Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Jiang Sicheng led the way, followed closely by He Yunfan. Their flashlight beams swept inside, Song Yi provided cover on the flanks with a gun, and Chen Su brought up the rear. The four of them maintained a defensive formation and entered the hidden storage room one by one.

It's bigger than I imagined, about twenty square meters, and the air is stuffy.

Many cardboard boxes were piled up against the wall, some neatly stacked, others crooked and collapsed, and some documents and waste paper were scattered on the ground.

The beam moved and quickly spotted their target.

Food and water.

Near the inner corner, several bundles of unopened bottled mineral water were neatly stacked, next to several cardboard boxes with familiar instant noodle brand logos printed on them, as well as several boxes of military-grade compressed biscuits and canned luncheon meat.

Although the quantity wasn't particularly large, it was undoubtedly a considerable supply for them struggling to survive in the apocalypse, enough to sustain the team for quite some time.

Chen Su felt a sense of relief; half of the anxiety that had been hanging over her subsided.

At least her intelligence was accurate, and they didn't make a wasted trip.

However, as the beam of light continued to move, Chen Su immediately noticed something was wrong.

Several boxes of instant noodles and biscuits had been torn open, with the packaging bags inside spilling out. There were also some crumbs of biscuits and remnants of instant noodle seasoning packets scattered on the ground, as if they had been haphazardly gnawed on by something.

"The food has been touched," He Yunfan said first in a low voice, his tone serious.

Jiang Sicheng and Song Yi immediately noticed the abnormality. They quickly exchanged a glance, gripped their guns tighter, and became even more vigilant.

"A rat?" Song Yi muttered softly, but the wariness in his eyes did not lessen at all.

Jiang Sicheng gestured for He Yunfan and Chen Su to step back slightly towards the door, while he and Song Yi positioned themselves to the left and right at an angle, their flashlight beams slowly sweeping towards the back of the room behind a mountain of cardboard boxes and miscellaneous items.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the deliberately soft breathing and footsteps of a few people remaining.

Dust particles danced in the beam of light.

In the deepest corner of the room, several larger, empty cardboard boxes were piled up, forming a relatively secluded space.

Just as the beam of light shone through, a blurry dark figure behind the pile of cardboard boxes seemed to be startled.

A sudden tremor!

"ah!!"

A short, sharp scream filled with terror suddenly rang out.

It didn't sound like a zombie's roar; it sounded more like... a human voice.

Immediately afterwards, the dark figure frantically tried to crawl under an old table piled with clutter, but in its haste, it bumped into a cardboard box next to it, making a dull thud!

"Who?!" "Don't move!"

Several sharp shouts rang out at the same time.

In an instant, Jiang Sicheng, Song Yi, and He Yunfan turned their guns around, the three dark muzzles pointing precisely at that corner.

Chen Su was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that her heart stopped. She instinctively covered her mouth, took a half step back, and pressed her back against the cold door frame.

Jiang Sicheng reacted the fastest and calmest.

He steadily raised the gun in his hand, his index finger on the trigger, but did not pull it immediately.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed on the swaying shadow, and his voice was icy: "Come out."

Under the bright beam of the flashlight, the silhouette of the figure hiding under the table gradually became clear.

That was a living person.

A middle-aged man, who looked to be in his forties, was slightly overweight. His hair was a mess, and his face was full of fat. At this moment, he was contorted with fear, and tears were streaming down his face.

He was wearing a blue overall that was covered in oil and dust.

"No, don't shoot! I'm a person! I'm alive! I wasn't bitten! I didn't turn into those monsters! Please... don't kill me... don't kill me!!"

The man cried out, his voice distorted and incoherent. He raised his hands above his head and crawled out from under the table, trembling. His legs were so weak that he almost collapsed to the ground, leaning against the cardboard box behind him, utterly terrified.

Jiang Sicheng's gun barrel didn't lower even slightly because of his pleas; his voice was utterly emotionless: "Name, identity, why are you here?"

"I...I'm Zhao Dahai...I'm from the equipment department of this factory, in charge of...maintenance..." the man stammered, his face covered in tears and snot. He wiped it haphazardly with his dirty sleeve, only making it worse.

"When the virus broke out... I was repairing the ventilation ducts in the basement... Then things went crazy upstairs, everyone was shouting and running... I heard the sounds of those man-eating monsters, I was terrified, too scared to go out... So I hid here along a duct... This place used to keep some spare parts that weren't frequently used, and some leftover bottled water and instant noodles from some factory event... I've survived until now with just these things..."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the food and water piled up beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Song Yi lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly, but his finger remained on the trigger. He muttered under his breath, "Damn, there really is a living person hiding here... That last scare almost scared the soul out of me."

He looked at Jiang Sicheng, seemingly asking for instructions on how to handle the situation.

Chen Su also breathed a sigh of relief, her heart, which had been in her throat, slowly calmed down.

It turned out she wasn't a zombie or any mutated monster, but just a survivor who, like her, was trapped in the factory and had miraculously survived. She was also a maintenance worker at the factory.

She carefully examined Zhao Dahai's face, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar. She might have brushed past him somewhere in the factory, but she couldn't quite remember who he was or what his name was.

In the vast factory, a female assembly line worker and an equipment maintenance worker belong to different worlds and rarely cross paths.

Jiang Sicheng remained silent, his gaze shifting between Zhao Dahai's terrified face and the surrounding environment, seemingly trying to ascertain the truthfulness of his words.

A few seconds later, he spoke again, the coldness in his voice seemingly lessening slightly, but his wariness remained: "Come out. Walk slowly, keep your hands where I can see you."

Zhao Dahai felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled out from behind the cardboard box and staggered to a relatively open space in the center of the room, his hands still raised high and his body still trembling uncontrollably.

"Yunfan, take inventory of the supplies," Jiang Sicheng ordered He Yunfan, his gaze still fixed on Zhao Dahai.

"Yes." He Yunfan put away his gun, walked quickly to the pile of food and water, and began to take inventory.

He first checked the integrity of the packaging, then silently counted the quantities: "Mineral water, five complete bundles, twenty-four bottles per bundle, one hundred and twenty bottles in total. Instant noodles, three flavors, seven boxes in total, twenty-four bags per box. Compressed biscuits, military grade, four full boxes, fifty packs per box. Canned meat, mainly pork and fish, three and a half boxes, twenty-four cans per box. There are also some loose chocolate bars and vacuum-packed braised eggs and ham, not many."

He paused, then added, "Some of the water, instant noodles, and biscuits showed signs of being opened and used, but the amount consumed was not large."

As Chen Su listened to these numbers, she silently calculated them in her mind.

If she were alone and used these supplies sparingly, they might last her a month or two.

But now, with Jiang Sicheng and the other two, plus this newly emerged Zhao Dahai... it's a stretch to divide among five people.

She subconsciously looked at Zhao Dahai.

Sure enough, when Zhao Dahai heard the number He Yunfan announced, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, his ingratiating smile became somewhat stiff, and a trace of anxiety and calculation flashed quickly in his eyes.

He had been hiding here alone before. Although there weren't many supplies, if he used them sparingly, he might be able to last a long time.

But now there are four more people, three of whom are obviously well-equipped, strong men who may consume even more resources... How much of this stuff will he get?

How can he survive?

His gaze became more frequent and uneasy as he swept over the piles of cardboard boxes, lingering particularly long over the boxes of canned meat.

His throat involuntarily bobbed.