Xiao Yu was very surprised.
There were only two soldiers guarding the entrance of the strategic reserve warehouse.
Such an important place.
Shouldn't they send more troops?
However, the next moment, Xiao Yu understood that there were so many zombies on the streets, which meant that S City was in dire need of soldiers.
In addition, Guo Weihui had already moved away the most important food.
He also moved some salt and fuel.
Therefore, the strategic reserve warehouse did not need to be heavily guarded at the moment. Only two soldiers were sent to symbolically guard it.
I'm lucky.
Xiao Yu took out his special agent's ID and released his spiritual charm to control the soldiers.
"The situation in the city is urgent. You two go and clean up the zombies.”
"Yes, sir!"
The two soldiers saluted and drove away.
"Hahaha, cool!"
"Now I can do whatever I want!”
Xiao Yu put away the military vehicle and brought his team members to the gate.
Same old rules.
He used his knife to cut open the door lock.
Clang! Clang!
After three consecutive slashes, the door lock did not break. Instead, the blade of the Tang sword was cut.
The lock of the storage warehouse was really strong.
However, the Tang sword dropped from killing monsters had an automatic repair function.
After curling up, it immediately recovered.
Xiao Yu raised his blade and slashed three more times before finally breaking the lock.
"If I had known, I would have asked the soldier to give me the key.”
Xiao Yu mumbled as he walked into the storage room.
At a glance, two-thirds of the huge storage warehouse had been emptied.
Fortunately, he was lucky.
Most of the two-thirds were rice and flour, leaving a lot of fuel and salt that Xiao Yu lacked the most.
"Hahaha, each taking what they need?"
"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"
"Xiao Ran, do it."
He started with the salt, which was neatly stacked on the cushion board.
Xiao Yu reached out his hand and touched the cushion board.
With a thought, all the salt on the entire stuffing board was stored in the spatial warehouse.
F * ck!
A full 5 tons.
It felt so good.
One person only needed five catties of salt a year. Just the warehouse board that he had just collected was enough for a hundred people to consume for 20 years.
This was just a normal requirement.
After the apocalypse, other than his core members, the others naturally could not provide salt freely.
To be conservative.
Five tons of salt was enough to sustain a hundred people for 50 years.
Xiao Yu looked at the pile of salt.
He was instantly filled with enthusiasm.
"With salt, I can make people work for me. The more, the better!”
Xiao Yu and An Xiaoran kept putting the salt into the spatial warehouse. When they were tired, they would rest. They continued on and on until noon, when all the salt was swept clean.
Xiao Ran, how many tons did you collect?"
"320 tons. What about you, Xiao Yu?"
"I bought 460 tons."
"Wow, 780 tons. We actually collected so much.”
An Xiaoran only knew that 780 tons was a lot.
However, he did not know what this number meant.
780 tons of salt was enough to feed more than 3,000 people for 100 years, and it was a normal supply.
If the supply was blocked.
It was enough to feed five thousand people for at least a hundred years.
It sounded like a lot, but as a city with a population of 800,000, this amount of reserves was actually considered small.
Of course.
If Guo Weihui hadn't sent people to transport some of them away, there would have been more.
"Ran, have you rested enough?"
" Okay." Ran nodded.
"Then let's hurry up and collect the fuel.”
The storage room was filled with fuel.
And it was not a storage tank.
It was in a barrel.
After all, the strategic reserve was to prevent natural and man-made disasters. All the resources were not automated.
Barrels were easier to transport.
Xiao Yu reached out his hand and touched a piece of diesel. The next moment, he directly stored it into the spatial warehouse.
200 liters.
It weighed 344 pounds.
The diesel was a little slow to move, so he had to collect it barrel by barrel.
Xiao Yu and An Xiaoran were like hardworking bees.
He kept taking away the barrels of fuel.
Although it was hard, he felt happy when he saw the full harvest.
Captain, it's time for lunch."
Han Kexin prepared a self-heating braised pork rice and a bottle of energy drink for everyone. She didn't know if it could replenish their energy.
At least he felt comforted when he drank it.
They finished their lunch in ten minutes.
Xiao Yu lit a cigarette after dinner and continued working with An Xiaoran.
It was past five in the afternoon.
Finally, they had emptied out all the diesel and gasoline. They had obtained a total of 600 barrels of fuel.
120,000 liters!
Awesome!
In the future, he would no longer have to worry about fuel.
"Xiao Yu, there are still supplies here."
An Xiaoran pushed open a door and pointed inside.
Xiao Yu hurriedly walked in. The room was chilly and the temperature was very low. Rows of shelves appeared in front of him, filled with medicines.
Moreover, they mainly used medicine for external injuries and anti-inflammatory drugs.
"Why didn't I think of that?"
"There must be medicine in the strategic storage.”
Guo Weihui didn't send anyone to move the medicine because they were facing zombies. Getting injured meant death.
Medicine was meaningless.
However, Xiao Yu did not mind.
Who said that only zombies could hurt people? The threat of the survivors of the apocalypse was comparable to that of zombies.
Sometimes, they were even more ferocious than zombies.
Knife wounds and gunshot wounds were common.
"Xiao Ran, work harder. Take away all these medicines before dark.”
"Alright!"
The two of them continued to work.
As the quantity of medicine was not as good as salt and fuel, the two of them emptied all the medicine before dark.
"Today's harvest is too great."
"Let's wrap up early!"
A big harvest meant that he was quite tired. Xiao Yu also wanted to go back and rest early.
The military vehicle left the strategic storage warehouse.
When they passed by a children's shop, Han Kexin reminded them,""Captain, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to the children's shop to get the tracker?”
Oh right.
If he installed the tracker in the stolen explosion-proof car, he might be able to catch the car thief.
Xiao Yu didn't want revenge.
Instead, he wanted to get back the key to the explosion-proof car.
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