Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 314 - Chapter 314 Chapter 312 Yaoben Base Crisis 6

Chapter 314: Chapter 312 Yaoben Base Crisis 6 Chapter 314: Chapter 312 Yaoben Base Crisis 6 “Oh?” Jiang Yan let out a cold laugh,

“Who would have thought that the notorious Yaoben Base and the infamous Flame Base are secretly as close as family!”

The so-called opportunity for eternal youth that Mo Shuaifeng mentioned sent a chill down her spine.

She remembered the young-faced but old-voiced Dr. Chu Hui she met while resting at the snow mountain cabin.

A grandson’s body, whose core had been replaced by his grandfather.

Then she thought about those perfect corpses soaking in pure formalin at the Anming Sky Hotel, and the organs…

Jiang Yan felt a surge of stomach acid churning wildly within her belly.

As for the gold in the Beautiful Country treasury that Mo Shuaifeng talked about, it was clear that Yaoben Base had indeed been infiltrated by the enemy.

And the infiltrator was none other than Mo Jingsheng’s own grandfather, his own brother!

As for Mo Shiyao, it was unknown.

However, there were still many things that Jiang Yan couldn’t make sense of, but now was not the time for her to ponder these.

She took a deep breath, reined in her thoughts, withdrew the tranquilizer gun into Space, and with a thought, preselected a few flash bombs and smoke bombs, also instructing Hua Bao in advance on the timing of their deployment.

Seeing her continue with an unperturbed expression, Mo Shuaifeng’s face could not hang on. He threw the cooperation document onto the table with a “smack” and scoffed,

“Since Miss Jiang is a wise person, it’s best for you to recognize the situation. After all, Flame Base has some of your old acquaintances! Young Master Xue will surely treat you well! Moreover–”

His tone shifted sharply, “If you’re dead, no matter how many resources you hold in your hands, it will be of no help!”

“Yes, Xiao Jiang, Space Station and the Catastrophe Simulation Laboratory are all under our control. Your resistance and struggle are utterly futile!

Join us, and I, Mo Zhongcheng, personally guarantee that you will enjoy endless glory and wealth for life!”

Elder Mo also stood up, his finger lightly twisted, and the dragon-headed cane he held in his hand suddenly revealed a very short barrel.

Jiang Yan snorted with disdain, “Mo Zhongcheng, such an ironic name!”

“And, a traitor, he has character?!”

As she finished speaking, she telepathically instructed Hua Bao, “Get ready!”

“Okay, Mommy!” Hua Bao retracted its crimson tongue, closed its mouth, and deflated its fangs back.

About its vines, apart from the two left to protect Jiang Yan, ten others positioned themselves – four aimed at the four snipers on the ceiling.

Two targeted Mo Shuaifeng and Mo Zhongcheng, with the remaining vines stationed two each in the conference room and behind the partition wall.

“Xiao Jiang, speaking like that is impolite,” Mo Zhongcheng’s amiable look vanished in a second, replaced by relentless and ominous depths in his eyes.

“Kurt–”

“Kurt–”

“…”

The faint sound of firearms being loaded came from above the ceiling.

Jiang Yan’s front and back hearts were each targeted by two overlapping red dots.

To be exact, it was the two vines of Hua Bao that were targeted.

It’s just that the vines were transparent, so the red dots stayed on her chest.

“Xiao Jiang, what do you say?” Elder Mo’s wrinkled mouth twisted malevolently.

Then, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the door.

The metal door was soundproof, but Jiang Yan, with her excellent hearing, still heard gunshots.

Outside, a gun battle was happening–a sizable gun battle.

A crew-cut man, who had been silent at the conference table, quickly rose to his feet with a grave expression, picked up a pad, and strode briskly to Mo Zhongcheng and Mo Shuaifeng, whispering a few words to them.

“What we can’t have, we’d rather destroy than let Mo Jingsheng have it!” Mo Shuaifeng raised his hand towards Jiang Yan, “Catch her for me!”

Jiang Yan let out a cold laugh, with a thought, her hands swiftly reached back, producing a PKM light machine gun with a 250-round magazine…