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Chapter 1211 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (93)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Chapter 93)

Tang Wei is an outgoing person. When they chatted, Song Ning discovered that Tang Wei not only had an outgoing personality but also knew quite a few people.

He learned a lot of useful information from Tang Wei. There were several other people like Uncle Mu. In addition to Sister Jin, who was very good at tailoring, whom Song Ning already knew, he also learned about several other craftsmen.

There was even a carpenter among them, whom everyone called Brother Zuo. It was said that before the apocalypse, it was a hobby, but after the apocalypse, it developed into a skill he relied on for a living.

Song Ning also exchanged some information with Tang Wei, such as Wang Kang, who can build kang (a heated brick bed). Besides building kang, Wang Kang is also quite capable in other hands-on skills, and it is said that he has worked in the decoration industry.

Tang Wei immediately wrote it down: "Life is tough now, but if things get better in the future, maybe we can renovate this house."

After chatting for a while, Song Ning started looking out the window frequently.

He was a little worried for some reason. He was indeed a little surprised that Lance didn't come with him. More importantly, this was not the place where Lance usually went out to patrol. Could it be that Lance had noticed something?

Seeing his expression, Tang Wei rested her chin on her knees and tilted her head to look at him.

"Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

He looks worried; does even a big shot have troubles?

Turning her gaze away from the window, Song Ning was still a little uneasy as she picked up the wicker basket and got up.

"No, I just remembered I have some things to take care of at home. I'll come chat with you again when I have time. I'll head back now."

Tang Wei didn't try to keep him, so Song Ning hurriedly took his things and went home.

At this moment, Lance, who had transformed into a black panther, had arrived at a high ground on the outskirts of the base.

The area around the base has changed dramatically. Most of the area has been cleared by the base's people. There are no zombies left, and even some obstacles on the ground have been removed.

Recently, as many people have wanted to join the base, the large number of people has naturally formed roads, giving it a somewhat apocalyptic feel.

Lance didn't care about any of that. He just stood on the high ground and looked in one direction, following the scent in the wind. There were three modified cars parked there, and a lot of people got out of the cars and were talking around them.

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"Do you think this storage base really has that many good things, or are they just bragging?"

The man who got out of the car had a buzz cut and a face full of scars; when he opened his mouth, a puff of white steam came out from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly rubbed his hands together to warm them, and then cursed a couple more times.

"This damn weather almost froze me to death, it's really killing me."

"Who knows? Anyway, I think those guys who were tricked must have contributed a lot of good stuff to the Storage Base, right? Lao Liu, move aside, don't block us from getting off the car."

The sixth brother got kicked in the butt by the boss in the car. He rubbed his backside and moved away. "Boss, I'm not saying this to be mean, but if there's nothing good in this storage base, then our trip will have been a waste."

The eldest brother who came down was dressed even more warmly than him, with only his eyes showing.

He scoffed, "What do you know?"

Does this idiot really think everyone is as stupid as him?

“I checked before I came. There’s a survivor trading day next to this storage base, which is tomorrow. If we don’t find anything good in the base, we can just rob those people who come to trade.”

Anyway, he definitely wouldn't make a wasted trip. These days, driving out is too extravagant. If he wasn't sure he could make a profit, he wouldn't have made the special trip.

"Boss, you're awesome! It has to be you, your information network is so good."

"What is a trading day? What good stuff can those trash hiding outside possibly come up with now? Shouldn't the good stuff be in the hands of the people at the base?"

"That's not necessarily true. You've forgotten about that woman and her husband we robbed last month, what was her name again? Didn't those two have a lot of good stuff hidden in their house?"

"That makes sense, but how do you think these guys manage to do it? They're just wandering around outside, yet they have more good stuff than us."

The subordinates were all talking at once, which the boss found rather distasteful. "Alright, alright, what's the point of all of you discussing this?"

They're both brainless idiots, yet they're having this discussion.

If even one of them had a brain, would he need to research those things himself?

When he started yelling, everyone fell silent, shrinking back in fear of him.

But some bold and brainless individuals stubbornly insisted, "Then what do you think we should discuss, boss? Don't we usually discuss these things? I don't think this storage base is anything special. Let's just charge in and do it. Why do we have to stop here?"

"What good is your brain except for looking good on your neck?"

The leader couldn't help but scold the man, "If we rush in now, what if this storage base is really well-developed? One of them could wipe us out in a second. Then let's see if you'll still be yelling then."

After he finished cursing, he snorted coldly and looked at each person one by one, then pointed to a few people.

"Seventh Brother, Eleventh Brother, and Thirteenth Brother, the three of you stay here and watch over our vehicles. The rest of you, come with me to the Storage Base and see what's inside."

"I'll say it again, everyone better be smart. Once you're inside, figure out what's going on first and don't make a move. Anyone who makes a move and alerts the enemy will be the first one I don't forgive, understand?"

"heard it."

A group of people responded weakly, and then, led by their leader, they set off towards the Storage Light Base.

A gust of north wind suddenly blew up, and the leaders couldn't help but shrink their necks in, feeling shivering from the cold.

Some people were muttering complaints under their breath, but in the end, the group worked together and kept moving forward in the snow.

The north wind swirled a wisp of snowflakes up to the heights, where the black panther, crouching high above, remained motionless like a dark statue. The cold wind carried snowflakes that landed on his fur, only to slide down his skin quickly.

If it weren't for the muscle lines beneath its dark fur rising and falling with its breath, and its slightly closed vertical pupils staring ahead, perhaps some people would mistake the black panther for a statue.

Lance's sharp gaze scrutinized the humans who had begun to move. He slowly stood up, leaped down from the height, and landed silently on the snow.

Those who come with ill intentions will not come with good intentions. Although he has no feelings for the Storage Light Base, reducing trouble for the Storage Light Base is reducing trouble for them. It seems he should go and give the base a heads-up.

As for how the base will handle it, Lance believes that there are far more smart people than fools in the Light Base.