Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 2107 Train Carriage Firepower, Tripled Upgrade!
north.

Since yesterday's broadcast about the sea fog disaster and the return of ocean zombies to land.

Sales at basic food supply stores in the northern outer city commercial district have surged.

There are people queuing up from morning till night.

Because basic food stores are open 24 hours a day, people are still buying food even at three or four in the morning.

The kitchen of the shop.

Giant mixers and large ovens operate continuously.

Even with the air conditioning on, the temperature inside exceeded 35 degrees Celsius, and the kitchen staff were all sweating profusely, unable to stop working.

Zhao Shengnan poured the washed sweet potatoes into a food processor to grind them.

The crusher made a loud noise when it was running.

beep-

After the crusher pulverized the sweet potatoes, she pushed the pieces into a grinder to further grind them into powder.

She mixed the ground powder with corn flour and potato flour in a fixed ratio, and added appropriate amounts of sugar, salt, and cooking oil.

Finally, add the chopped sweet potato leaves and vegetable leaves, and continue stirring.

She put the mixed dough into the machine to knead it.

After the machine has finished kneading, it automatically cuts the dough into equal-sized dough pieces.

These dough pieces were then handed over to another kitchen worker, who placed them in an oven to bake.

In addition, next to this huge logistics kitchen, there is a room covering 100 square meters.

The room was piled high with staple foods such as sweet potatoes and corn.

Inside, many people were washing sweet potatoes, vegetables, and other ingredients.

A worker wearing gloves wiped the sweat from his brow as he scrubbed sweet potatoes with a brush.

He looked up at the man opposite him who was also washing sweet potatoes and said:

"Wang Peng, wanna smoke?"

Wang Peng looked up and glanced to the side, seeing a row of baskets filled with washed sweet potatoes.

He took inventory and nodded, saying:
"Okay, this should be enough for Zhao Shengnan and the others for the next round. Let's rest for a few minutes!"

He washed the sweet potato in his hand clean and took it off his hand.

The area was covered in water, and they pushed open the kitchen door, stepping through the waterlogged ground.

Close the door.

The mechanical noise in the kitchen immediately decreased significantly.

Wang Peng leaned against the wall and sat down.

The cleaner, Liu Dong, took out a pack of corn silk cigarettes from his pocket, shook out two, and handed one to Wang Peng.

Wang Peng took it and wiped the salt from the corner of his eye.

The kitchen staff have been incredibly busy these past two days, working around the clock.

The sweat on my body would dry and then get wet again, and over time my body would be covered in salt crystals.

ba da~
He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, letting the nicotine permeate his lungs. His mind gradually calmed down, his thoughts drifted away, and he felt much more relaxed.

call--

He slowly exhaled the smoke, gazing at the row of shops across the street.

The commercial district in the North is also expanding, from one main street to four streets.

The basic food supply store was located in the center of the street where it all started.

His location was at the back of the store. Originally, there weren't many people there, but after it expanded into four streets, there were also quite a few shops opposite the kitchen.

However, the foot traffic is still not as high as on the main street.

He didn't talk to the other support worker; when you're exhausted to a certain extent, you become unwilling to speak.

When they had almost finished smoking a cigarette, another cleaning worker, Liu Dong, couldn't help but say:

"Damn it, these past two days have been exhausting. Why did those bastards buy so many tortillas? Are they idiots?!"

Where could they go after leaving the North? And if they don't leave, eating so much cold food won't taste good.

Wang Peng nodded with a wry smile and said, "I don't understand either, but it should be fine in a few days."

He finished his last puff of cigarette, stood up, patted his slightly numb thighs, and said, "Three more hours on the job, then we'll be off. Hang in there a little longer."

"Hmm." Liu Dong nodded helplessly.

The two returned to the kitchen and continued their cleaning work.

The main store that supplies basic food.

Anticipating a surge in demand for tortillas over the next two days, the shop opened four more windows, bringing the total number of sales windows to 15.

This store occupies the largest area in the entire commercial district.

Daily sales are also the highest, and even on ordinary days, this place attracts the most people.

Long lines formed outside the store.

Sudden.

An argument broke out at one of the windows.

The commotion caught the attention of Zhao Qianyi, the store manager. She walked over to window number 13, frowned, and asked the sales clerk:
"what happens?"

