The third basement level is a warehouse, which is more than ten times larger than the six floors above.
The grain and oil warehouse, the military uniform and supplies warehouse, and the building and decoration materials warehouse can all be opened directly with the universal key given by Tang Fei.
There are thousands of boxes of various canned meats, fish, fruits, and nuts, many of which were produced in the last two years.
Coffee, sugar, salt, oil, various alcoholic beverages, dried fruit, grains, dehydrated vegetables, milk powder, several hundred tons.
Military uniforms, boots, gloves, tents, fabrics, etc., numbering in the thousands.
Pots, pans, bowls, cups, spoons, knives, various small appliances, and miscellaneous items occupied a corner.
Various types of boards, steel, underfloor heating materials, and decoration materials filled two large rooms.
Surprisingly, there were also medicines produced after the natural disaster, including anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs, hemostatic and analgesic drugs, antibiotics, iodine, alcohol, surgical instruments, and so on.
Zuo Ling took 70% and kept 30%.
In addition, there was a parts and tools warehouse, which was completely searched. Hundreds of generators were found inside, including diesel and gasoline generators, as well as dozens of small wind turbines.
The remaining two warehouses have a very high security level and cannot be opened with a master key.
The high-rise buildings are burned into charcoal rods, rendering fingerprint and iris scanners useless.
Flamethrower, high-speed drill, sulfuric acid, crowbar... they used every trick in the book and exerted tremendous effort to finally open the door.
The warehouse was smaller, about fifty square meters, and filled with wooden crates from bottom to top, making up more than half of the room.
Unboxing! It's glittering with gold! Oh, it's Alibaba's treasure trove!
It's full of gold bars and gold bricks! We're rich! We're rich!!
The value of so many gold bars is impossible to calculate.
Swallowing hard, I thought, what a pity. If this were before the apocalypse, my wealth would at least place me among the top 500 richest people in the world.
The other is an armory, containing submachine guns, pistols, flamethrowers, shotguns, all kinds of bullets, grenades, bombs, artillery shells, armor-piercing rounds, shoulder-fired cannons...
The arms reserves are more than three times that of the Ding family's armory.
In addition, thousands of tons of gasoline, diesel, and aviation fuel.
"Take it all! Take it all! It's been so long since I've felt this good!" Zuo Ling smiled, her eyes crinkling.
After collecting the items below, Zuo Ling went to the middle level and stored 8 helicopters, 5 amphibious tanks, 5 military Humvees, 10 snow tracked vehicles, and 20 snowmobiles into her space.
After collecting the supplies, we went down to the basement and asked in each room:
"Are there any Chinese people here? Chinese people, come out!"
It wasn't that Zuo Ling was being overly kind; rather, faced with natural disasters that were beyond human control, fewer and fewer people could survive. There was a need to leave some seeds for humanity so that life would be more meaningful.
But instead of being kind, they released everyone.
She didn't care whether the Chinese who came out first would release the rest.
When I asked the first time, the room was quiet and no one answered.
"Are there any Chinese people here? No, I'm leaving now."
I asked several times before I finally got a response.
A woman, so thin she was practically skin and bones, rushed to the door and timidly asked:
"You...you're Chinese?"
Judging from her accent, she seems to be from Kyoto.
Zuo Ling didn't answer, but instead asked, "Journey to the West?"
Being able to speak a few words of Chinese is nothing special; if you don't know the Four Great Classical Novels of Chinese literature, you're definitely not Chinese.
The woman paused, a glint in her eyes: "Sun Wukong,"
Zuo Ling looked at her, the woman's voice urgent: "Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing..."
She racked her brains, trying to recall a few more names from Journey to the West.
Zuo Ling opened the door:
"There's food and clothing in the basement. Hurry up and get them, or someone else will take them."
The woman hesitated, afraid to leave: "Can we really leave? They...they're all dead? You killed them?"
Zuo Ling's patience was running out: "Whether you go or not is up to you."
The more you talk, the more you expose, and releasing people is already asking for trouble.
Their conversation could be heard clearly from the next room, and someone shouted:
"I am a Chinese."
Zuo Ling ignored her and went to the next room, asking, "Dream of the Red Chamber."
"Cao Xueqin, Jia Baoyu..."
The doors opened one by one, and each room had a different problem.
In the end, a total of eight Chinese women were released, one of whom was pregnant.
Each time someone was released, Zuo Ling would send them underground to retrieve supplies.
Someone was pulling Zuo Ling, preventing her from leaving:
"Are you from the military? Are you here to rescue us? Can you take us home?"
Zuo Ling coldly pulled her away: "No, I just do a good deed occasionally."
Undeterred, the woman turned to Pei Nansheng for help:
"Please, take me with you. I'll do anything you want. Please, please..."
She tilted her head back, trying her best to put on a pitiful expression, but little did she know that she was so thin that she was almost unrecognizable, and there was no beauty to speak of.
What kind of time is this to still use this kind of trick on men?
Zuo Ling pulled out a gun and pressed it against her forehead, coldly saying, "Are you trying to fool us into thinking we're too scared to shoot?"
The woman was so frightened that she let go and dared not linger any longer.
The women in the other rooms initially watched coldly, but when they realized that someone had actually been released, they made Gong'er knock on the door and shout something.
Zuo Ling couldn't understand what she was saying; she was simply pleading for them to be let out.
Zuo Ling ignored her. Her kindness had its limits; she had already released the Chinese people out of consideration for their shared origins.
Then, we went down to the second basement level.
Similarly, they knocked on doors one by one: "Are there any Chinese people here? Chinese people, come out."
There was a commotion inside, but no one answered.
Anyone who has been abroad knows that China's international standing is not high, and incidents of Chinese people being humiliated occur frequently.
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