Stock up on supplies! Raise zombies! The end of the world is over!

Jiang Run didn't know that because of a banquet, he became a thorn in the eyes of others.

However, even if she knew, she would not panic at all.

Just those few minions want to kill her?

Ha ha.

Maybe he can't even beat the little cat in her space.

Zhang Ping from the Southern Base left the central hall, shook off the tracking sight, and went straight to a residential area in the south of City C.

"Brother Yue, this is the reagent, can you take a look?"

He slammed the big box onto the table.

The man called Brother Yue was wearing a black windbreaker. The tight clothes outlined his distinct features, making him look tall and strong.

Rong Qingyue put out the cigarette in his hand and let Zhang Ping open the box.

Three tubes of light blue reagent came into view.

He pulled out the cork and sniffed it.

It's a familiar smell.

"Did you see it?" Rong Qingyue leaned back with a dark look in his eyes.

Zhang Ping picked out some important things that happened in the central hall today and talked about them.

"That old fellow, just send a young city lord to get rid of us."

"I've never heard of City C having a young city lord before, and he's a cripple."

Zhang Ping felt that City C was fooling them.

"And the young city lord doesn't seem to have any special abilities. At least I didn't detect any special ability fluctuations from him."

Rong Qingyue didn't think so. He tapped the edge of the solid wooden table with his rough fingers, making a low sound.

"If the opponent's ability is much higher than yours, you will not be able to detect the fluctuation of his ability."

Zhang Ping paused, thought about it carefully, and realized that it was indeed possible.

He himself is a fourth-level psychic. If the young city lord is much stronger than him, doesn't that mean he is at least a sixth-level psychic?

Zhang Ping's expression became solemn. If this was the case, it was really bad news.

"Take this thing down and inspect it carefully to see if there is any difference compared with the ones they are circulating."

Rong Qingyue spoke briefly and gave instructions.

Su Yang on the side answered, taking the box from Zhang Ping, "I don't know if Bi Xuan sent them back to the base."

Originally, Bi Xuan was going to come to City C with Rong Qingyue, but unexpectedly, something big happened at the villa that night.

Mu Yingying's friend Su Ya was stimulated by some unknown reason and stabbed Mu Yingying with a knife.

Bi Xuan had no choice but to escort them back to the base personally.

Rong Qingyue's expression was gloomy and he said nothing.

Seeing the strange atmosphere, Zhang Ping talked about the interesting things that happened at the dinner today, hoping to liven up the atmosphere.

"Do you know? When Chen Junrong's girlfriend Jiang Tang toasted, the young city lord's personal doctor didn't give him any face at all."

"I don't know why, but these two don't seem to get along. They started to argue after just a few words."

"That Jiang Tang implied that Dr. Jiang was ugly and that no one wanted Dr. Jiang."

"In the end, Dr. Jiang wasn't angry at all. He just said Jiang Tang has many men."

"You didn't see it. Chen Junrong's face turned green with anger on the spot."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, this really made me die of laughter."

“The atmosphere on that field was extremely awkward.”

"The people at the northern base have suffered a loss and want to make trouble."

"It turns out that Dr. Jiang is a healing psychic at level three. Doesn't she look like a national treasure? Who would dare to pay attention to her?"

"The people from the Northern Base just had to swallow their anger. When they left, they all looked unhappy. Hahahaha."

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping was so happy.

That conversation seemed to be just a small friction between two women.

But in fact, it was a slap in the face of the Northern Base!

When Su Yang first heard Miss Jiang, he thought it was Jiang Run.

But the more I listened to the description, the more I felt that this person was very different from the spoiled and beautiful Jiang Run in my memory. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Then when he heard about the third-level healing ability, Su Yang was a little shocked.

They have a third-level healing psychic in their southern base, who is an old acquaintance and is treated like a treasure in their base.

Now even City C has people with healing abilities?

It is already at the third level. If it uses strengthening reagents and its strength reaches the fourth level, it would be terrifying.

Su Yang's expression became serious.

"If I have a chance to meet Miss Jiang, I'll see if I can get her to our base."

Naturally, we will do our best to get such talents.

Seeing that Rong Qingyue had no objection, Su Yang prepared to arrange for his subordinates to implement it.

Outside, it was already bright.

Rong Qingyue put on his coat and looked like he was going out.

"Hey, Brother Yue, don't you want to get some sleep? You haven't closed your eyes in a few days."

During this period, Rong Qingyue only slept two hours a day on average, and the rest of the time he was either killing zombies or handling official business.

Su Yang muttered to himself, ever since Miss Jiang left, Brother Yue has become like this.

Serious, intimidating without anger...

Although the physical fitness of people with special abilities is different from that of ordinary people, it is impossible for them to suffer like this.

Rong Qingyue heard this without looking back. He pushed open the door and strode into the snow.

Su Yang looked at the boss's back and felt a little desolate. "Alas, I don't know where Miss Jiang is now."

Zhang Ping was very curious about the Miss Jiang that Su Yang mentioned, "Tell me, who is she?"

"A mysterious beautiful woman."

"Tsk, tsk, how mysterious? How beautiful?"

Su Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, is there any progress with the people you planted in their central hall? If there is no progress, why don't you go and urge them to do something?"

"A grown man gossiping all the time, really."

Zhang Ping was choked and said aggrievedly, "Hey - personal attacks are wrong! Are we still good comrades?"

……

Central villa area.

The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.

The temperature is therefore getting lower and lower.

I can't stand staying outside for a few minutes and have to go back inside.

Zhu Ning read the scale on the thermometer, "Hey, it's minus twenty degrees."

Even people with special powers cannot withstand such extreme cold, let alone ordinary people without special powers.

If you don’t stock up on thick winter clothes, you will probably freeze to death within a few days.

Even though the C City base has high security, it is not a regular party after all, and is always lacking in maintaining people's livelihood.

Zhu Ning has been gathering intelligence these days and has found out that City C has no plans to distribute winter supplies to ordinary people, but there are quite a few people with special abilities who can receive cold-resistant clothing.

There were many people without special powers who froze to death on the side of the road, still wearing their summer coats.

Zhu Ning couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, and he was in a bad mood and absent-minded while eating hotpot at noon.

The steaming pot is emitting white steam, and the spicy and fragrant pot bottom is emitting a strong aroma.

Seeing Zhu Ning in a daze, Jiang Run roughly understood what she was thinking.

"Miss, can't we secretly give them some supplies like we did in Xiaohe Village before?"

"As long as we do it covertly, no one will find out, right?"

Zhu Ning lowered his head, "I know I shouldn't be a saint and shouldn't make things complicated."

"But when I went out this morning, I saw a young woman holding a one or two-year-old child frozen to death outside the Exchange Square."

"I feel so sad..."

This apocalypse is a devastating disaster for ordinary people.

Their voices were drowned in the heavy snow, leaving only loneliness and despair...

Zhu Ning's tone was choked with sobs, and tears were falling as he spoke.

Jiang Run touched her head. Zhu Ning was not a saint at all. She was just too kind.

Jiang Run herself doesn't care about the fate of others, but she is willing to protect Zhu Ning's innocence and kindness.

She looked up at the snow scene outside the window and already had an idea in her mind.