Xiao Yu was quite surprised.
At the gate of the Strategic Reserve Depot, there were only two soldiers guarding it.
For such an important location,
shouldn't it be heavily guarded?
But in the next moment, Xiao Yu understood.
With so many Zombies on the streets, S City was severely short on manpower.
Besides, Guo Weihui had already transported away the most important supplies—
including food, salt, and fuel.
So the Strategic Reserve Depot no longer needed heavy security—
only two soldiers were stationed symbolically.
Lucky me.
Xiao Yu took out his Special Commissioner credentials, then used Mental Enchantment to control the soldiers.
"The city is in an emergency combat state. You two go clear out the Zombies.
This place doesn't need guarding anymore."
"Yes, sir!"
The two soldiers saluted and then drove off the scene.
"Hahaha, this is awesome!"
"Now I can do whatever I want!"
Xiao Yu stored the military vehicle, then led the team to the entrance.
As usual—
he slashed at the lock with his saber.
Clang, clang, clang—
Three strikes in a row, and the lock still didn't break.
Instead, the blade edge of the Tang saber was nicked.
The depot's lock was truly sturdy.
Fortunately, the Tang saber was loot from a monster and had an auto-repair feature.
The chipped blade quickly restored itself.
Xiao Yu raised his saber and struck three more times—finally shattering the lock.
"Should've just asked the soldiers for the key."
He muttered as he walked into the depot.
At a glance, the vast storage depot was already two-thirds emptied.
Luckily—
that two-thirds consisted mostly of rice and flour,
while a good amount of the most-needed fuel and salt had been left behind.
"Hahaha, everyone just takes what they need, huh?"
"Well, I won't be polite then!"
"Xiaoran, let's move!"
They started with the salt—
all of it neatly stacked on pallets.
Xiao Yu reached out and touched a pallet.
With a thought, the entire pallet of salt vanished into the Space Warehouse.
Damn!
Five full tons.
That's insane.
One person only needs about five Jin(1Jin=1.1pound) of salt per year.
That one pallet alone could supply a hundred people for twenty years.
And that's just for normal consumption.
In a post-apocalyptic world,
aside from his core team,
there was no way he'd be handing out salt freely.
Conservatively speaking—
five tons of salt could support a hundred people for fifty years.
Staring at the mountain of salt,
Xiao Yu was instantly energized.
"With this much salt, I can get people to work for me—
the more, the better!"
Xiao Yu and An Xiaoran kept loading the salt into the Space Warehouse.
They took breaks when tired, and continued until noon.
By then, every grain of salt was swept clean.
"Xiaoran, how much did you store?"
"Three hundred and twenty tons. What about you, Xiao Yu?"
"I got four hundred and sixty tons."
"Wow, that's seven hundred and eighty tons between us!"
An Xiaoran knew 780 tons was a lot,
but she didn't realize just how much it really meant.
Seven hundred and eighty tons of salt—
enough to supply over 3,000 people for a hundred years.
And that's under normal rations.
If the distribution was rationed tightly—
it could support at least 5,000 people for a hundred years.
Sounded like a lot,
but for a city of 800,000 people,
this reserve wasn't that large at all.
Of course,
if Guo Weihui hadn't already sent people to move some out,
there would've been even more.
"Xiaoran, are you rested enough?"
"Mhm~" Xiaoran nodded.
"Then let's move quickly and collect the fuel."
Behind the depot were stacks of fuel barrels—
not tanks, but individual barrels.
Since this was a strategic reserve meant for emergencies,
they avoided using automated storage.
Barrels were easier to transport.
Xiao Yu reached out and touched a barrel of diesel,
and with a thought, stored it into the Space Warehouse.
Each was a 200-liter drum,
weighing 344 Jin.
Diesel had to be collected one barrel at a time.
It was a bit slower.
Xiao Yu and An Xiaoran moved like busy bees,
relentlessly loading barrel after barrel of fuel.
It was tiring,
but seeing the growing stockpile brought them joy.
"Captain, time for lunch."
Han Kexin had prepared self-heating braised pork rice,
along with an energy drink for each person.
Whether it actually restored energy was unclear—
but drinking it gave some psychological comfort.
Ten minutes later, lunch was done.
Xiao Yu lit a cigarette,
and then he and An Xiaoran got back to work.
By around 5 PM,
they had finally emptied out all the diesel and gasoline—
collecting a total of 600 barrels of fuel.
That was 120,000 liters!
So satisfying!
They wouldn't have to worry about fuel for a long time.
"Xiao Yu, there are still supplies in here."
An Xiaoran pushed open a door and pointed inside.
Xiao Yu rushed over—
the room was chilly with low temperatures.
Rows of shelves appeared before them, filled with medicine.
Mainly trauma meds and antibiotics.
"How did I forget?"
"Of course the Strategic Reserve would store medicine."
Guo Weihui hadn't moved these—
because now that they were facing Zombies,
getting wounded basically meant death.
So medicine seemed pointless.
But Xiao Yu wasn't about to waste them.
Who said only Zombies could cause injuries?
Other survivors in the apocalypse were just as dangerous—
if not more so.
Knife wounds, gunshots—those were common.
"Xiaoran, let's push through.
We need to get all this medicine packed before dark."
"Got it!"
The two got back to work.
Since the medicine wasn't as bulky as the salt and fuel,
they finished clearing it all before sunset.
"Today's haul is massive."
"Let's call it early!"
Such a big harvest meant they were exhausted.
Xiao Yu wanted to head back and rest.
The military vehicle left the depot.
As they passed a children's store,
Han Kexin reminded him: "Captain, didn't you say we were going to get the tracker from the children's store?"
Oh, right.
The plan was to install a tracker in the stolen riot vehicle—
maybe they could catch the car thief that way.
It wasn't about revenge.
Xiao Yu just wanted to retrieve the key to the riot vehicle.
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