Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies Chapter 279 - 279 277 Yaoben Base Core Area

Chapter 279: Chapter 277: Yaoben Base Core Area Chapter 279: Chapter 277: Yaoben Base Core Area The next morning dawned early.

Jiang Yan had just finished washing up when soone knocked on her door.

“Jiang Yan, it’s .” It was Song Qian’s voice.

Jiang Yan opened the door, taken aback, “Song Qian, you’re back?”

“Yeah.” Song Qian, in his clean military uniform, stood at the door with an imposing aura.

Jiang Yan gave him a sidelong glance and asked, “You got hurt?”

The man clearly hadn’t rested well; red blood veins riddled his eyes, which were encircled by dark bruises.

His forehead and neck too had sustained injuries, showing so small, fresh scabs.

As for other areas, they were covered up by clothing, not so easily seen.

“It’s nothing serious.” Song Qian laughed it off, seemingly unfazed.

Qin Lang and Kong Wu, toting submachine guns and standing imposingly behind him, saw Jiang Yan and cracked a smile as well, “Sister Yan~”

Jiang Yan: “Morning~”

“The Leader wants to see you. Are you free now?” Song Qian asked.

“Yeah, just give a mont.” Jiang Yan spoke, then turned around to grab her often-used black backpack.

As they passed by Ye Qing and the others’ dormitory, Jiang Yan paused, “What about Ye Qing and the rest?”

“Soone will co to arrange for them later; you don’t need to worry,” Song Qian nodded slightly.

“Alright.” Not wishing to pry further, Jiang Yan felt reassured and followed him.

As they walked, Song Qian said,

“Leader Mo has an important eting later. He said that before eting you, let give you a tour of Yaoben Base.”

“Oh?” Jiang Yan paused, rembering that when they ca in, that Captain Zhao Zhichao had already given them a brief tour.

After all, from zone Z to A zone, they had encountered a lot along the way.

It was as if Song Qian had read her thoughts and continued, “I’m going to show you the core area of the base.”

“The core area of the base, you an the SS zone?” After Jiang Yan finished speaking, she instinctively looked up at the silvery area above.

Song Qian shook his head, “No.”

“SS zone is the future. What I’m taking you to now is the base’s past, present, and future,” he said.

Jiang Yan: “…” That sounded oddly philosophical.

She would find out soon enough, so there was no need to ask more, only to quietly follow along.

The route Song Qian took was clearly sothing they had never noticed before.

Only then did Jiang Yan realize that the entire underground complex was not just a hive-like mysterious structure, but there were also many Hive doors, like chanisms.

If not for Song Qian having the access card and the required fingerprints, she would always have thought it was just an ordinary tal wall.

These scenes, she had only seen before in so Western sci-fi blockbusters.

She never expected that one day, they would beco a vivid reality.

When they arrived at a brightly lit, very large and spacious hall after going through more than a dozen “invisible doors” and a disinfection process, donning protective clothing, Jiang Yan was utterly shocked.

They seed to be standing on an edge-side gallery.

Beneath the gallery, the hall was divided into countless transparent spaces.

Fully automated spaces.

Inside there were soilless vegetable cultivation, rice vertical farming, and so automated processing workshops.

Besides the continuously waving robotic arms and robots shuttling across the ground and walls, no human could be seen.

“Fla Base’s 101st underground tunnel was shocking enough, I never imagined this place would be so amazing!” Jiang Yan couldn’t help but exclaim.

She truly had not expected that, in such an apocalyptic environnt, there could still be such a scene full of scientific and technological achievents.

Song Qian’s expression grew more solemn as he said,

“These are only a small part of the core area. It’s both a culmination of the nation’s past scientific and technological efforts and the result of the sacrifice of hundreds of warriors… rescuing it from natural catastrophes…”