anything happens, fire three shots into the sky, and we’ll go in and save you immediately.”
After speaking, he pulled out a small, black pistol from hisin my arms and handed it to Bai Wanning. “Cousin… Boss… there’s really no need to risk everything for these few supplies.”
Bai Wanning took the gun, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips. “Of course I know that, but I also never do anything I’m not confident about.”
Her preparations had already begun quietly.
She had traded skincare products for an invisibility talisman from a fairy shaman, and a few jade ornaments for several miniature bombs, all stored in her space pocket, ready for use at any time.
After the plan was set, Bai Wanning quietly snuck into the truck loaded with weapons and supplies. She didn’t rush to act, but simply hid silently inside, because she knew that the people in the warehouse would first count the supplies, then distribute the remaining goods.
As for whether those people would release the supplies as promised? She had no hope, nor did she need their cooperation.
On the other side, Xie Yi set off with his subordinates.
He chose a path that had not yet been completely submerged, detouring to the area where the factory was located.
As soon as he arrived at his destination, he saw dozens of zombies lingering there. His heart tightened, but he gritted his teeth and did not retreat. Following Bai Wanning’s instructions, he drove the truck into the horde.
The truck crashed through like a beast, the zombies’ heads crushed and burst by the tires, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
Rotten blood splattered on the windshield, and a strong stench assailed their nostrils.
Xie Yi suppressed his urge to vomit, his face ashen, his lips tightly pressed. Xiao Wu, beside him, finally couldn’t take it anymore, opened the car window, and vomited violently.
The front windshield of the truck was covered in rotten flesh and fragmented limbs, with several eyeballs rolling amidst mucus, a terrifying sight.
“Boss Xie, you’re finally here. We all thought you wouldn’t come today.” The warehouse guard heard the sound of the wheels, broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly appeared to greet him.
Seeing Xie Yi had thoroughly cleared the monsters on the road, he approached with a fawning smile.
“Open the door.” Xie Yi’s tone was cold, without pleasantries, not even giving him an extra glance.
His gaze fell on the “big boss” who had been standing at the warehouse entrance the whole time, never offering to help.
That man had been observing from the sidelines the entire time, never lifting a finger.
Only after everything was cleaned up and the zombies dealt with did he slowly walk out, as if waiting for an opportunity to reap the benefits.
A chill ran through Xie Yi’s heart.
He used to think this big boss, though arrogant, had some capability, but now he saw his true colors—this man had no intention of exerting himself, and might even be waiting for them to die at the hands of the zombies, so he could claim the truck and all the supplies for himself.
By then, they wouldn’t even get a single gun barrel.
The more Xie Yi thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
He swept his gaze with his peripheral vision and saw that the security guards in the warehouse all had grim expressions, their eyes full of wariness and calculation.
His heart tightened, and he instinctively exchanged glances with Xiao Wu. Both saw vigilance in the other’s eyes.
They would never willingly hand over the supplies.
Sure enough, the old general put on an official air, saying in a relatively polite tone: “Boss Xie, counting weapons and inventory is something we should do. You all wait outside, to avoid too many people coming in and out and disrupting order.”
Xie Yi’s lips twitched slightly.
If it were before, he would have rushed over and fought these bastards to the death, but now, he held back.
Because he knew he had no chance of winning.
Thirty-odd well-trained gunmen against his few hungry, scarred brothers—they would simply be throwing their lives away.
So he forced a smile and nodded, saying, “Alright, Boss, then I’ll trouble you. Take your time.”
With that, he pulled the ashen-faced Xiao Wu out of the warehouse, leaving behind a floor of calculating gazes.
“Brother, these bastards…”
“Xiao Wu, shut up!” Xie Yi roared in a low voice. “Do you think I want to endure this? Besides enduring, is there any other way?”
Xiao Wu gritted his teeth and fell silent.
Xie Yi suppressed his anger and looked around.
The place where they were was littered with corpses, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.
Xie Yi’s stomach churned, but he could only force himself to stand. He knew that if they took another step closer to the warehouse, those people would show no mercy.
He could only gamble on Bai Wanning succeeding.
But he also knew in his heart that no matter how capable this woman was, she was only one person. To escape safely from over thirty gun muzzles and take away supplies? It was almost impossible.
But he had no choice.
Meanwhile, inside the warehouse.
“Boss, are you really not going to give Xie Yi any supplies?” A subordinate guarding the door asked in a low voice.
Old Shen snorted, spitting. “Give? Why should I give? In these times, supplies are life. We thirty grown men are relying on this batch of goods for all our food and drink. If we give it away, what will we eat? Nothing?”
“Do you really think Zhou Jinchuan will remember our kindness? Don’t be naive. Even if we hand over the weapons, he’ll just throw us a few cans and some water, like shooing away beggars, and tell us to get lost.” Old Shen’s tone was full of contempt and resentment.
“In this world now, you can’t rely on anyone but yourself.” He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes grim. “Instead of giving it away, we should take this stuff ourselves and trade it for food, water, and batteries. Anyway, the city will be in chaos sooner or later, and supplies are more precious than life.”
“What about Xie Yi?” A capable assistant nearby asked with a frown. “Aren’t we dealing with him?”
“When did I say I wasn’t dealing with him?” Old Shen sneered. “Just let them wait outside. Once tonight passes, and it gets dark, those ‘things’ will naturally come knocking. Then we won’t even need to lift a finger.”
“When he dies, we’ll just say he left without waiting for us to distribute the goods and was targeted by ghouls. How simple is that?”