Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 310 - Chapter 310 Chapter 308 Yaoben Base Crisis 2

Chapter 310: Chapter 308 Yaoben Base Crisis 2 Chapter 310: Chapter 308 Yaoben Base Crisis 2 “Injured?” Jiang Yan’s surprise was followed by a flash of vigilance and doubt in her eyes. “Is it serious?”

“Yeah, a little,” Han Cheng nodded and then looked at her with some urgency, “Miss Jiang, you’ll understand everything once you meet the leader.”

“Shall we set off now?” he reminded her.

At this point, Jiang Yan couldn’t well refuse anymore.

Still, she took her usual precautions.

“Please wait a moment,” she said, and after turning back into the room to sling the black backpack over her shoulder, she continued, “Let’s go.”

The two walked one after the other towards the direction of Mo Jingsheng’s living quarters.

Along the way, Jiang Yan asked Han Cheng several questions directly and indirectly.

Most of his responses were evasive, claiming he was recently transferred and unfamiliar with many details.

However, every time they passed through one of the Hive’s security checkpoints, Han Cheng lifted his hand to scan his fingerprint.

Seeing how effortlessly he did it and the successful verification of his fingerprints, Jiang Yan’s suspicions gradually decreased.

Just as they were about to approach Mo Jingsheng’s living quarters, Han Cheng suddenly changed direction, leading her down another narrower and dimmer side passage on the right.

Jiang Yan’s brows knitted slightly, but her sense of direction wasn’t strong, and she had only visited Mo Jingsheng’s office once, making her memory of it less than sharp.

But Hua Bao, perched on her shoulder, jumped out and cried out:

“Mommy! The route is wrong! This is not the way to Mo Jingsheng’s room!”

Whenever it passed through an unfamiliar place with Jiang Yan, it would subconsciously note down the route and immediately create a map of the area based on its reconstruction.

The path they were on was clearly different from the one Jiang Yan took with Song Qian the last time they went to see Mo Jingsheng.

And the difference was significant.

Jiang Yan naturally trusted Hua Bao.

Additionally, she noticed that they had encountered very few warriors on their way.

Based on previous situations, the closer they got to Mo Jingsheng’s living quarters, the higher the density of warriors on duty.

When things go unusually, there must be demons at work.

With that thought in mind, she gazed at Han Cheng’s retreating figure and suddenly paused, “Han Cheng, are you sure we’re heading to Leader Mo’s office?”

Han Chen’s straight posture stiffened slightly, and turning around with a smile, his eyes were resolute as he said:

“Yes, Miss Jiang.”

“It doesn’t seem right,” Jiang Yan said, her hands slipping naturally into her pockets, although in reality, she had already taken a miniature handgun out from the Space.

Seeing her doubt, Han Cheng hurriedly explained:

“It’s like this, Miss Jiang, Leader Mo has been injured, so the security level around his residence has been raised, and his living quarters temporarily changed. That’s why it’s different from where you went before,” he finished with an awkward smile, “A crafty rabbit has three burrows, right?”

His words had some logic, but they lacked persuasiveness.

This Yaoben Base was as solid as a fortress, and Mo Jingsheng called the shots.

Could a change in location really make things better?

Unless the danger came from within the base itself.

As if sensing her thoughts, Han Cheng pondered for a second before he hesitantly said:

“Miss Jiang, the danger Leader Mo faced this time came from within the base.”

Jiang Yan’s eyes flickered with shock, “What do you mean?”

“Miss Jiang, please don’t make it difficult for me. There are some things I genuinely can’t disclose, but you will know everything once you meet Leader Mo,” Han Cheng said with a look that was half-laughing, half-helpless, and even a touch aggrieved.

That expression didn’t seem feigned.

Jiang Yan observed him carefully for a moment, silently took a deep breath.

Forget it, she might be overthinking.

She hoped she was overthinking…