Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies-Chapter 160 - The Rain Stopped

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 The Rain Stopped

Jiang Yan had just crawled out of the “dog hole” she created with a heavy machine gun and a fire axe when Ye Qing’s figure appeared not far from the entrance of Warehouse No.1.

He held a submachine gun tightly in his hand, his eyes full of vigilance as he swept his gaze around.

When he saw the rows of glass boxes filled with formalin and corpses, his pupils contracted noticeably.

However, unlike Jiang Yan, who reacted with a reflexive jump away, he drew closer, furrowing his brows as he carefully observed one of the male bodies.

“Ye Qing,” Jiang Yan called out proactively, then quickly walked outside.

The exaggerated protective gas mask previously on her face had been taken off and tossed back into Space, replaced by the dusty mask she had worn before.

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Ye Qing had clearly seen her, “Jiang Yan!”

“Are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?” he asked, concern barely perceptible in the depth of his eyes as he observed the bloodstains and dust covering Jiang Yan.

“I’m fine. Let’s talk outside,” she shook her head and, holding her gun, gestured outside.

The scene in this room was not only eerie and terrifying, but the smell was also quite foul.

Even a brief conversation was enough to leave a tingling sensation in one’s throat.

Ye Qing glanced behind her and saw nothing but a dark room, “Did you check inside? Didn’t find anything unusual, did you?”

“No, it’s just an empty room. The supplies warehouse of the opposition isn’t here,” Jiang Yan shook her head, casually.

Logically speaking, the items collected by Zhao Nianzu’s group from various districts included not only the carefully selected survivors but also supplies.

Such as food, water, jewelry submitted by individuals, and those large-sized mutated leeches, among other things.

But these items were clearly not stored in the warehouse they had just left.

This could only mean they had another separate warehouse.

In the middle of their conversation, the two had already reached the entrance to Warehouse No.1.

Ye Qing “oh”ed, glanced at the rain outside, then at the submachine gun in Jiang Yan’s hands, swallowed, and said,

“Jiang Yan, those people on the rooftop, you killed them all, didn’t you?”

He had encountered hardly any guards on his way up.

Instead, he found a bunch of corpses strewn haphazardly in the leaking rooftop hall.

And there were quite a few.

However, there were no weapons on the corpses.

Seeing only a submachine gun on Jiang Yan, he did not press for more details.

Besides, the fireball from before was clearly caused by an explosion of explosives.

But the question of how to blow up a bunch of people about ten meters away from the wall in mid-air was also non-trivial.

Even with Jiang Yan’s sharpshooting skills, it was impossible to do alone.

Or to put it another way, even with Sun Jingtao and the others, it would be impossible without some kind of external aid or equipment.

“Not really, it seems like they had a falling out while negotiating, which led to a firefight. I just reaped the benefits. When I jumped down from the ceiling, most of them were already dead or injured. As for that explosion, it happened in a weird way, like a bunch of them had explosives strapped to their bodies,” Jiang Yan said with a puzzled shake of her head.

She couldn’t possibly mention the powerful Cannibal Flower that helped her, so she chose to lie—and was quite vague about it.

Moreover, she didn’t mention the old man with white hair, Mo Shiyao, Zhao Nianzu, and the others at all.

This clearly wasn’t the time to talk about them.

And there was no need for her to elaborate on their nighttime discussions.

After all, Ye Qing and the others had clearly seen the helicopters land and take off.

“Let’s check the floor above; maybe the supply store is up there,” Jiang Yan said and turned to ascend the spiral staircase.

Ye Qing followed quickly, uttering a “hm.”

“By the way, Jiang Yan, did you see those who left on the helicopter just now? They seemed to head in different directions.”

“No,” Jiang Yan replied and quickly changed the subject, “How are Sun Jingtao and the others doing?”

Ye Qing shared everything they had witnessed along the way with her.

After telling his account, he analyzed, “They seem to be conducting some strange experiments. This group definitely has backings or support from other forces; they couldn’t achieve this scale on their own.”

This force and backing should be more than just Xue Miaomiao.

“Maybe so,” Jiang Yan ambiguously agreed, wiping rainwater from her face.

The two had reached the floor above.

Despite their casual chatter, their vigilance didn’t diminish at all.

Pointing their guns in all directions, they soon realized that the place was just an empty steel frame structure.

The steel-plated floor was scattered with bits of trash and the imprints of large boxes that had been removed.

It seemed like the supply store.

Only, the supplies had already been moved.

The two exchanged a silent gaze and sighed without a word.

“Let’s go downstairs and meet up with Sun Jingtao and the others.”

“Okay.”

They turned and descended, one after the other.

To Ye Qing, though they hadn’t found the supplies, at least the villains had been wiped out. Shallow Bay could look forward to some peaceful days ahead—at least for a while.

Speaking of Shallow Bay, he suddenly remembered something, “By the way, Jiang Yan, did you see Ma Longbiao and that Scarred Man with him?”

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He had briefly looked over the bodies in the hall but hadn’t spotted Ma Longbiao.

The man was short, very overweight, and dark-skinned, making him quite recognizable.

The same went for the Scarred Man.

But obviously, they weren’t among those dead.

If those two had escaped, then it would mean they hadn’t successfully eradicated the bandits.

“Ma Longbiao… probably died during the firefight. As for Scar-faced, I didn’t see him; he might not be around,” Jiang Yan narrowed her eyes as if trying to recall, then explained.

After she finished, she raised the tactical flashlight on her submachine gun to briefly illuminate the rain in the air before stretching out her palm.

Ye Qing frowned as he watched Jiang Yan extend her hand to catch the falling rain, “Jiang Yan, what are you doing?”

“Ye Qing, have you noticed? The raindrops seem to be getting smaller,” Jiang Yan’s lips curved slightly, joy flashing in her eyes.

When they had first come out of the hall, the raindrops were big.

Hitting the face, it felt like being pelted with small stones, very painful.

But now, the pain was gone, and the rain sounded softer.

And in the light’s halo, the density of the rain seemed noticeably less.

Ye Qing reached into his backpack, pulled out the hand-cranked flashlight Jiang Yan had given them, then hung the submachine gun over his shoulder and leaned out over the railing, head extended,

“Jiang Yan, the water level hasn’t risen this whole time!” Ye Qing observed for a few seconds, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

Their previously parked rubber boat hadn’t changed position against the wall at all.

“No, it’s not just that the water level hasn’t risen; this rain is stopping.”

Jiang Yan reached out her palm again, her lips unconsciously curving up.

Suddenly, as magical as it felt, the rain, which had been falling softly, stopped abruptly.

The rain had stopped.