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"Splutter!" Jin Bo spat out a mouthful of water, nearly choking himself.
The onlookers felt a bit awkward; the men had been peeking with some interest, only to end up with a face full of embarrassment.
"Dr. Zhong, do you think it's a boy?" Jin Bo asked, his expression one of shock, yet still eager to encourage Dr. Zhong to investigate further.
"You can check for yourself," Dr. Zhong replied, tossing them a sanitary ball and placing a band-aid on Yang Xiaomeng's head.
As the crowd buzzed with chatter, Yang Xiaomeng, who had been hit in the back of the head, was jolted awake by the sharp pain. Blinking in confusion, he suddenly focused on the scene before him and froze. His eyes widened in terror as he screamed, "Help! Rape! Oh my God, are you even leaving men alone?"
His outburst turned the faces of those around him bright red. Indeed, surrounded by both men and women, not only were they tied up but their clothes had also been lifted. The situation was utterly disgraceful.
Song Jiu could no longer stand by. It was late at night in this desolate place, and the chaos was inappropriate. He stepped into the crowd and said, "Take me to your camp."
"What the hell? Is it not enough to humiliate me? You want to wipe us out completely?" Yang Xiaomeng's forehead throbbed with anger. The contrast between his sweet demeanor and his hoarse, sharp voice was jarring.
"Stop talking nonsense. How many people are in your camp? How many armed guards do you have?" Song Jiu waved away the curious onlookers and squatted down in front of Yang Xiaomeng, narrowing his eyes as he stared into those captivating eyes. "I’ll ask once; think carefully before you answer."
Yang Xiaomeng ceased his shouting, steadied himself, and realized something felt off. He pondered Song Jiu's words for a moment before replying, "Dude, you must have the wrong person. There are only four of us; we take turns being the guards."
"Really?" Song Jiu raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze.
"What’s going on here? I don’t want your vehicle; I can walk myself. We’re just passing through; there’s no need for this," Yang Xiaomeng said, genuinely panicking. They had only recently taken refuge in this ravine and had rarely interacted with other Survivor groups due to their remote location. They mostly dealt with scattered Zombies and lived a modest life without much worry about food or shelter. Who would have thought they would encounter such a bizarre group today?
Wu Wentao stood behind them for a while, frowning as he processed what he heard. "You really only have four people?"
"Yeah," Yang Xiaomeng replied uncertainly. These two looked like leaders; however, the one standing seemed particularly fierce and intimidating—clearly fitting the Thug stereotype.
"Where did you get all that gasoline and supplies?" Song Jiu squinted, feeling a hint of disdain for this person. Throughout their conversation, there were no flaws, and the expression on his face remained unchanged, as if he truly were an innocent little white lotus.
Yang Xiaomeng swallowed nervously, glancing at Song Jiu as she instinctively reached behind her. She felt a surge of alertness and said earnestly, "Those things are what we found. I’m not lying to you. We discovered a camp down below, and the gasoline and supplies should be left by the original owners of the camp."
"You'd better make your story more convincing," Jin Bo sneered repeatedly. Here I am, stranded on a deserted island almost becoming Tarzan, and you expect me to believe that you just happened to find a camp with a lot of supplies? Who do you think you're fooling?
"If you don’t believe me, I can take you to see it," Yang Xiaomeng said anxiously. If she didn’t speak up, they would ask; if she told them, they still wouldn’t believe her.
Song Yao could only watch from the side. She had no idea what these three schemers were plotting. Speaking up rashly might disrupt their plans, so she could only exchange glances with the others, waiting quietly for the answer to unfold.
"So you're saying that you and three companions have a camp with plenty of supplies, and there's also a place nearby that can provide medical assistance? Is that what you're saying?" Song Jiu gestured for Jin Bo to hold on and glanced at Chef Jia, who shook his head, indicating he hadn’t heard anything suspicious.
"Yes." Yang Xiaomeng was out of options. She glanced at this strange group and sighed in frustration, muttering something about not revealing too much wealth before saying gloomily, "Our camp used to be a military garrison. When we found it, there was no one there—just supplies. It’s that simple. As for the doctors, they’re about twenty kilometers from here in an industrial park where there’s a pretty large camp with many doctors. We initially thought it was a government shelter but later found out it wasn’t; they don’t really accept outsiders but will trade goods."
"Believe it or not, that's the truth. Do whatever you want—kill me or torture me—but please don’t rape me. I may be beautiful, but I’m straight," Yang Xiaomeng blurted out a significant amount of information in one breath and then struck a pose as if to say that if they dared to kill her, she would die right in front of them, completely giving up on struggling.
The speaker was oblivious while the listeners were attentive.
Song Yao and Dr. Zhong exchanged glances filled with intrigue.
The beautiful straight man was set aside as Song Jiu and the others circled around again, analyzing the information Yang Xiaomeng provided with keen interest. The truth was hard to discern; they would have to go see for themselves. However, there was a small divergence in their thoughts.
Song Yao clearly showed more interest in the camp that Yang Xiaomeng mentioned—not just for the gasoline and supplies but primarily because of its former identity as a military garrison.
These four words held little significance for others, but Song Yao was different. She would never forget the group of soldiers she had stumbled upon years ago while hiding in the mountains. If those soldiers hadn’t come to their aid back then, her small squad would likely have been wiped out by the zombie siege long ago. Additionally, Song Yao was the only one present who knew that The Establishment had once set up observation posts around the Pathogen Zone.
