Chapter 95 - Supply

Due to the prolonged soaking in seawater, Su Mo felt stiff all over and his movements were sluggish.

As for the pollution in the water, if it weren’t for drinking and long-term immersion, the impact wasn’t that significant.

Enduring the discomfort, he took off his shoes and pants.

Afterward, he tore the pants and tied pieces around the joints of his hands and feet, first to reduce the noise of friction, and second to prevent abrasion.

At this moment, he held his breath, not daring to even let out a gasp, and soon he groped his way to the shore.

Less than two meters in front of him, there was a pulsing red tumor.

Su Mo stared intently at the tumor, his right hand gripping the dagger he had been biting in his mouth, then slowly crept up from the side.

He needed to crawl past the tumor in front of him, and his reason for choosing this place to land was simple.

The tumors here were smaller in size and sparse, and he had the cover of the explosion noises and the sound of the sea.

If he was agile enough and lucky, perhaps he could pass by smoothly.

Of course, Su Mo was also prepared for the unexpected.

If those tumors showed any sign of change, he would explode into action, silently taking down the opponent with the dagger at the first opportunity.

Su Mo inched forward, with the fog and the night concealing his tracks well, the puppet soldiers in the distance indeed showed no reaction.

And Su Mo was also inching past the tumors by his side, constantly keeping an eye on the tumors to both sides with the corner of his eye.

His heart was almost in his throat as it seemed at any second the monsters inside those tumors would burst forth.

Fortunately, he still managed to crawl past without incident.

Of course, this was just the beginning.

After reaching a relatively safe clearing, Su Mo began to survey his surroundings.

If nothing untoward had happened, he should be inside the Bay Base now, with numerous advanced buildings all around.

However, due to limited visibility, he could only make out their outlines.

But it didn’t matter, Su Mo had come just for food.

He didn’t necessarily need to enter any particular building, so he set his sights on the closest.

Su Mo took a deep breath and slowly made his way towards that building.

Although crawling there seemed undignified, there wasn’t a safer method.

Of course, Su Mo had thought about rushing over at great speed, but the problem was that after soaking in the sea for so long, he had little strength left.

Before long, Su Mo successfully reached the building’s entrance, a single-story square building, with its doors wide open.

After scanning left and right to ensure there were no enemies,

he stood up and tiptoed quietly inside.

The interior area was very dim but spacious, appearing to be a storage warehouse.

Lots of sealed wooden crates were placed inside the warehouse.

Su Mo didn’t rashly open them.

Instead, he held his breath, treading lightly, being very cautious as he searched each crate for hidden dangers.

As Su Mo moved along, he suddenly heard a faint noise.

Swiftly turning around, he raised the dagger in his hand, plunging it fiercely into a juvenile Kazami attached to the side of a crate.

The thick blood splattered in every direction.

The lurking Kazami was taken out before it could make a move, quickly and silently dispatched.

There were too many crates here; any dead angle could be hiding a Monster.

Su Mo squinted his eyes, remained patient, and searched the nearby containers one by one.

As he passed by one container, a Kazami over one meter tall burst out from the side.

Like an octopus with its tentacles, it lunged directly at Su Mo.

Su Mo’s body swayed, deftly evading the attack.

He then threw the dagger in his hand forcefully.

Thwack!

The dagger hit the Kazami right in the head.

As thick red blood splattered, the Kazami staggered and fell.

Su Mo quickly rushed over to support it, gently laying it on the ground.

Then he pulled out the dagger and continued to search the surrounding containers.

Half an hour later, Su Mo had thoroughly cleared out the warehouse.

He walked over to a sealed box and started to pry it open with the dagger.

The box soon gave way, and when Su Mo saw what was inside, he paused in surprise.

Rows of WDC-03 model heat-seeking individual rocket launchers were neatly arrayed.

Su Mo then hastily pried open the other boxes, unearthing rockets, QBZ-171 rifles, hand grenades, smoke bombs, artillery, and flash bombs one after another.

He even found a big find—a five-meter long medium-range missile.

These weapons were clearly top-notch.

In other times, Su Mo might have been thrilled, but they were not what he needed now.

His current priority was to find supplies; otherwise, he really couldn’t hold on any longer.

So Su Mo took some things on the side, he grabbed a QBZ-171 rifle, as well as some hand grenades, smoke bombs, and flash bombs.

As for the individual rocket launchers, he thought it over and decided to leave them behind.

Though powerful, they were also heavy, and he didn’t have much strength to carry them any longer.

Besides, their use would create a lot of noise; he estimated that using them meant he wouldn’t be far from death, so he simply gave up on them for the time being.

Including the rifle he had taken, he simply carried it on his back, with no intention of using it.

After making some minor repairs, he took a deep breath and prepared to explore other buildings.

He wasn’t worried about the base running out of food.

As long as he found the storeroom near the dining facility, he would definitely find plenty of food.

Su Mo took a deep breath and quietly slipped out of the back door of the storeroom.

He crept cautiously towards a nondescript, low-rise building on the side, his heart pounding every step of the way past the red tumors.

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He didn’t crawl but didn’t act recklessly either, carefully calculating the distance between each tumor and himself.

He avoided the larger tumors and stayed closer to the smaller ones, finding the optimal route to get past them.

It felt like walking on a tightrope, a sense that one wrong move could mean tumbling over, his heart racing fast.

Maybe the deafening sounds of battle in the distance were masking the noise of his movements, not alerting the Kazami.

He made it inside the building without any incidents.

It was a two-story building.

As he felt his way inside, he found himself in a hallway with rooms on both sides.

Some of the room doors were still ajar.

Glancing into the open doors, Su Mo saw documents strewn all over the place.

He felt disappointed as this building seemed to be an archive room.

But since he was there, Su Mo patiently began to search it bit by bit.

He quickly searched the first floor and, aside from finding a juvenile Kazami in a corner, he made no other discoveries.

So Su Mo headed towards the second floor.

The layout of the second floor was more or less the same as the first, with no significant difference.