Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Even though Guo Peng, Zhu Xiao, and the others were led by me to discover it, it wouldn’t have been so easy without the captain taking down most of the people at the steel plant’s entrance.

You know, inside the industrial park, there were only eight or nine people left guarding it.

Guo Peng and Zhu Xiao took them down in three moves, like cleaning up the battlefield.

So Old Qin asked, ”Captain, how should we handle these things inside?”

Third Uncle didn’t hesitate and said, ”Keep the RV; the base can modify it later.

The rest, you and I, Ant, will each take twenty percent, and the remaining forty percent goes to them.”

Guo Peng and Zhu Xiao, upon hearing this, quickly waved their hands and said, ”No, no, it’s mainly your credit; we just went to check it out.”

”Take it.” Third Uncle’s words were unquestionable.

Guo Peng and Zhu Xiao exchanged glances, full of surprise and joy.

Those things, although nothing for Third Uncle, were too luxurious for them.

In the Doomsday, alcohol is hard currency.

In this era where you don’t know if you’ll live to see tomorrow, alcohol numbs the nerves and is the best thing to relieve stress.

And alcohol, especially high-proof grain alcohol, can be used as disinfectant for wounds, keep you warm in winter, and when starving, drinking some can keep you going...

The value of alcohol is self-evident.

They found two full crates of 60-proof vodka at the industrial park.

Suddenly recalled the pre-Doomsday brainwashing song: Little Bird Vodka, Thunder Roars...

Besides the two crates of alcohol, there was half a pack of cigarettes, and very little food, all moldy bread...

...

Third Uncle decisively divided the spoils.

At the Big Camphor Tree Base, many cooperative personnel and extra staff go out on missions, and whatever they find on missions belongs to them; the Big Camphor Tree Base doesn’t ask for it.

The Big Camphor Tree Base only takes what’s needed for missions.

In and out of the base, a sort of goods circulation has formed, but it’s mostly small items; no one trades precious food because that’s life-sustaining. No one can bear to.

For the people inside the Inner City, their needs are actually very little.

Food, clothing, shelter, occasional queuing activities are enough.

So, it’s mainly the extra and cooperative personnel who trade among themselves.

Besides, for the Big Camphor Tree Base, if they want anything, they can easily get it through cooperative personnel.

It’s nothing but relying on grain.

The Big Camphor Tree Base holds the grain, which is equivalent to holding everything.

Grain is like pre-Doomsday money, able to buy most things.

.....

Guo Peng and Zhu Xiao, upon seeing Third Uncle’s firm words, quickly expressed their gratitude: ”Thank you, Third Uncle.”

Zhu Xiao thought for a moment and then said, ”By the way, Third Uncle, when we were searching earlier, we found dozens of maimed people, they were likely kept as... food.”

In the Doomsday, food is extremely scarce, without stable conditions for farming, and after scavenging all edible food from homes.

Some people without a bottom line start to keep others as livestock, treating them as food.

It’s not uncommon among some evil post-apocalyptic forces.

But each time you see it, it’s still chilling, overturning their worldview, seeing those filthy people with broken limbs treated as food in those dark basements.

Every time they see such scenes, they feel a strange sadness.

”How did you deal with them?” Third Uncle frowned and asked.

Old Qin said, ”We released them, some of them asked for our help, but...”

Old Qin fell silent halfway through.

Before joining the Big Camphor Tree Base, he and Lao Zhou lived miserably too.

Those with broken limbs, to be realistic, are burdens, and they couldn’t help them any more.

What good would it do to bring them along? Most have been in those dark basements for a long time, some are almost on their last breath.

Bringing such people along would undoubtedly drag themselves down.

Who would be willing to give up their food for them?

.......

So after setting them free, they didn’t bother with them anymore.

Third Uncle heard this and felt somewhat uncomfortable, sighed, and said, ”Alright, let them fend for themselves.”

He then told Zhu Xiao and Old Qin, ”Old Qin, Zhu Xiao, take twenty people, check this steel plant to see if there are any zombies or potential dangers; be thorough. We’re staying overnight here, so be careful.

Also, count how much steel is stocked here.”

Old Qin immediately replied, ”Alright, we’ll go right away.”

Then, carrying automatic rifles, with Zhu Xiao and the others, they started to inspect the steel plant.

As Old Qin left, Third Uncle reminded, ”Contact via walkie-talkie if there’s any situation.”

”Got it.”

...

After Old Qin left, Third Uncle asked Guo Peng, ”Does that Gongsun Jing know how to use a gun?”

Guo Peng was a bit surprised, ”Yes, she used to be a volunteer soldier.”

Third Uncle took a gun and two magazines from the car and said, ”Give this gun to her and have her take two people to the entrance, you take over organizing the loading of steel onto the truck.”

This time out, besides giving Zhu Xiao and Guo Peng guns, Third Uncle and Old Qin also brought extra guns and weapons.

Third Uncle specially requested two extra automatic rifles, just in case.

Though they had deterred those tailing them by killing over a hundred people, those others certainly knew their group was here.

So, they needed to strengthen their own strength.

Guarding the entrance is crucial; without a gun, it feels unreliable, so he gave the gun to Gongsun Jing, who made a good impression.

Guo Peng unexpectedly took the gun and magazines from Third Uncle, ”Alright, I’ll head over now.”

After they left, Third Uncle looked at Ant standing nearby, thinking.

Then he pulled out another automatic rifle from the vehicle, handing it over: ”Special occasion, according to base rules I can’t give this to you, but knowing your skills, not using a gun is a waste of your talent. Return it after the mission.”

Ant cheerfully said, ”No need to bother; I have a gun, just no bullets. Captain, why don’t you give me some bullets.”

”Sure, how many do you need?”

”Give me 100 rounds first.”

Without hesitation, Third Uncle retrieved the gun, returned to the vehicle, packed the bullets, and gave him three magazines to load.

”Here you go.” Third Uncle handed them directly to him.

Ant reached out to take the bullet pack, nodding, ”I know Big Camphor Tree Base’s rules; whatever’s unused, I’ll return when we get back.”

Third Uncle said nothing, watching Guo Peng’s side.

Gongsun Jing looked enthusiastic, wiped her hands and accepted the gun.

Seeing Third Uncle watching her, she nodded slightly to express gratitude.

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