NOVEL NEXT Chapter 129: Back
The next day, part of the convoy went to investigate the empty lot while the remaining stayed in the camp.
This time, Qin Wu and Mo Chenxuan didn't take the task.
Instead, they left it to Xiao Junxie and several others.
While waiting for the others to return, Lin Rongrong treated Mo Chenxuan's injuries.
She would treat, exhaust her energy, rest, and treat once again.
As a result, just before dark, she suddenly advanced from the mid-stage to the late stage of level two.
Seeing this, Qin Wu couldn't help but be excited.
"Congratulations." She praised, and Lin Rongrong nodded with a happy expression.
"My advancement isn't too big, but it should result in fewer treatments for brother Mo." She said.
What she said was right!
Originally, Lin Rongrong needed twenty treatments to completely heal Mo Chenxuan.
However, after her advancement, twenty treatments were reduced to fifteen.
After one day and two nights of treatment, Mo Chenxuan finally recovered, and Qin Wu heaved a sigh of relief.
"I am fine." Mo Chenxuan said, rubbing Qin Wu's hair to soothe her emotions.
"I thought we were at the top, but there is always a better zombie. We need to train more." Qin Wu lamented, and Mo Chenxuan chuckled in amusement.
"All in good time." He said.
Moving the zombies was easier than expected.
After Chu Wan'er's vines took the black stone, the zombies mindlessly followed and were unceremoniously delivered to an empty lot.
Seeing this, everyone was relieved and they immediately returned to the refinery.
Over the next few days, the army and teams collected as much fuel as they could.
They used space storage and even commandeered some of the tankers they found in the refinery.
However, the YS Petrochemicals Refinery had a capacity of tens of billions of litres. Even after everyone took their fill, there was still plenty of leftover fuel.
'It's a waste to leave it here.' Mo Chenxuan thought.
After all, without proper storage and care, the fuel would continue to degrade until it became useless.
Thinking this way, Mo Chenxuan waited for the convoy to begin moving, snuck back to the refinery and collected the remaining fuel before returning to his and Qin Wu's car.
"Did you get it all?" Qin Wu asked, and Mo Chenxuan nodded.
"We have enough fuel to power a small city for several decades." The man said.
The journey back was unexpectedly smooth.
Because it was almost winter and the summer heat had cooled down, most of the zombies, insects, and mutants had entered a semi-hibernation state.
As a result, the convoy crossed the swamp and other areas without attracting danger.
Time passed, and before they knew it, it was Christmas Day.
However, no one was in the mood to celebrate.
Rather than celebrate, the convoy wished they could fly to the base and find a warm place to rest.
"It's bloody cold." Qin Wu mumbled, holding a cup of hot chocolate.
"We are almost at the base." Mo Chenxuan said, and Qin Wu nodded.
True to word, the convoy arrived at the base two days later.
When they left, there were long queues of survivors at the East and South gates.
This time was no different.
However, the survivors no longer lingered and walked around the base gate.
Instead, they hid in their cars and waited for their turn to enter the base.
Fortunately, the convoy didn't have to queue and went straight to the West gate.
"Get out of your cars and prepare for examination." A voice resounded when the convoy reached the gate.
Soon after, everyone exited their cars and walked to the examination rooms.
The examination was fast.
After confirming that no one was infected, everyone returned to their cars and drove through a disinfection hose-down before entering the base.
"We are finally back." Qin Wu sighed with a nostalgic expression.
"We still have to hand over the task before we can return to the villa." Mo Chenxuan reminded.
"I know." Qin Wu nodded and continued.
"How many litres should we hand over?" She asked.
"Twenty million litres."
"Isn't the amount too suspicious?"
"Level zero space ability users have a ten square metres storage space, level one have one hundred square metres, level two have one thousand and level three have ten thousand."
"However, everyone thinks you are a mutated space ability user. It's not strange if you claim to have more than ten thousand square metres of storage. In that case, ferrying twenty million litres of fuel is not unachievable."
"Got it." Qin Wu nodded.
Twenty million litres of fuel meant their team would receive a reward of two million litres and two hundred crystal weapons.
Thinking of this, Qin Wu frowned.
"Chenxuan, will they really give us two hundred crystal weapons?" She asked.
Mo Chenxuan sighed when he heard the question.
"They probably don't have so many." He said and quickly continued.
"We may have to accept an IOU or a change of terms."
"We have really made a splash this time."
"Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" Qin Wu chuckled and leaned on Mo Chenxuan's shoulder.
"You are with me. What can I be afraid of?" She asked.
"Mmh." Mo Chenxuan nodded.
Two hundred crystal weapons were not a small number.
With these weapons, two hundred ordinary survivors would gain the ability to kill level one and level two zombies.
That said, crystal weapons weren't easy to manufacture.
If they were, all the base soldiers would be equipped with one instead of lagging around carrying ordinary thermal weapons.
"Chenxuan, should we negotiate with Chu Wan'er?" Qin Wu suddenly asked.
After all, Qi Shu, the father of apocalypse technology, was now working for the Chu family.
"It's not impossible." Mo Chenxuan said.
He had also thought of this.
However, he was hesitant because he didn't want to involve too many people in their team's affairs.
"We can buy some weapons from them, but we still need to keep an eye out for other engineers."
"I know." Qin Wu agreed.
As expected, they caused a stir when they handed over twenty million litres of fuel.
However, Mo Chenxuan and Qin Wu didn't care.
Rather than worry about attracting trouble, they were more worried that a lack of fuel would cause avoidable deaths during the winter.