Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies-Chapter 237 - Half a Reunion

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Half a Reunion

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Half a Reunion

The blizzard was strong, and the sky was dark.

These people didn’t look like professionals; they were following too closely.

“Crunch—”

“Crunch—”

“…”

No matter how cautious the other party was, the sound of their feet crunching on the snow was still distinct.

Jiang Yan glanced around, reached into her backpack behind her, and pulled out a silenced handgun from Space.

“Mom, there are seven of them; do you want me to take action?”

Hua Bao, who had been curled up in the vines on Jiang Yan’s shoulder, now swiftly stretched its six vines in all directions.

“Not now,” Jiang Yan shook her head with her gun in hand and continued walking forward.

It was best to keep things quiet inside the base, but if the opposition became aggressive, she would have to send them to King Yan.

As she finished speaking, she found herself in a dark spot with no storefronts or lights, and several figures rapidly closed in on her.

There were a few people coming and going.

However, everyone quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly walked away.

“Beauty, hand over the Red Card and all the supplies in your backpack! Otherwise, don’t blame us for not being polite!”

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A short young man jumped out in front of Jiang Yan, brandishing a wooden stick with a fierce look.

The opponent was dressed in layers of tattered clothes; his face, full of knife scars, was riddled with frostbite.

The pus that oozed from the picked sores had frozen into a yellow-red ice, looking both disgusting and frightening.

Jiang Yan recognized them as the people who had been queuing up in the snow house earlier to sign labor agreements.

It seemed that, having seen Jiang Yan take out supplies midway through the signing, they harbored malicious intent.

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow. Such people were not worth wasting a bullet on.

Just as she was about to switch her handgun for the sharp-as-sword melon knife, a figure approached from the side.

“What are you doing?!” A scolding voice suddenly erupted, followed by the sound of a bullet being chambered.

It was Kong Wu.

He held a submachine gun, with the tactical light switched on.

The light unintentionally swept over Jiang Yan’s gun-handling hand, then focused on the young man with the stick.

A red dot targeted his forehead.

Jiang Yan was momentarily surprised by his sudden appearance.

“It’s a person stationed by the base!”

“Brother Zhang, you’ve been targeted at the heart!”

“Run!”

The remaining few, just ordinary survivors, were scared and immediately fled.

The young man with the stick wanted to run, but with the gun pointed straight at him, his body seemed frozen, and his stick clattered to the ground.

“Big, big brother, misunderstanding!”

“Get lost!”

Kong Wu swept his gun and bellowed.

The young man hastily bent down, picked up the stick, and disappeared into the blizzard using his hands and feet.

“Sister Yan?” Kong Wu suppressed the excitement in his heart and tentatively called out.

Jiang Yan nodded her head, lifted her Snow Goggles to her forehead, her beautiful eyes curving, “Yeah. Kong Wu, long time no see.”

“My God! I knew you weren’t an ordinary person and surely were still alive!”

Relieved, Kong Wu quickly slung his submachine gun on his back, grabbed Jiang Yan’s sleeve to check, nearly jumping with joy like a child.

It was Jiang Yan.

The one they thought had long died in the earthquake or had vanished into ash in the explosion in Xiangcheng.

Kong Wu was even on the verge of tears of joy.

The feeling was not so much about deep affection or friendship with Jiang Yan, but rather a peculiar emotion stirred by seeing an old friend resurrected.

But in such weather…

Kong Wu gritted his teeth and forcefully held back his tears.

Jiang Yan was amused by his actions, and her lips curled up, “Yeah, not dead.”

This kid, just when you think he’s matured, he shows his true self in a second.

“Just now, I almost thought I saved the wrong beauty! Haha!”

Kong Wu scratched his head and then his expression changed, reproaching, “Sister Yan, did you recognize me earlier?! You didn’t even say a word, huh!”

Previously, it was only a guess that the Su Yan Zhao Yougong spoke of was Jiang Yan.

After all, her stature, voice, aura, backpack, everything was identical.

Not until just now, when he saw the black handgun with a silencer in her hand.

All these coincidences together, he had to be sure that she was undoubtedly Jiang Yan.

But compared to her being fully armed, he was exposed; why did she pretend not to recognize him?

He was a bit baffled.

And a little upset.

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but laugh, “There were other people around before, so it wasn’t good for us to recognize each other. I thought I’d find you later once things settled. But who knew, you trailed me here first.”

Finishing, she added, “By the way, where are the others?”

“They’re all in the base,” Kong Wu glanced around, his brow furrowing, “Sister Yan, this place is too crowded; it’s not a good spot to chat.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yan felt both happy and a little apprehensive.

But indeed, it was inappropriate for the two to discuss this on the street, “Then let’s go to the place I’m staying; it’s just around the corner.”

“Okay,” Kong Wu nodded.

They soon arrived at the Snow House District.

Jiang Yan again felt as if she was in a densely packed graveyard.

This “graveyard,” however, was guarded around its perimeter.

It was also constructed to standard measures—spacing, size, height—as if all measured with a ruler.

The two found the house Jiang Yan had rented and slipped in, one after the other.

The room was tiny and pitch-black, barely able to accommodate three or four people.

It was a basic setup, with just a snow bed, two snow stools, and nothing else.

Jiang Yan took a specially made candle from her bag, struck a match, lit it, and placed it on the snow bed, then sat down on the stool after removing her Snow Goggles and mask.

Kong Wu sat down quickly after her, looking surprised, “Sister Yan, does your candle have antifreeze in it?”

“Yes,” Jiang Yan nodded.

In such extreme cold weather, candles wouldn’t light at all without antifreeze and other assorted materials.

She guessed that was also true for the fires outside.

There were also lights in Space, but they consumed power quickly in low temperatures, and she didn’t want to reveal to Kong Wu that she still had power sources.

The wind outside was strong, whooshing, which fortunately covered up their conversation.

Hua Bao, as usual, climbed silently onto the roof of the snow house, its small eyes spinning, keeping guard for Jiang Yan.

“Sister Yan, you—”

“Kong Wu, Su—”

Both spoke impulsively and simultaneously, then covered their mouths, looking at each other and bursting into laughter.

“Sister Yan, you go ahead.”

Kong Wu, pulling out a hard biscuit from his pocket and passing it to Jiang Yan, said, “This was distributed temporarily during duty today; you must not have had a meal yet, have this to fill you up.”

Jiang Yan didn’t refuse, took it, broke it in half, and handed the larger half back to him:

“Are Su Dai and Ye Qing all right? Where are they now?”

Kong Wu had anticipated Jiang Yan’s question, still took a deep breath, his eyes darkening as he said:

“Sister Yan, they’re alive, and they’re all in this base, but the situation is a bit complicated…”