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Chapter 1166 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (48)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Forty-Eight)

On the morning of the third day, Song Ning received good news from Liang Anlin.

The inventory at the 24-hour convenience store has been completed. Most of the food has been past its expiration date for a long time, and it's basically inedible once opened.

However, there are still quite a few canned foods that, although they don't taste as good, are still edible.

There are 283 canned fruits, luncheon meat, fish, corn, peas, and other similar products in total.

The most valuable and also the most abundant canned fruit was among them. Liang Anlin generously gave Song Ning ten cans of fruit, three cans of luncheon meat, six cans of fish, and nine other cans of other food.

In addition, there were twenty-two relatively well-preserved shelves, and a batch of soaps and bar soaps in good condition totaled about three hundred. Song Ning was assigned one large shelf and thirty-five soaps and bar soaps.

Because so much time had passed, many things had already passed their best shelf life. Although Liang Anlin's people wanted to take everything back to eat and use, in the end, reason prevailed over impulse.

But there were some surprises too. There was another item in the convenience store that made everyone happy: more than 800 bottles of alcohol.

When Song Ning heard this, he was stunned for a while before he reacted, and his eyes lit up slightly.

"Is everything still okay? Is it beer or liquor?"

Liang Anlin couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

"Of course it's not beer! It's all baijiu (Chinese white liquor). Don't you know what baijiu is? It's either in glass or ceramic bottles, and it keeps well!"

This is good news!

Song Ning couldn't help but happily hug the big cat's head and kiss it several times. Although he didn't like drinking alcohol, this kind of thing was almost no different from hard currency.

Especially in weather like this, the importance of a bottle of wine goes without saying.

Why did people in a neighboring country before the apocalypse become so fond of strong liquor? It was because the weather was so cold all year round that they liked to use alcohol to warm their bodies.

"As agreed, Mr. Song, you can take eighty-five bottles, and the rest are ours."

Liang Anlin grinned from ear to ear. He hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise. These supplies would be quite a good amount if they were taken back and distributed, not to mention that they still had four days to continue searching.

The base was too generous; they didn't even plunder these good things beforehand. But we should still send some back to them later; a give-and-take is the only way to make it last.

The good news of receiving a large quantity of alcohol boosted the morale of the entire team, giving them even more motivation to continue.

However, after thinking about it, Song Ning mentioned it to Liang Anlin, "I think it would be best to arrange for someone to talk to the patrol team at the base and see if they can help guard these supplies."

Liang Anlin's smile vanished instantly. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, still with a hint of lingering fear.

“That makes a lot of sense. I’ll arrange for someone to go right away.”

This unexpected gain made him a little carried away, and for a moment he forgot to consider the problem.

"Thank goodness you reminded me, Mr. Song, otherwise I would have been really careless this time. Decision to cooperate with you is the best decision I have ever made."

Song Ning simply stroked the big cat's back, smiled, and shook her head without saying a word.

He only wanted to protect his own supplies; he didn't believe Liang Anlin couldn't see through his selfish motives. It's just that Liang Anlin was better at talking and dealing with people.

After making arrangements, everyone continued their journey. The third and fourth days were relatively safe for them, except for the night of the fourth day when a group of zombie rats suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The zombie rats appeared just as they were setting up camp, making a fire, and preparing dinner. Before the rats appeared, more than one person had heard some strange rustling noises.

This time, Liang Anlin didn't even need to look at Black Panther's reaction to know that something was definitely coming.

Song Ning stood beside the big cat, ready for battle. The others also made their preparations, with some wondering if the plant was afraid of fire like the others, and clutching their torches tightly.

Even after discovering that it was a group of rats, no one took it too lightly.

Because the rats' eyes looked abnormal, Song Ning immediately realized what was going on after the big cat's low murmur and reminded everyone.

"Everyone be careful not to get bitten by these rats. They are probably a group of rats carrying the zombie virus."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expressions turned somewhat unpleasant, but Liang Anlin breathed a sigh of relief.

His voice was full of authority, making people feel that he was trustworthy.

"Don't panic, everyone. Luckily, it's cold and we're all dressed warmly. Just try to avoid getting bitten on the face. Attack in groups of three and be sure to coordinate."

"I understand, Brother Liang."

"I'll do whatever you say, Brother Liang."

Everyone, please be careful.

Liang Anlin had a total of 20 men. He and another man went to Song Ning's side to cooperate. In fact, almost every rat that came near this area was swatted to death by the big cat. This area was actually the safest.

Because they were careful and vigilant enough, none of the hundreds of rats managed to bite a single finger. However, because there were so many of them, they had to be extremely cautious, so the battle lasted for more than two hours before it ended.

After killing the last zombie rat, Liang Anlin deliberately sought the big cat's approval from Song Ning before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"It's over. Everyone, take a rest here for a while."

He was the first to disregard his image and find a clean spot to sit down. Although his expression remained dignified, his fingers were trembling slightly.

Liang Anlin is clearly not a combat specialist, but he didn't hold back at all in the fight just now, which shows that he has deliberately trained.

Song Ning was in a much better situation than Liang Anlin; the big cat didn't let too many zombie rats get close to him.

So even after the battle was over, Song Ning still had the strength to squat down and see what was going on with this batch of zombie rats, and how a large number of zombie rats could have appeared here.

He fiddled with a mouse, turning it over and examining it closely. The mouse had many bite marks on its body, which looked like the teeth marks of another mouse.

Most of these teeth marks looked quite fresh, and some wounds clearly still had some blood on them.

Song Ning watched for a while, then suddenly picked up a stone from the ground and poked the zombie rat's head. A tiny crystal, about the size of a fingernail, emitted a faint blue light and fell out.

"What is this?"