Apocalypse Showdown: Carrier Conquest

Chapter 51: Don’t Mess with Me

In the post-apocalyptic world, it wasn’t just order that had collapsed; humanity had too.

The largest shelter in Jia City was located in the heart of the old district, a massive underground structure built by Asharan when the country was founded as a precaution against war.

Every young person who entered here found it hard to believe how such a grand project could have been completed in those destitute times.

A construction company owner, who had never entered the shelter before, remarked after taking a brief look, "If we were to build this kind of facility today, you’d need at least seventy or eighty billion to even get started."

Sometimes, a nation’s true wealth isn’t measured by its GDP or how many skyscrapers it has, but by whether its officials are enlightened and whether the people hold faith.

Unfortunately, in recent years, while Asharan’s economy had developed, some of those core values had been gradually lost.

In the core area of the underground facility, in a room that served as a conference room, Wang Pingping was briefing the attendees about the logistics park situation.

“The goals have mostly been achieved, but the dehydrated vegetables were snatched up by someone else. Thirty-eight tons of dehydrated vegetables! That’s enough for all of us to eat for a month! Do you think the disaster will end in a month?”

“Comrade Wang Pingping, don’t get worked up,” said Zhu Guanghan, sitting at the head of the table. He was once the second-in-command of Jiazhou City and was now the head of the shelter.

Zhu Guanghan, 56 years old, was at the peak of his leadership experience. When the disaster struck, the Jiazhou City supervisor had gone to the provincial capital for a meeting and couldn’t return in time, so the city lord and deputy supervisor, Zhu Guanghan naturally became the "post-disaster command center" commander and head of the shelter.

Sitting next to him was Zhao Xinxiao, a middle-aged man in a major general's uniform. He was the military commander of Jiazhou City and the current deputy commander.

Wang Pingping was an old subordinate of Zhao Xinxiao.

"You’re telling me that there’s an extremely malicious criminal group in Jiazhou City that could endanger the safety of hundreds of thousands of people, and the evidence is that thirty-eight tons of dehydrated vegetables were taken?" Zhu Guanghan frowned.

"Commander, if they were just trying to satisfy personal needs, a box or two of dehydrated vegetables could last them for months. If they’re going to all this trouble to take thirty-eight tons, they must be seeking much bigger profits. Either they’re trying to profit from the national disaster, or they’re planning to use the supplies to recruit people and build a force. In times of chaos, there are always some who think they could become the next Zhu Yuanzhang. Either way, it's a heinous crime!"

Zhao Xinxiao waved his hand. "Sit down!" He looked at Zhu Guanghan, who hadn’t said anything, and continued, “I won’t hide it from you—this disaster won’t be over anytime soon. So our main task now is to focus on expanding and enlarging the shelter. While protecting the shelter, we must try to help those people who haven’t yet entered the shelter to survive.”

“Thirty-eight tons of dehydrated vegetables, while it’s not a small amount, it’s not worth starting a huge battle over. We don’t have the time or the energy for that.”

“Comrade Wang Pingping, you need to keep going. All outside supplies are precious to us. The next step is to organize and send you and your team to Jiazhou Auto City. Strive to bring back any vehicles, materials, parts, or even usable machinery you can find!”

“Yes!” Wang Pingping stood up, saluted Zhao Xinxiao, and said, “I will complete the mission!”

At the same time, people like Xu Zhiyuan and Wu Jiancai, who were of a lower rank, were not qualified to attend this meeting. They sat just outside the meeting room, waiting for new orders.

“Something’s happened at Lanshan Community,” Wu Jiancai, feeling bored, started talking to Xu Zhiyuan about Yang Qiqi as a casual topic.

“Zhou family? The one with the farm?” Xu Zhiyuan, the street office director, immediately thought of Zhou Caijun and Cheng Yali.

“You said their family seems to have abundant supplies... Hmm, could it be from their livestock...”

“Do they have a large-scale farm?” Wu Jiancai asked.

“If I’m not mistaken, the Zhou family’s farm has had up to several hundred pigs and thousands of chickens at a time... If they’ve slaughtered all those animals and hidden the meat, how long could they survive on it?”

“How long?” Wu Jiancai chuckled bitterly. “I really can’t say... Until death? Should we report this?”

“Let’s go! We need to report this!” Xu Zhiyuan grabbed Wu Jiancai and pulled him toward the meeting room.

Meanwhile, Zhou Lin had no idea that someone had already set their sights on his family’s resources. He dragged Yang Qiqi, who was hidden in the bathroom, out and threw her by the fire.

"Go trick my mother into opening the door, Yang Qiqi... Do you think I won’t kill you?" Zhou Lin sneered.

“Go ahead and try!” Yang Qiqi raised her head defiantly. She really thought Zhou Lin wouldn’t dare kill her, at least not yet.

It was because the government was still around. She had been personally “rescued” from the Zhou family by Wu Jiancai, so if Zhou Lin killed her now, Wu Jiancai’s face would be completely lost. He would definitely press charges, and Zhou Lin could even be executed on the spot.

Tang Yili, standing nearby, stopped himself from screaming. He couldn’t help but admire Yang Qiqi’s toughness. He hated Zhou Lin to the bone, and if given the chance, he would definitely crush Zhou Lin into dust!

“So you really aren’t afraid of death,” Zhou Lin said coldly as he slapped Yang Qiqi hard. The force was so great that it nearly snapped her neck. Yang Qiqi flew back, unable to even scream, spitting out two large teeth along with blood!

"Ugh... wait until Mr. Cao arrives, you’ll pay for this~~"

Her face started swelling visibly, like dough left in a warm room overnight.

Sun Chenghao, terrified, lay there motionless, playing dead.

“This slap is just to collect some interest,” Zhou Lin said, then walked over to Tang Yili. With a cold look in his eyes, he crushed Tang Yili’s left hand under his foot.

“c***k!”

Tang Yili didn’t have time to retract his hand, and it was crushed under Zhou Lin’s foot with such force that not a single bone was left intact.

Even if he were sent to the best hospital in the world, it would be impossible to heal his hand now.

“Ah!” The excruciating pain made Tang Yili scream in agony, his neck veins bulging and his mouth torn open, blood flowing incessantly.

“That last kick was for my dad’s interest, and this one is for my mom’s interest, Tang Yili. You better stay alive, because I haven’t settled the score with you yet.”

Sun Chenghao dared not speak, Yang Qiqi was too hurt to say anything, and Tang Yili had no strength left to speak. The room fell silent, only heavy breathing filling the air.

Suddenly, several beams of light appeared, and Shao Hang and his team arrived.

Originally brash, Huang Xuefeng was now intimidated by the sight of Yang Qiqi and Tang Yili’s miserable condition. He took a step back, silently retreating to Shao Hang’s side.

“Zhou Lin, isn’t this going too far? Do you think the law doesn’t apply just because the apocalypse has come?” Shao Hang questioned.

“Manager Shao,” Zhou Lin replied calmly, “These three injured my dog, and beat up my parents. Where was your talk of the law then?”

"You know, the apocalypse isn’t all bad. In fact, you seem to be doing quite well. Let me give you some advice: don’t mess with me.”

With that, Zhou Lin left, completely ignoring Shao Hang and his group.

“Boss, this guy’s too arrogant. We need to take care of him!” Huang Xuefeng said, watching Zhou Lin walk away with resentment.