Chapter 89: The Warehouse District
Zhang Yi glanced at Zhou Ke'er and smiled. "Yes."
He took a bite of the noodles. Zhou Ke'er's cooking was average, but noodles are relatively simple to make, so they were decent enough.
"I found it while I was out. It's a sniper rifle," Zhang Yi said casually.
Zhou Ke'er's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitent. "A sniper rifle? Do you know how to use it?"
"Not only do I know how to use it, but I'm also very good at it," Zhang Yi boasted. "Last night, I took down seven people with seven bullets."
n love showing off their trophies to won, and Zhang Yi was no exception. He felt proud and wanted to impress Zhou Ke'er.
Zhou Ke'er looked at Zhang Yi with admiration. Being with such a capable man gave her a stronger sense of security.
"Zhang Yi, you're amazing!" she exclaid, resting her chin in her hands and gazing at him with admiration.
Zhang Yi chuckled, "Aren't you curious about how I know how to use a sniper rifle?"
Zhou Ke'er shook her head. "What does it matter to ? Even if you were a murderer or a psychopath in the past, I'm sticking with you now. It's better than dying out there, right?"
Zhang Yi nodded, "You're smart, unlike so foolish won who always ask too many questions."
...
In Building 26, the Tianhe Gang discovered the bodies of Huang Wei and his n in the morning.
Huang Tianfang had felt sothing was wrong when he heard the gunshots last night but didn't dare check until morning. Seeing the ten corpses piled outside, he was filled with rage, but his fear was ten tis greater.
The Tianhe Gang was now down to nine people, significantly weakening their combat power. Even if they forced the remaining residents to join, it wouldn't compensate for the loss of skilled workers. If a fight broke out with another building, they'd be at a severe disadvantage.
"They have guns, not just any guns, but possibly rifles or sniper rifles," Huang Tianfang said gravely. "The shots last night were dense, which ans they have plenty of ammunition. This opponent is not to be underestimated."
His n were equally terrified.
"Boss, what do we do now? Big Wei and the others are dead. We’ve lost half our people. Do we still fight?"
Huang Tianfang looked viciously towards Building 25. "Fight my ass! They have guns. What do we fight with?"
His n grew anxious. "But if we don’t rob his supplies and snowmobile, we won't have enough food to last a few days!"
After a mont of silence, Huang Tianfang said, "Tonight, we’ll go and retrieve Big Wei’s body."
His n exchanged uneasy glances. They had been through thick and thin together, and now they had to… They felt a pang of sorrow but remained silent. Survival took precedence over everything else.
...
After Zhang Yi and Zhou Ke'er finished eating, Zhang Yi stood up. "I'm heading out."
Zhou Ke'er quickly stuffed a bag of chips into her pocket. Zhang Yi didn't say anything but, this ti, he didn't put away the two boxes of food in the kitchen. After living together for a while, he trusted Zhou Ke'er's intelligence. She wouldn’t betray him unless a better opportunity presented itself.
Zhang Yi went downstairs. The guards on duty straightened up imdiately upon seeing him.
"Brother Zhang, are you going out?"
Zhang Yi nodded, "Keep up the good work!"
He climbed out of the west wing window, then pretended to go to the garage. Soon, he rode his snowmobile out of the neighborhood.
Many eyes watched him from behind windows, their gazes filled with complex emotions—excitent, envy, and anger.
In Building 21, the self-proclaid Tianlang Gang, composed of young n in their twenties, watched Zhang Yi leave.
Tianlang Gang leader Wang Qiang, holding a bloodstained machete, frowned. "Where does he hide his snowmobile?"
Last night, he had sent people to steal Zhang Yi's snowmobile.
His second-in-command, Xiao Lu, replied, "Our neighborhood is quite large, and he's hidden it well. It's hard to find."
Wang Qiang scoffed, "We must get that snowmobile no matter what! With it, we can search for supplies and expand our gang."
Xiao Lu nodded, "Indeed. Heroes rise in troubled tis. This era is our opportunity!"
He looked in the direction Zhang Yi had gone, his eyes bloodshot. "But first, let’s find so cigarettes. I haven’t smoked in half a month; I’m going crazy!"
Elsewhere, leaders of other units discussed Zhang Yi. To them, Zhang Yi was both a threat and an opportunity. He had guns, including high-powered rifles, but also a snowmobile for fetching supplies. So wanted to fight him, others to cooperate, but one thing was certain—they would soon confront him.
...
Zhang Yi first checked nearby supermarkets but found they were all buried under snow. Even the small ones were completely covered.
"It seems the entire city is off-limits for food unless the snow lts. Only large supermarkets and warehouses are viable options."
Zhang Yi thought of the place where he used to work.
In the southwest direction of the Economic Developnt Zone, there was a large area of warehouses built by various companies due to cheap land prices.
Zhang Yi had already looted the Walmart warehouse, but other companies’ goods—dical supplies, food, cars, toys—were still there.
"Let’s take a look. Maybe there’s sothing useful."
He decided and headed towards the warehouse district.
The warehouse was about ten kiloters away, so he arrived in under twenty minutes. The area was vast, with tall factory buildings that hadn’t accumulated too much snow.
As Zhang Yi approached, he could still see so rooftops.
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