They had also visited the observation station in the desolate mountains under Bai Yudong's jurisdiction, but they were there to track An Zheng and were unaware that there was such a base of The Establishment hidden in the valley. Later, Bai Yudong's temperament changed, and he joined Kenny's ranks. He was usually taciturn, so naturally, he wouldn't deliberately mention the details about The Establishment. What intrigued Song Yao was that their observation station relied on the mountains for sustenance; the soldiers had to farm and raise livestock themselves. The diesel fuel at the camp was barely enough to keep the communication equipment running, far from what Yang Xiaomeng had described as being wealthy.
Song Yao suggested visiting the camp; acquiring supplies would certainly be beneficial, and while they were at it, they might find some useful clues. Since there were large amounts of supplies and gasoline left behind, it stood to reason that weapons could also be present. Furthermore, Bai Yudong had mentioned that there were specific military supply depots between each observation station. Before communication was completely severed, supplies of weapons, ammunition, and equipment were regularly sent to ensure the operation of the observation stations. If they couldn't take away all the supplies from the observation station, could it be possible that these military supply depots also contained a significant amount of life-saving weapons?
Of course, Song Yao knew some of this might be wishful thinking, but since they needed to move forward anyway, as long as they didn't retreat, it would be fine.
As for Dr. Zhong, it was purely a matter of professional habit; upon hearing about places like Industrial Park having government shelter-like camps, he instinctively thought of his experiments. The Roundabout laboratory had been destroyed before it could be built; aside from Huihui, everything else had gone up in flames. This doctor, who once had hopes of ending everything, now found himself following the main group as a wandering monk, occasionally playing the role of a Roving Doctor or Barefoot Doctor.
The two of them each had their own thoughts and were eager to express their ideas in hopes that Song Jiu and the others would take them seriously. After all, their suggestions were crucial for the team's progress. Meanwhile, Song Jiu, Wu Wentao, and Jin Bo could easily guess that they were likely pondering how to exhaust all the supplies and gasoline while causing chaos at Kenny's base.
As usual, Wu Wentao spoke little. He neither denied nor confirmed Song Yao's suggestions and speculations but left the decision-making to Song Jiu. Jin Bo was even less subtle; when it came time to act decisively, he wouldn't hold back. At this moment, his attention was entirely on the beautiful straight man. Compared to Industrial Park and Garrison, he was far more interested in Yang Xiaomeng. If it weren't for the many men and women present, he would have wanted to go over right then and there to explore Yang Xiaomeng further.
Song Jiu furrowed his brow in contemplation for a while. Based on Yang Xiaomeng's provided approximate location, he marked two points on the map and said solemnly, "The Garrison is very close to us; we can pay a visit. However, this Industrial Park is off in another direction."
"Since we have enough gasoline, taking a detour shouldn't matter," Luci remarked without objection. After all those years traversing the Gobi Desert with vehicles at their disposal made travel seem less daunting.
"That's true," Luo Yu frowned thoughtfully and voiced his concerns: "It seems that Zombie strongholds are more densely packed than we imagined, and there appear to be quite a few other Survivor teams as well. Considering Riverside Camp and Strawberry Farm along with this Industrial Park—there seems to be an excessive number around Ancient City."
"And there's also the tracks," Wu Wentao added: "The site I swept through belongs to Ancient City's radiation zone too; there aren't many people there—it shouldn't count as a camp but rather as a storage area for Zombies within that region."
"Let's drop Industrial Park," Song Jiu said with a click of his tongue as he glanced at Dr. Zhong's disappointed expression. "After all, our current manpower isn't sufficient for any major operations. Our goal remains to head out to find The Establishment. If Industrial Park is also a Zombie stronghold and we stir up trouble there, Blonde Woman will likely catch up with us soon enough; you won't have time for your research."
"That's true; right now is when Blonde Woman is still unclear about our movements," Chef Jia nodded in agreement. She had witnessed e's mobility several times; with over three hundred kilometers from Ancient City to Industrial Park, once Blonde Woman got wind of their whereabouts, they wouldn't stand a chance of escaping.
"Then it's settled; we'll set aside Industrial Park for now since it doesn't hold much significance. Once Little Bear and Yuan An retrieve the vehicle, we'll split into two groups heading to Garrison. If all goes well, we'll grab supplies and gasoline without wasting any more time." Song Jiu circled the point marked Garrison on the map with his pencil while glancing at Jin Bo's landing spot; seeing it made his head spin even more.
"How are they going to handle it?" Pockmarked Girl hurriedly threw out a question as she pointed at Yang Xiaomeng, who was leaning to one side gazing at the stars. She whispered, "Aren't there four of them? Us taking away the supplies means they have no way out."
Wu Wentao raised an eyebrow and let out a cold snort, his killing intent palpable.
Pockmarked Girl felt a chill run down her spine and quickly avoided Wu Wentao's ominous gaze.
"We'll talk about it later, depending on the situation. For now, let's prepare. Once Yuan An and the others return, we'll set off." Song Jiu saw that there were no further objections from the group, so he made a decision. He folded up the map and gathered the remaining combat personnel in one place, distributing the existing ammunition to Wu Wentao while the others packed lightly, aiming directly for Garrison.
As night deepened, the crescent moon hid behind the clouds.
Yang Xiaomeng looked dejectedly at the bandits who were openly sharpening their knives and loading ammunition. A wave of intense unease surged within her: it was a thousand times wrong to waste words with them. Suddenly, a shadow drifted by her side. Yang Xiaomeng turned her head and saw the guy with a single sword slung over his back approaching with a lewd grin.
Yang Xiaomeng felt a bit flustered. Could it be that these people needed to boost their morale before doing their work?
"Hey there, do you usually stand or squat when you go?"
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