The saleswoman replied, feeling wronged:

"Manager Zhao, this guy insists on buying 50 tortillas! I've already told him the limit is 20 tortillas per person! He insists on 50, and he won't listen to anything I say!"

As she spoke, she pointed to a man outside the door with a fierce-looking face and a menacing expression.

As the crowd grew larger and larger, it even affected other people's ability to queue up and buy things.

Zhao Qianyi said to the man:

"I'm sorry, you should have heard the announcement. The limit is twenty tortillas per person, so I can't give you fifty at once!"

The man, with his nostrils flared, greedily glanced at Zhao Qianyi's chest.

"I don't care, I earned these points by exchanging them for food. I need to exchange them for food now, because I'm leaving tomorrow. Hurry up and exchange them for me!"

Zhao Qianyi took a deep breath and said, "It can't be changed."

The man blocked the window with his body, saying, "If you can't change it, I'll just stand here!"

He blocked window number 13, severely impacting the queue of people behind him.

This caused many people to complain.

"What the hell are you doing? Didn't you hear I told you there's a purchase limit? Get out of the way."

"Yes, can't you understand human language?"

"Damn it, what a lunatic!"

"Just wait and see, we'll definitely teach him a lesson later."

Seeing that it was affecting the normal sales at window number 13, Zhao Qianyi ignored him and picked up the walkie-talkie, saying, "There's someone causing trouble here. Please have the patrol team come and help."

The man must have been new to the North; instead of being afraid, he mocked:

"What? You think you can scare me? Do you think your grandpa Niu is easily frightened?"
Even in the apocalypse, reason still matters. I used points to buy cakes; why shouldn't I get them?

Zhao Qianyi ignored him and turned to leave.

She had other things to do.

The burly man, enraged that Zhao Qianyi was ignoring him, stood at the window and began to curse loudly:

"Damn it! #￥&￥￥*&**()"

The language was foul and extremely offensive.

Just then, he felt someone grab his neck.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you grab my neck!" he cursed as he turned around, but as he continued cursing, he was like a duck with its throat being choked, unable to utter a word.

He saw a man in a patrol uniform grabbing his neck from behind, while three other patrol members held automatic rifles to his forehead.

Sweat streamed down his forehead.

Who could stay calm with a gun pointed at their head?

"Follow us!"

Seeing this, the man tried to smooth things over, saying, "No, sir, please be the judge. I just wanted to buy 50 tortillas. It's not my fault that they won't sell them to me."

"go!"

The gun was pressed hard against his forehead.

He quickly begged for mercy:

"No, it's not my fault, hey hey hey, I'll be good, okay? I'll be good, okay?"

In a flash, he ducked and tried to escape, but a patrolman grabbed him by the back of his collar. "Move again, and I'll shoot you!"

"I know I was wrong. It's not a big deal, can we just let it go?"

"One last time, are you coming or not?"

"Oh."

After half an hour.

The man walked out of the Northern Patrol building.

His face was ashen.

Looking at the patrol building behind him, he spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

"Damn it, the patrol team deducted all of your points, you old cow!"

"I worked so hard to move all that stuff in, and all the points I accumulated are gone now!"

As he cursed, a wicked idea popped into his head.

But the next second, he remembered the warning the patrolmen inside had given him.

"If you get caught causing trouble again, you'll be executed immediately!"

Looking back on the patrolman's tone, it didn't sound fake.

He glanced at the cameras around him and instantly became timid.

"Damn it."

He looked up to the sky and sighed; now all his plans had been ruined.

Ever since that news was broadcast.

The oil city, headquarters base, and Oriental Paradise are the areas that are experiencing the most activity, while the impact on the northern border is relatively small.

As for the northwest, there was almost no disturbance.

Firstly, the sea fog was the last to spread there, and secondly, the population there was relatively small to begin with, and most of them were migrants.

Very few survivors joined later.

time flies.

Three days later.

The number of people purchasing basic food supplies reached its peak.

Furthermore, the entry and exit registration office also showed that the number of people entering the city from the camphor tree base area has decreased.

However, the number of people who decreased was very small.

However, this also means that some people were influenced by the broadcast and fled.

Two more days passed.

Sales at essential food stores have declined but returned to a state of stable growth.

This means that the news broadcasts, after a week of intense activity, have finally eased.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters base...

