Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies
Chapter 327 - Chapter 327 Chapter 325 More of Such Cold Weapons

Chapter 327: Chapter 325: More of Such Cold Weapons Chapter 327: Chapter 325: More of Such Cold Weapons Jiang Yan withdrew her thoughts and glanced at Song Haitao and the others, who were still unconscious outside the hibernation pod. “Doctor Lin, are they okay?”

“Just a moment, let me check on them again.” Lin Xiaohui examined each of their eyes and took their pulse before she rummaged through a mess of equipment from a row of wall-mounted cabinets.

This room had an emergency backup power source, so everything was working fine.

After Lin Xiaohui finished checking them, she frowned slightly. “Jiang Yan, Old Zhao, we can’t remove these tubes from their bodies just yet.”

Although she didn’t understand the function of the tubes, she could see that the densely packed tubes were connected to the hibernation pods. Given their previous confinement, it was highly probable they were used for oxygen and nutrient delivery.

Sun Jingtao and Song Qian looked shocked. “Does that mean they can’t leave this place?”

Doctor Lin didn’t answer immediately. She pondered with a furrowed brow before replying:

“No, they just need to adapt to the current environment. They’ve been in such a state for a while, and their bodies are very weak. If they were suddenly moved to a new environment, their bodily functions could suffer severe damage.”

A weight sank in Jiang Yan’s heart.

She had been persisting with all kinds of training during this time.

But indeed, she hadn’t seen Song Haitao and the others for a while.

She had thought that he was out with Mo Jingsheng and the others and hadn’t expected that they were imprisoned here.

As for Jiang Ye, they had lost contact a long time ago.

“It looks like we can only wait for them to wake up to understand the truth,” Jiang Yan said, then added, “Leave two people to guard this place. The rest, led by Doctor Lin, will pack up these usable medical supplies and take them with us.”

After Jiang Yan finished speaking, she took out a walkie-talkie from her backpack, tuned it, and handed it to Lin Xiaohui: “Call us promptly if there’s any trouble.”

“Okay, Jiang Yan.”

After making arrangements, Jiang Yan turned to Song Qian and the others, “Shall we head to the ammunition depot?”

“Sure.” Song Qian bent down, removed the Cutting Gun from the engine, and held it in his hand.

He then reached out to pick up the engine, only to realize that, despite its small size, it was heavy.

The engine felt like it weighed at least fifty or sixty kilograms, very heavy.

Recalling how Jiang Yan effortlessly took it out just now, he was secretly astonished for a moment.

Sun Jingtao saw the strain on his face. “Let me do it,” he offered.

Under normal circumstances, Song Qian could carry seventy or eighty kilograms without a problem.

However, he had been somewhat injured earlier and had spent a good while punching and kicking outside, his strength not yet fully recovered.

Zhao Yougong looked at the equipment in their hands, amazed. “Xiao Song, where did you get this Plasma Cutting Gun?”

“Found it nearby,” Song Qian said with a smile.

Ye Qing picked up the heavy metal door slab from the ground and said to Sun Jingtao, “Brother Tao, keep some more of these cold weapons handy for when we break down doors later.”

Sun Jingtao was taken aback. “You have guns and knives. Why bother with something so cumbersome?”

He realized then that Ye Qing had been augmented, possessing extraordinary strength.

For him, carrying a metal slab weighing seventy or eighty kilograms might indeed be no different than holding a Fire Axe.

“The temperature outside is too low, and conventional cold weapons are too brittle. As for the guns, best to save them,” Ye Qing said, picking up the metal slab with ease.

“Okay.” Song Qian, Sun Jingtao, and Jiang Yan continued toward the ammunition depot.

Ye Qing and the other two warriors picked up some materials and equipment that could be moved and quickly returned outside.

Inside the outer room, only Mo Shiyao and two warriors, along with Kong Wu, were left.

Kong Wu looked at the once arrogant and confident Miss Mo who was now disheveled, with a vacant stare and mumbling to herself; he couldn’t help but sigh.

“Miss Mo, would you like some hot water?” He picked up the pink thermos left by Jiang Yan and offered it to Mo Shiyao.

She slapped it to the ground with a “smack.”

She cursed under her breath with a furious whisper, “Go away.”

The words seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, unsettling to hear.

The thermos rolled on the ground, spilling hot water that instantly turned into ice.

Kong Wu quickly got up to pick it up, his brow furrowing even deeper.

Heavy footsteps came from the passage; Kong Wu was about to speak when suddenly, the brightness at the door leading to the snowfield dimmed…