Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Old Bi felt an indescribable joy at the thought of returning to Big Camphor Tree Base today.

Finally, we can go back; Oil City is too exhausting.

Old Bi looked at himself in the mirror, haggard and with noticeably more hair.

It’s been too worrying over here in Oil City.

So many people to manage, and all kinds of petty issues.

....

At the same time.

Kun City.

Red River.

Sanshan Village.

After the typhoon, the relationship between Ghost Head, Liu Cunyi, and Zhou Zhisheng has eased a lot.

Rebuilding the homeland.

Replanting.

Facing a home ravaged by the typhoon and natural disaster, although they couldn’t accept it, people are always like this—resilient, standing up again among the ruins.

After splitting up the tasks, they became quite efficient and, in just two days, managed to form a rough outline.

Learning from the typhoon, they’ve decided to build more solid houses, but due to being in a remote mountain area, some construction materials needed to be searched for and transported back.

Liu Cunyi’s brother Liu Cunxi took people out to search for building materials.

Since Liu Cunxi and his group were unfamiliar with the area, the big leader assigned young Adong to accompany them.

There’s a construction company around Red River City, though it’s been long since Doomsday broke out, no one seems to want these building materials.

However, as time passed, some of the building materials here have oxidized.

But after a bit of picking and choosing, they could still find some useful materials.

In the car.

Young Adong pointed to the fork in the road ahead and said to Liu Cunxi, ”Turn right up ahead, then drive for another half an hour, and you’ll be there.”

Liu Cunxi raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy who seemed only sixteen or seventeen, and said, ”Kid, you better not be wrong. Fuel is hard to find now. If we go the wrong way, it’s not just a waste of time but mainly a waste of fuel!”

Young Adong glanced at him from the car; he always disapproved of Liu Cunxi, who was so much older but utterly different from his brother Liu Cunyi, acting recklessly with no sense of decorum.

”I told you, if you can’t complete the task, it’s not my fault,” young Adong replied bluntly, with a somewhat chilly tone.

”Hey, you little brat, how are you talking to me!” Liu Cunxi retorted angrily, frowning at young Adong’s words.

He sat up straight, ready to hit him, but another person from the Liu family whispered to him, ”Brother Cunxi, this young Adong is very favored by the big leader...”

He didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear enough.

If you beat him up and he goes back to complain, the big leader might make things difficult, messing up important matters.

Liu Cunxi’s temper wasn’t great, and he’d stirred up quite a lot of trouble in the village, receiving many reprimands from Liu Cunyi.

Remembering his brother’s last admonition, fear flickered in Liu Cunxi’s eyes, and he just grunted, turning his head to look elsewhere.

The Liu family member nearby forced a smile and then said to the driver,

”Take the right at the fork ahead.”

The driver, hearing the command, pressed the accelerator and turned onto the road to the right with a roar.

The road was difficult to traverse, with landslides and fallen trees from the mountain often blocking the way after the typhoon.

Almost every segment required someone to get out of the car and clear the road before they could continue.

They were advancing at almost a snail’s pace.

Although the speed was slow, they had no choice.

To build more solid houses, steel was needed, and there was virtually no steel at the village, so they had to venture to the city to seek it.

What they didn’t know was that where they were heading, some uninvited guests had crossed the border.

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Red River City.

”Brother Long, you said Director Gao insisted on us searching for resources here, what is this all about!” Ga Ga said helplessly.

Tan Chang, head of Group Three in the Foreign Affairs Department of the Fraud Group, nicknamed Ga Ga.

His favorite activity was sending people with no use to have their kidneys ripped out.

Having ripped out so many kidneys, he earned the title Ga Ga.

Zheng Xiaolong, hearing this, looked at Ga Ga as if he were a fool, and said, ”Are you dumb? Not finding any supplies is normal; it’s been so long since Doomsday broke out; all the good stuff has been taken. We are more here to loot, got it? Loot the survivors here.”

Hearing this, Tan Chang mocked, ”Who could be around here.... you can’t even see a bird, where are the survivors coming from?”

”That’s why we have to look. We have so many people and guns, that’s our advantage. Before Doomsday, firearms were banned here. We have guns, so what do we fear...,” Zheng Xiaolong said with a grin.

Ga Ga, however, had a different opinion. The last time he followed Director Gao here, they encountered a group of regular troops, with so many people dying. If he hadn’t stayed in the back, he might have ended up like them.

But he didn’t argue, since he intended to stay back, ready to run at the earliest sign of trouble.

”So what do we do now? Should we split up to search?” another person asked.

”After the typhoon, we’ve been searching for most of the day, yet we haven’t found any food or even a drop of fuel. We’ve spent so much time and effort coming here, we can’t just go back empty-handed. If Director Gao sees us returning with nothing, the outcome will surely be grim.”

Zheng Xiaolong thought for a moment, looked around, and said to Ga Ga and the others, ”Here’s the plan: we’ll split into three groups and keep in touch via walkie-talkie. If any of you find survivors, call the others immediately.”