Li Yu also obtained the latest population data.

"Xiaoyu, the total population of the Great Camphor Tree faction is now 102 million. Compared to last week, the population is still on the rise, increasing by 1.5 people."

"Compared to the previous rate of increase, the number of people who increased last week was 1 fewer than expected."

Li Yu nodded and looked at his second uncle, saying:

"So, news of the sea fog disaster has spread to around 1 people?"

"Pretty much, minimal impact." Uncle turned a page and continued:

"Overall, the population is still rising, and food sales have returned to a stable growth rate, without the explosive growth seen a few days ago."

call--

Li Yu nodded and let out a long sigh of relief.

"This matter is over now."

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the chief's office in the administration building, gazing at the research building across the street not far away.

They remembered Huang Guangbiao and Huang Guangqi, the two culprits behind this incident.

So I casually asked:

"Where are Huang Guangbiao and Huang Guangqi?"

Are they still at headquarters? Or have they already left?

My second uncle was also following this matter and happened to know about it.

replied:
"They left the headquarters in the big camphor tree three days ago. When they left, they exchanged most of their points for cornbread and also bought some other supplies."

Li Yu's eyes were indifferent, as if he had no emotions at all.

"Understood. In the Great Camphor Tree system, blacklist these two individuals, along with their immediate family members who left with them, and prohibit them from entering any Great Camphor Tree base!"

"Fine!" Uncle's eyes turned cold.

If Li Yu hadn't considered the feelings of the other researchers, and if he had followed his usual methods, neither of them would have been able to leave the camphor tree alive.

Now that the base is larger and its organizational structure is more mature, it takes into account many aspects.

Therefore, Li Yu is no longer as bloodthirsty and reckless as before.

Tuk Tuk——

There was a sudden knock on the office door.

Li Yu called out, "Come in."

Tread-tap-

Old Zhou walked in carrying a stack of documents.

"Commander, I have something I'd like to report to you."

"Speak," Li Yu said, his back to him.

"Take a look at this," Old Zhou continued.

"The No. 1 Doomsday Train is now halfway through its journey, but after research by our military industry experts, we plan to further enhance its weapon systems."

Upon hearing this, Li Yu turned around and took the documents from Lao Zhou's hand.

The detailed adjustment plan is written on it.

Old Zhou stood opposite Li Yu, explaining as he spoke:

"In the revised plan, in addition to adding a spiked ramming car in front of the locomotive, we also plan to add a weapons car."

The heavy machine gun above was replaced with a close-in weapon system.

Furthermore, every five freight cars were specially equipped with a weapons car, with 105mm cannons, a 127mm anti-aircraft heavy machine gun, twenty shoulder-fired anti-aircraft rounds, ten heavy machine guns, and two mortars placed on both sides.

In addition, a separate drone deployment platform needs to be set up.

The 105mm cannon and anti-aircraft machine gun are designed to rotate 360 ​​degrees.

"

Old Zhou continued, speaking eloquently:
"In addition, two additional carriages will be added, one for armored vehicles and one for repair vehicles, so that if the tracks malfunction or the train stops for other reasons when sea fog arrives, these vehicles can go down to the front for repairs."

Li Yu looked at the list of weapons that had been added, as well as various other items.

I couldn't help but ask:

"That means the train's firepower has at least tripled, right?"

"More or less," Old Zhou nodded.
"Based on Xiao Jun's assessment of the zombies, as well as the assessment by the Zombie Research Institute, our original train modification plan is no longer applicable. We must increase firepower to ensure the train can continue to run normally in the sea fog."

After thinking for a moment, Li Yu asked, "In that case, how many carriages would the entire train have?"

Old Zhou swallowed hard, his throat dry.

"It will probably reach 135 to 150 carriages."

The total carrying capacity is approximately 10,000 tons.

"Can the power system pull it?" Li Yu asked.

Old Zhou laughed and said, "Absolutely no problem."

Li Yu closed the document in his hand and handed it back to Lao Zhou.

"In that case, it's approved. If you have any further modifications planned, you can let me know."

"Okay, Chief."

Old Zhou took the document and turned to leave.

As they learn more about the zombies in the ocean, their response plans are constantly being adjusted.

They wanted to be as well-prepared as possible when the sea fog arrived and the zombies returned to land.

(End of this chapter)