DipNovel Chapter 143 Too many supplies to carry? Lu Sheng: Distribute them all to the soldiers so they can ha
Chapter 143 Too many supplies to carry? Lu Sheng: Distribute them all to the soldiers so they can ha
The heavy, lead-gray explosion-proof door slid open to both sides, and the sound of the hydraulic system venting echoed in the empty underground space, making people's eardrums buzz.
Zhou Hai, Zhao Ze, and Su Li followed behind Li Han, and as soon as they stepped into the so-called strategic warehouse, they all stopped in their tracks.
The half-smoked cigarette that Zhou Hai was holding fell to the ground with a "thud".
He rubbed his eyes, then pinched his thigh hard, wincing in pain. "Old Zhao, slap me! Did I just kill someone and go crazy? Did I somehow move the whole Walmart warehouse inside a mountain?"
No one cares about him.
What was even more shocking was not the mountain of supplies, but the extremely domineering fragrance that seemed to pierce right to the top of one's head.
On the open ground piled with ammunition boxes, an old-fashioned copper hot pot sat on a smokeless stove, the charcoal glowing red.
The red oil broth in the pot bubbled and boiled, the aroma of butter mixed with Sichuan peppercorns and dried chilies instantly washing away the stale desiccant smell from the basement.
Lu Sheng sat in a folding chair, holding a pair of long chopsticks. The small table next to him was filled with freshly sliced marbled beef, tripe, beef, and a dozen ice-cold beers with water droplets hanging from them.
"You're here?"
Without even looking up, Lu Sheng picked up a slice of thinly sliced beef, dipped it in the red broth, coated it with chili oil, and then stuffed it into his mouth with a satisfied expression.
"Sit down, let's eat and chat."
"Awooo—!!"
Zhou Hai let out a wolf howl, ignoring the bloodstains still on his clothes from the murder he had just committed, rushed over, plopped down on a small stool, grabbed chopsticks, and started shoving them into the pot: "Boss! You're like my own father! I wouldn't trade this life for anything!"
Zhao Ze and Su Li exchanged a glance, their Adam's apples bobbing violently, and quickly sat down together.
The steaming hot beef burst in his mouth, its spicy and savory flavor exploding on his tongue. Zhou Hai was so moved he almost cried: "This is what it means to be alive! The luncheon meat Zhang Yi gave us, is that even human food? That's pig swill!"
"Stop talking nonsense, that's tripe, don't overcook it!" Zhao Ze knocked Zhou Hai's hand away with his chopsticks as he tried to eat it all by himself.
Su Li didn't say anything, but silently opened a can of beer, tilted her head back and took a big gulp. The icy liquid slid down her throat, and her usually cold and aloof face relaxed a little, which was rare.
The group toasted and ate heartily, their mouths greasy with food, creating a lively atmosphere as if it were Chinese New Year.
Only Li Han.
This dignified Level 6 powerhouse, the former vice president of the Spirit Source Association who once held sway over Hanwu City, was now standing awkwardly in the shadows a few meters away.
He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
He nervously rubbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, smelling the intoxicating aroma of meat, and his stomach let out a disapproving growl.
On these twin peaks, what could he not eat before?
Now I feel like a stray dog waiting for its owner to give it leftovers.
But he dared not move, nor even show the slightest dissatisfaction.
The image of Lu Sheng twisting Lei Lie's neck was still playing on a loop in his mind.
"then."
Lu Sheng's voice suddenly rang out.
Li Han shuddered and instinctively reached out to catch it.
"Smack."
A heavy can of braised beef and a bottle of mineral water landed in his hands.
"Don't just stand there, you're in the way." Lu Sheng took a sip of his ice-cold beer, his tone indifferent. "Go eat over there, so you can get back to work."
"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Major Lu! Thank you for the meal, Major Lu!"
Li Han felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and huddled in the darkest corner, clutching the can of food.
With trembling hands, he pulled the tab, ignoring the cold meat, and wolfed it down, swallowing tears mixed with the oily soup.
It's unbelievable that Li Han, once a powerful figure, has fallen to such a state.
But as soon as he looked at the white-clad youth chatting and laughing over there, the humiliation in his heart instantly turned into relief—at least, this can of food was beef, at least, he was still alive!
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
Zhou Hai lay sprawled out on a pile of rice sacks, patting his round belly and letting out a long, drunken burp.
"That feels so good..."
Zhou Hai squinted at the dusty, rocky roof above him, looking utterly captivated: "Kid Lu, why don't we just stay here, guard this gold mine, and live like a bunch of happy parasites, locking ourselves up until we die? All this fighting and killing outside is exhausting."
"Bang!"
Zhao walked over and kicked Zhou Hai's fat buttocks without any hesitation.
"What a good-for-nothing," Zhao said with a laugh.
Without even looking up, Su Li added insult to injury: "This kind of comfort is for the dead. If you want to be a parasite, I can send you on your way right now, and I guarantee it won't be painful."
"Hehe, I was just saying, just trying to liven things up." Zhou Hai jumped up, and although he was being sarcastic, the drunkenness in his eyes had dissipated, and he had regained his bandit-like spirit.
Lu Sheng put down his chopsticks and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
"Alright, we've finished eating, let's get down to business."
He stood up, his expression turning serious again, and pointed to the maze-like shelves around him.
"There are too many supplies here, and the Blazing Flame's warehouse capacity is limited. We can't take everything with us."
Lu Sheng walked to the wall of ammunition boxes, gently tapping the cold metal with his fingers, producing a crisp sound.
"The Blaze only carries the highest value items: all high-explosive ammunition, high-calorie canned goods, and vacuum-packed meat."
"The remaining rice, flour, cooking oil, generator sets..." Lu Sheng turned around and looked at Zhao Ze. "Old Zhao, you're in charge of taking inventory. Give half of it to General Chen Yan to replenish the Jinling Fleet's supplies."
"The other half, just give it to Zhang Yi."
Zhou Hai was stunned, then panicked: "Give it all to them? We fought our way through this..."
"We're eating meat, but we have to leave some soup for our allies," Lu Sheng interrupted him, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. "Besides, the zombie horde is arriving tomorrow. Those soldiers have guns in their hands, but their stomachs are empty. How can they fight bravely?"
"Distribute the supplies and tell Zhang Yi not to skimp on anything tonight."
Lu Sheng's voice echoed in the empty warehouse, carrying an undeniable resolve.
"Let all the soldiers, whether regulars or militia, have a hearty meal tonight."
"Even if I die, I'll die a full-fledged ghoul, fighting those monsters to the death!"
Hearing this, Li Han, who was in the corner, suddenly felt that the half-eaten can of beef in his hand was burning hot.
Having worked under Lei Lie for so long, all he ever heard was that these lowly people were unworthy.
But this god-like youth actually wants to share this immense wealth with those cannon fodder?