The gun lead was settled. Zhang Yi felt a lot lighter. In the apocalypse, with this thing, whether facing humans or monsters, he'd have massive confidence.
The next day, Zhang packed some important items from home into his pocket dimension.
His house was being turned into a safe house, so he'd temporarily move to a hotel.
Early in the morning, three black vans entered Yuelu Community.
Workers from Zhanlong Security, in uniforms, got out and started measuring Zhang's house.
Many neighbors watched, curious.
"Has Zhang Yi lost his mind lately? Why's he causing so much trouble?""A colleague of mine laughed, 'Yeah, the other day at the supermarket, I saw him buy three carts full of food!'"Haha! You'd think the apocalypse is coming. Stocking so much food—won't it all go to waste?""Maybe he's mentally unstable!"
People didn't understand Zhang's strange behavior, but no one cared—they just saw him as a joke.Even Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining thought he was crazy.Lin Caining suddenly realized, "I get it now! No wonder he ate at that three-Michelin-starred restaurant. He's lost his mind!"
Fang Yuqing frowned, annoyed.Thinking back to that day—she'd 主动搭讪 Zhang, helped him push all that stuff home, her feet aching. It made her furious."What is Zhang Yi even doing?"Lin Caining worried, "He promised to treat us to a big meal. He won't forget, right?"She'd been looking forward to that three-Michelin-starred meal!Fang Yuqing scoffed, "Forget it! Look how crazy he's acting. I wouldn't go even if he invited me.""What if people see us eating with him? So embarrassing!"She planned to marry a rich guy—she couldn't ruin her reputation.Lin Caining, unwilling but helpless, gave up.
Zhang, though, didn't care what the neighbors thought.In a month, they'd see who the real joke was.
Zhang left home and drove to the Walmart warehouse.It was Monday—time to work, and time to scout the warehouse for his future heist.
The Walmart warehouse was in the Economic Development Zone, on the edge of Tianhai City.Land was cheap here, so many big companies had warehouses here—even some pharmaceutical firms.This made it easy for Zhang to get special drugs later.
At the Walmart warehouse, Zhang clocked in as usual.As the supervisor, he knew every inch of this place.Every warehouse, every shelf—he could list them by heart.Usually, he found this place boring.But today, looking at the massive warehouses and billions of yuan worth of supplies, he was thrilled.Soon, all this would be his—vital resources for the apocalypse.
As Walmart's South China main warehouse, the supplies here were beyond imagination.There were tens of thousands of cases of Coca-Cola alone!The warehouse covered over a million square meters, packed with all kinds of daily necessities.Food, clothes, tools—even cars, drones, diesel generators, and gasoline.If a supermarket sold it, you could find it here.
Zhang had worked here for years, knowing every shelf's contents.He also knew the shift schedules and camera positions.The surveillance was tight, but he knew the loopholes—he could disable the entire system in ten minutes.Then, using his pocket dimension, he'd take everything!
But he didn't act yet.Time was plentiful, and he didn't want to tip anyone off.After a quick tour, he left.
He went to the neighboring Ruining Pharmaceutical warehouse, a pack of Huanghelou cigarettes in his pocket.He knew the staff here—they worked in the same area.Zhang found Zhou Hairun, a warehouse manager there.They knew each other well.In big company warehouses, there were always people stealing from the inventory.Zhou Hairun's brother-in-law was a vice president at Ruining Group, so he often stole drugs to sell.
Zhang chatted with Zhou, then hinted at his goal—getting some boxes of special emergency drugs.Zhou was wary at first.But when Zhang offered double the market price, Zhou couldn't resist.
For a normal person, half of those drugs would last a lifetime.With the drugs secured, Zhang had almost all the supplies he needed for the apocalypse.
With less than a month until the end, he had no desire to work.He went to the warehouse manager's office and lied: a distant grandfather had died, and he needed twenty days off for the funeral.Zhang was popular, and his relationship with the manager was good.Even though the leave was excessive, he got it without hassle.
Next, Zhang planned to relax in a five-star hotel, waiting for his supplies to arrive and his safe house to be built.
Leaving the manager's office, he saw Fang Yuqing pouring coffee, her hips swaying.She had the "green-tea" flair—flirty to the core.Pouring coffee, she still swayed her hips, attracting young men to fawn over her.A man named Zhou Peng, grinning, invited her to a Jay Chou concert, waving tickets.Zhang remembered Zhou Peng well—they lived in the same community.He was Fang Yuqing's loyal simp, and one of the people who'd killed Zhang in his previous life.