Chen Yu drove his car at high speed through the snow. With more than a meter of snow and temperatures below minus thirty degrees Celsius, there were probably few people in this southern city besides Chen Yu who had the means to travel.
This allowed him to travel unimpeded and without fear of being attacked.
The extreme cold and snow also dampened the residents' enthusiasm last night.
The city was deathly silent. Apart from announcements broadcast over the city's loudspeakers to reassure the public, the sound of Chen Yu's car engine was particularly jarring.
However, as he drove through some residential areas, he attracted curious onlookers who peered through the glass.
But the dense snow made it impossible for them to see the outside world, let alone make out Chen Yu's appearance.
In this unrestrained environment, Chen Yu felt a rare sense of freedom.
Continuing along the predetermined route, his destination was a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
Before the disaster, it was an important logistics hub and should have stored a large amount of supplies.
As for why it is "should" instead of "certain"?
That's because in his past life's memories, after several days of blizzards, those low-rise buildings had long been buried under thick snow, making them impossible to access.
At least before he left Zhongyang City, he had not heard any news about the logistics center being unearthed.
In his previous life, due to food shortages, he had to leave Zhongyang City with a group of refugees shortly after the extreme cold disaster.
Later, by a twist of fate, he joined the "Spark Base," which was hundreds of kilometers away from Anping, while Zhongyang was controlled by a force called "Hope Camp."
Therefore, he was not actually very clear about the subsequent situation of Zhongyang City in the apocalypse.
Chen Yu's thoughts drifted away in the cold wind, but he kept a steady grip on the steering wheel.
The car glided across the snow, leaving a trail that stood out like a lonely mark in the empty city, but it was soon buried by the wind and snow.
After more than an hour's journey, Chen Yu finally arrived at a large logistics center on the outskirts of the city.
At first glance, the entire logistics center was covered with a thick layer of snow.
The once towering warehouse and surrounding buildings appeared exceptionally heavy under the weight of the accumulated snow, yet they still stood firm, as if telling the story of their former glory.
After confirming that no one was there, he continued driving the sled deeper into the logistics center.
Soon, the sled arrived at the warehouse entrance.
Chen Yu stopped the car, took a deep breath of the cold air, and felt the quiet and solemn atmosphere around him.
Then, he took out an entrenching tool and began clearing the snow.
As the snow was gradually cleared away, the original outline of the warehouse entrance slowly came into view.
He took out a cutting machine and used brute force to cut the lock on the warehouse, then pushed open the warehouse door.
He turned on his flashlight, illuminating the interior of the warehouse.
The room was filled with all sorts of supplies, from food to daily necessities.
These supplies were the lifeblood of the city before the disaster, but now they've become Chen Yu's possession, which makes Chen Yu feel a little embarrassed.
"Anyway, these will all be buried under the thick snow in a few days. I'm just trying to avoid wasting them," Chen Yu comforted himself.
Admittedly, this was one of the reasons Chen Yu came to collect these supplies, but did he really lack supplies?
Of course he has plenty. Through the "zero-yuan purchase" before the catastrophe, the resources in his other-dimensional space are not inexhaustible, but they can at least support a few small cities for decades.
Although Chen Yu wouldn't complain about having too many resources in the apocalypse, it shouldn't be to the point that he has to compete with the people for profit.
The main reason he came to "rescue" supplies at the beginning of the apocalypse was to prevent people from using these supplies to recruit soldiers and build up their own power.
Although with his current firepower, he fears no enemy in the apocalypse, how can he tolerate others snoring beside his bed?
Within his sphere of influence, he does not allow any powerful figures to exist outside his jurisdiction.
To avoid this situation, the best way is to cut off their source of strength and eliminate their means of rise, thus reducing the amount of bloodshed he can cause.
After briefly inventorying the supplies in the warehouse, Chen Yu planned to open his extradimensional space and collect them all.
Suddenly, he sensed something unusual.
He stopped what he was doing, held his breath, and listened.
Outside, the wind and snow seemed to be getting even fiercer.
But amidst this wild song of nature, Chen Yu keenly detected some discordant rustling sounds—someone or something was approaching the warehouse.
He quietly closed the warehouse door, took out his sidearm, and then silently approached the edge of the window to peek out.
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, several dark figures were stealthily gliding towards this direction on skateboards.
"Here it is!" A man called out to his companions as he spotted Chen Yu's sled.
Soon, several people gathered around.
"What a great thing! Damn, with this, it'll be so much easier for us brothers to haul things." A burly man, his eyes gleaming with greed, stared intently at Chen Yu's sled, as if it were already theirs.
"Let's go in and see what's going on first," a middle-aged man said in a low voice, cautiously observing his surroundings. Although driven by greed, they clearly knew how to proceed with caution.
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