Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 132: Counterattack and Annihilation

Chapter 132: Counterattack and Annihilation

Zhang Yi moved the generator aside and then took out a large white bed from his alternate space. This scene left Xie Limei completely dumbfounded.

"Is this some kind of magic trick?" she murmured, unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes.

Zhang Yi couldn’t be bothered to explain. He turned to Zhou Ke'er and said, "Save Uncle You at any cost! Tell me what medicine and medical equipment you need, and I'll do my best to provide them."

Zhou Ke'er, used to handling crises, remained calm despite Uncle You’s bloodied state. She calmly listed the items she needed. Zhang Yi retrieved the required medicine and equipment from his alternate space and handed them to her.

"How’s the situation? Is there still hope?" Zhang Yi asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Ke'er changed into her surgical clothes, mask, and gloves, her demeanor becoming professional and even somewhat sacred. She cut open Uncle You’s clothes with scissors, her brows furrowing deeply.

"The situation is very grim! The bullets are in dangerous positions. If they’ve damaged any internal organs, he might not make it with the current conditions," she said.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and patted her shoulder. "Do your best!" he said. He had done everything he could. If Uncle You couldn't pull through, there was nothing more he could do.

Xie Limei began crying again. Annoyed by her wailing, Zhang Yi snapped, "Shut up! Don't disturb the surgery. If you interfere, you know the consequences!"

Xie Limei's crying stopped abruptly. She bit her lip, looking fragile. "Maybe I should go outside. I can’t help here anyway."

The living room outside was comfortable, with soft sofas, hot water to drink, and a big TV to watch. When she arrived, she noticed food in the kitchen. Xie Limei was eager to leave the blood-soaked room and enjoy herself outside.

A cold smile formed on Zhang Yi’s lips. He stared at Xie Limei and said, "This surgery is crucial for your husband's life! So, you need to stay and help."

"But I don’t know how to treat patients!" Xie Limei protested.

"Then help pass instruments and wipe the sweat. Even if you can’t do anything, your presence will encourage Uncle You," Zhang Yi said.

Before Xie Limei could argue, Zhang Yi added in a tone that brooked no argument, "This is decided! Stay here and help. I need to go out."

With that, Zhang Yi stepped outside and locked the door from the outside. He couldn’t let Xie Limei mess around in his place. "I don’t have time to deal with you now. I’ll handle those damned people first and find a dark spot to bury you later!" he muttered coldly.

He sat on the sofa, throwing the cup Xie Limei had used into the trash in disgust. Then he went to the kitchen, took a can of milk from the fridge, and drank it in one go. Returning to the living room, Zhang Yi started organizing his weapons. Once all his weapons were sorted, with assault rifles, pistols, and sniper rifles fully loaded, and grenades counted, Zhang Yi left his home.

...

In the central area of the community, patches of red stained the ground like blooming plum blossoms. The ground was littered with corpses. The snowmobile, left in the snowstorm, along with the scattered food bags, remained incredibly tempting.

After Zhang Yi left with Uncle You, some desperate or starving people emerged from the buildings to drag the supplies back. Zhang Yi walked steadily, his steps firm and measured, unaffected by anger. The other side had fired the first shot. Not retaliating would be impolite.

Originally, he had planned to poison them peacefully. However, since they chose a more violent approach, Zhang Yi had no qualms about reciprocating. The sky darkened as Zhang Yi descended the stairs, pulling out his phone to send a message to everyone in the community’s group chat.

"Everyone, gather on the fourth floor."

He put the phone in his chest pocket, then, armed with a rifle, moved to the fourth floor, waiting quietly for everyone to arrive. Soon, the neighbors began to appear. They looked at Zhang Yi with trepidation, afraid of angering him and inviting death.

But they didn’t dare disobey. Without Zhang Yi’s food, they faced certain death. Only about twenty people were left in Building 25. They gathered together, looking at Zhang Yi with fear.

"Brother Zhang, those who attacked you have nothing to do with us!"

"We know nothing. We are your most loyal supporters!"

Zhang Yi raised his hand, silencing them. He slowly turned his gaze toward the group, his eyes filled with murderous intent, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.

Having killed nearly a hundred people, Zhang Yi exuded a palpable killing aura that instilled fear in everyone who met his eyes.

"Those people betrayed me, ambushing Uncle You and me, leaving Uncle You severely injured. They must pay the price!" Zhang Yi’s voice was cold.

"Tonight, we will launch a counterattack," he declared.

The crowd’s faces grew even more fearful. "A counterattack? With just us?" they thought Zhang Yi had gone mad.

In the courtyard battle, he had an advantage with an assault rifle. But launching a nighttime raid with a dozen people was too risky! A simple stone dropped from above could crush him.

Zhang Yi reassured them, "Leave the building to me. You just need to guard the perimeter. If anyone jumps out, finish them off."

The crowd still didn’t understand why anyone would jump from the building, but as long as Zhang Yi didn’t force them to launch an assault, they agreed.

Zhang Yi pointed to Building 21, the Crazy Wolf Gang's territory. "Now, surround that building!"