You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!-Chapter 283 - 282: Wouldn’t This Make Me Look Stupid?

"No matter what, I have to thank you for your assistance."

After the two sat down again, Lieutenant Wu finally spoke solemnly.

Since it was still not possible to determine the other party’s intentions, the best approach was to adopt a wait-and-see attitude, but the food outside was another matter.

He had to keep it.

Xu Lin finally showed a satisfied smile upon hearing this.

"You’re welcome."

"As long as Lieutenant Wu knows we mean no harm."

"By the way, apart from the food, we also brought some medical supplies, just not sure if Lieutenant here..."

"I want them!"

"I want all of them!"

Lieutenant Wu’s face suddenly reddened as he realized that his words might seem shameless, but he did not take them back.

Now was not the time to bite off more than he could chew.

Since they had come from far away to deliver it.

Why not take it?

As for what price he would have to pay for these things, that was a matter for later; the priority was to address the immediate problems.

If worst came to worst, he could give away all the idle weapons and equipment in the storeroom.

After all, he wouldn’t be using them any time soon.

Better to exchange them for something useful.

Xu Lin didn’t mean to mock him.

He simply took out a civilian walkie-talkie from his pocket, gave a few instructions, and then looked up, "All right, I have instructed them to take out the things."

"It’s just that—"

"What?"

Lieutenant Wu, who had been listening attentively, immediately asked.

He felt the other party might be about to set some conditions.

It was about time, too.

"It’s just that our reserves of medical supplies aren’t too abundant, so this time we only brought some anti-inflammatory drugs and medical bandages."

"Anti-inflammatory drugs?"

Lieutenant Wu couldn’t help exclaiming again.

Such medication could be considered the most precious commodity in these times.

He had thought that the medical supplies Xu Lin referred to were at most some common bandages and alcohol, but he did not expect the other party to even bring anti-inflammatory drugs, which were widely used currently.

That was too kind!

So kind that the long-frustrated Lieutenant Wu couldn’t help feeling his eyes moisten.

The office, which had earlier been filled with tension, now completely transformed into a harmonious and joyous scene, and Lieutenant Wu and Xu Lin promptly began a cordial discussion.

The two sides conducted in-depth and friendly exchanges about each other’s situations, further deepening the cooperative relationship between the outpost and the company.

Xu Lin also expressed high praise for Lieutenant Wu’s actions in leading the remnants of the troops to establish the outpost.

"If not for the Lieutenant’s quick decision, I’m afraid the entire troop would have died on that highway."

"Don’t call me Lieutenant anymore."

Lieutenant Wu shook his head.

"You’re about the same age as me, and you’ve been in the south, too. Just call me Old Wu."

Xu Lin nodded upon hearing this but remained silent, clearly sensing the other party had more to say.

Indeed, the next second, he saw the other exhale deeply.

His expression quickly fell.

"Ah."

"It was all so sudden that day."

"For more than half a year, I’ve been thinking, if I had reacted a little faster back then, noticed the car accident ahead was fishy... maybe... ah."

Towards the end, Lieutenant Wu sighed several times in succession.

His expression had sunk into reminiscing.

"Unfortunately, there are no ’what-ifs’ in the world."

Xu Lin didn’t hesitate to interrupt his fantasy, his demeanor now carrying a touch of coldness.

"And in my view, you’ve already done more than enough."

"At least you did much better than I did at the beginning."

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant Wu instinctively looked at him, a twinge of curiosity flickering through his sorrowful eyes, clearly wondering why he would say such a thing.

And so, Xu Lin began to recount everything that had transpired within the Wanda Plaza.

From the initial chaos to the eventual betrayal by his subordinates.

In between, he wove in the conflicts and struggles with Chen Bingjiang and Zheng Youcai, culminating in their attempted surprise attack on Zhang Ye and their subsequent deaths, after which his once agitated emotions finally began to calm down.

"Do you know?"

"Every night I would think."

"What if I had just shot those two on the first day, what would have happened afterward?"

Xu Lin continued to talk to himself, while Lieutenant Wu, now his listener, remained silent, as if pondering something.

He had come to understand the meaning behind Xu Lin’s words.

But there are no what-ifs.

Whether their past choices were right or wrong, those who might have died due to their decisions were never coming back.

All they could do was to prevent the same tragedy from happening again.

To atone for the guilt in their hearts.

Night fell.

In a dormitory for four people.

Xu Lin sat on his bed, with crackling static noises coming from the walkie-talkie in his hand.

The sausage, busy fiddling with a military knife, couldn’t help but say, "Boss, stop trying. We’re already way beyond five kilometers from the base, there’s no signal."

But no sooner had he finished than Ding Zhixiong, glancing at a photo of himself and his son, interjected:

"You think Xu Chief is as dumb as you?"

"Where do you think we are?"

"Where?"

"This broken mine, of course!"

The sausage looked unconcerned and, with a hint of question in his eyes, asked Ding Zhixiong, "What do you mean by that?"

"Tch."

Ding Zhixiong snorted with laughter.

"Still playing dumb, I see."

"This used to be a place full of workers, naturally, it was a mine, but now, who’s staying here?"

"Soldiers," responded the sausage, still not quite grasping his meaning.

Not only did he not understand, but the confusion on his face grew stronger, mixed with a hint of impatience.

"Come on, Brother Xiong, stop beating around the bush with me."

"Just tell me straight up!"

"What exactly is the boss up to?"

Ding Zhixiong put a finger to his lips, signaling him to lower his voice, then pointed towards the neighboring room, where some of the old soldiers from the sentry post were staying.

Seeing that the sausage had wisely clamped his mouth shut, Ding cautiously spoke:

"Since this is a military encampment, there might be a military radio station around here. The boss is trying to see if he can pick up something that can’t be heard in the urban areas."

"Damn!"

"So that’s it!"

The sausage’s eyes widened in disbelief, and when he turned back to look at Xu Lin, his face was filled with admiration.

The boss really was the boss, thinking on a different level than his underling.

"Huh."

"But how did you know that?"

He suddenly turned back to Ding Zhixiong.

If we’re both team leaders under Xu Lin, won’t I look really dumb by comparison?

Ding Zhixiong just cracked a smile: "A guess."

"Damn!"

Amidst their banter, Xu Lin had already put the walkie-talkie away and was pondering how to solve the company’s problem with long-distance communication.

After all, there would be increasing opportunities for tasks outside the urban areas in the future.

Walkie-talkie power alone was probably insufficient.

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