Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Sir, the situation is dire! A huge wave of zombies is pouring out of the alley on the east side, and we can't keep up with the arrows!"

Suddenly, the Flying Tigers' urgent voice came through the walkie-talkie, with the muffled sound of a crossbow string being released and the hoarse roar of a zombie in the background.

Lin Mo frowned slightly, then stepped on the ground and soared into the air.

Once on the rooftop, I looked around.

At the end of the street, a dark mass of zombies surged in like a tide.

"Fuck, so many!"

The number of zombies far exceeded Lin Mo's expectations.

Several neighborhoods nearby poured out, numbering at least several thousand.

Although the Flying Tigers' crossbows were unerring, there were simply too many zombies. As the front ranks fell, the rear ranks immediately surged forward, stepping over the corpses, and the defensive line began to crumble.

"How's the unpacking going?"

Lin Mo pressed the intercom.

"One-third of it has been demolished!"

"We won't demolish it."

Lin Mo made a decisive decision: the equipment was still there and wouldn't be lost; he could just come back later.

If a person dies here, they will lose everything.

"Stop dismantling, and retreat under alternating cover according to the pre-arranged plan."

The walkie-talkies came through with crisp and efficient responses from the group leaders.

The Flying Tigers quickly put away their wrenches and crowbars, slung their crossbows over their shoulders, and gathered in an orderly fashion in the middle of the factory according to the retreat formation they had practiced beforehand.

Seeing that it was about time, Lin Mo jumped up from the factory building.

It vanished like a blur, storing all the disassembled equipment into its space.

In just a few seconds, a third of the equipment in the huge factory workshop disappeared!

With a flash, he arrived beside the assembled group. After confirming that no one had fallen behind, he grabbed everyone's thoughts and brought them back to World One.

Lin Mo ordered everyone to rest, and then arranged a room for Su Wanqing.

He went alone to a nearby giant warehouse.

This warehouse was a transit station specially built by Lin Mo to store and transport goods.

All the equipment, such as machine tools, cutting machines, and transformers, were taken out of the space and placed in the warehouse according to their categories and codes.

Looking at the equipment scattered all over the ground, he frowned slightly, planning to bring over a batch of people from World Two as soon as possible.

These modern machines are beyond the capabilities of craftsmen in Lianhai County. Assembly, debugging, operation, and maintenance all require experienced technicians; it's impossible to expect him to do everything himself.

With this thought in mind, he went to Lianhai Restaurant, ate a simple meal, gave Long Qingxue a few instructions on government affairs, and then traveled back to World Two alone once again.

Their landing point was still the same factory building as before. As soon as they appeared, a hoarse roar rang out from the corner.

The zombies, smelling the scent of living people, pounced frantically from the shadows.

Lin Mo didn't even glance at them. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and with a leap, he kicked open the tin roof and landed steadily on the eaves.

The group of zombies below scrambled together, stretching out their withered arms and waving futilely at the roof.

After surveying the area from his vantage point and confirming there were no threats at the level of mutated beasts, he ignored them and turned to leap across the rooftops towards the airport to the south.

Next, Lin Mo plans to find out about the military region's layout by going to see Su Wanqing's older sister, Guan Xue, before sneaking in.

He came here to acquire weapons, not to antagonize those people in the military region.

No matter how skilled one is in martial arts, one is still afraid of a kitchen knife, let alone a weapon that can treat all beings equally.

Upon arriving near the airport, Lin Mo brought Su Wanqing over and found an abandoned Nezha Magic Drink Milk Tea shop to stay in.

Wanqing!

Find Guan Xue and tell her that someone wants to make a deal with her.

In exchange for some intelligence, we'll trade five tons of clean water.

If you're willing to make the deal, come see me within half an hour. No exceptions!

"good!"

Su Wanqing nodded in agreement and walked alone toward the airport camp not far away.

As soon as Su Wanqing returned to the airport shelter, several familiar teammates immediately surrounded her.

She looked so striking today.

His clothes were clean, without a speck of dust or blood, and his hair was no longer the tangled, disheveled mess it used to be. You could even see his original skin color on his face.

Who can dress themselves up like this in the apocalypse?

Unless a mineral water warehouse is discovered.

"Wanqing, what's wrong with you?"

A short-haired woman was the first to approach, looking her up and down several times.

"You're aware of large-scale water sources?"

A slightly younger girl nearby leaned closer, sniffed it, and widened her eyes:

"Your body..."

body wash?

"Wanqing, you haven't discovered a warehouse of some large supermarket, have you?"

Another person joined in the commotion, and someone even asked her if she had gotten close to some high-ranking member of the safe zone, otherwise why would she be dressed so neatly?

Su Wanqing was overwhelmed by their barrage of questions. She casually replied that she was lucky to have stumbled upon a wealthy survivor camp where they had given her a shower, and then pushed her way through the crowd toward Guan Xue's office.

Arriving at the office.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, and a crisp "Come in" came from inside.

Su Wanqing pushed open the door and entered. Guan Xue was sitting behind a dilapidated desk, cleaning her gun. The stiff barrel and receiver were disassembled and spread out on the table. Her movements were skilled and her expression was focused.

She subconsciously looked up at Su Wanqing, and when she saw her clean appearance, her hand movements visibly paused, and she raised her eyebrows.

"What are you doing...?"

What large water source has been discovered?

Why are you taking a shower?

Guan Xue put down the gun barrel in her hand and scanned Su Wanqing from head to toe with her gaze.

Su Wanqing shook her head and walked to the desk, where she stood.

"Boss!"

It is not a water source.

He was a wealthy survivor who, wanting me to return with a message, took the initiative to befriend me by letting me take a bath at his place.

"To deliver a message?"

Guan Xue's expression changed from surprise to alertness.

"What message should I convey?"

"The other party wants to make a deal with us."

Su Wanqing leaned forward slightly and repeated Lin Mo's conditions word for word.

"If you let him know some information, he'll give us five tons of clean water."

Five tons of water.

Guan Xue jumped to her feet. What does five tons of water even mean?

The amount of water from about one water truck is enough to sustain several hundred people at the entire airport camp for half a month.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her surging excitement, sat down again, and began to question Su Wanqing in detail about the man's background.

Su Wanqing gave a general account, of course completely concealing the fact that Lin Mo could travel between worlds. She only mentioned that the other party also had a survivor base, which was not large but very wealthy, with water and electricity.

As for what information the other party wanted to find out, she said she didn't know.

He simply told Guan Xue that the man was waiting at the Nezha Magic Drink Milk Tea shop outside the airport, and they could talk face-to-face when they met.