Apocalypse: Infinite Supplies System

Chapter 25: Golden-tier Supply Crate

Olivia didn't hesitate and shared her current location coordinates.

About a hundred kilometers away.

This was a bit of a pain.

Alex sighed helplessly.

"Olivia, there are some things I feel might not be appropriate for me to say, but I still want to advise you to be cautious and watch out for Frank. He's not a good person."

At this stage, breaking through the numerous obstacles of a hundred kilometers of zombie-infested territory was clearly unrealistic.

He could only let Frank off lightly and let him live a few more days.

However, what Alex didn't expect was Olivia's response: "I'm actually aware of that, it's just that compared to the others around me, Frank is relatively honest... If Frank ever proves unreliable, I'll figure something out then."

That was a pleasant surprise.

After thinking for a moment, Alex mailed her a crossbow and a few Molotov cocktails.

"These weapons are for you. If Frank proves untrustworthy, don't hesitate to take him out!"

"..."

Olivia was somewhat speechless.

However, she didn't refuse either.

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If one day Frank couldn't control his predatory instincts, even if she died, she couldn't let him benefit.

"Well, thank you."

"We'll talk later, Frank is urging me."

The two finished their conversation.

Olivia closed the message window and subconsciously reached to stroke the flowing long hair she had cut off on her first day in this apocalyptic world, only to find emptiness.

She twirled the ends of her hair, which now only reached her earlobes, with a joyful expression on her face.

Frank came over with a somewhat unpleasant expression and asked, "So, was 10086 Alex?"

Olivia restrained her smile, nodded, and handed him a piece of bread.

"It was indeed Alex, no mistake. I exchanged some essential supplies with him, enough to sustain us for a while."

Frank took the bread from Olivia's hand and began to devour it hungrily.

In fact, they hadn't eaten anything all day, and if it weren't for meeting Alex, they might have starved.

After swallowing the bread, Frank said, "So, you're saying Alex wants us to bring supplies to exchange with him? Ha, a poor man born in poverty will always be a poor man. They never change their habit of coveting small gains, a miser!"

"If Alex comes to me asking for supplies, not only will I not ask for money, but I'll also give them to him for free!"

Olivia couldn't bear to listen to Frank's mockery anymore.

After all, Frank was now eating food provided by Alex.

Typical behavior of someone who's full and curses his mother.

Olivia wasn't interested in listening to Frank's rambling anymore. She stood up and said, "You eat first, I'll go around and see if there are any stray zombies nearby."

With that, Olivia left the stronghold.

Frank watched Olivia's graceful figure leave and couldn't help licking his lips.

But when he thought of Olivia's sincere joy after ending the conversation with Alex just now, he became very angry.

"Someday, Olivia, you wait for me. I'll definitely conquer you and let you taste what it's like to be a woman!"

Frank took a big bite of the bread in his hand, making a firm decision.

As for why he didn't dare to act now, it was entirely because Olivia had obtained a military-grade dagger earlier, and he didn't dare to use force.

If things went wrong, the consequences would outweigh the benefits.

However, what Frank didn't know was that Alex had quietly given Olivia a crossbow and a few Molotov cocktails.

And Olivia also hid herself well.

Alex naturally had no idea that the transaction between him and Olivia would provoke such a strong reaction from Frank.

On the other hand, Alex continued to browse through the chat channel's conversations, hoping to gather some useful intelligence.

His efforts paid off.

Alex saw that someone had posted a message claiming to have intelligence on a gold-level supply crate, but it required a trade of supplies.

Number 353345: "I have intelligence on a gold-level supply crate. Any big shots interested, DM me with your offer. Highest bidder wins. Honest and reliable."

Number 343454: "Who knows if it's real... You can say it's real, but you need evidence to prove it. Anyone can talk nonsense; scam and then block. This is an old scammer trick from over a decade ago!"

Number 563434: "Exactly, at least send a picture or take someone to see it. Otherwise, who would dare to buy your intelligence?"

There was a flurry of discussion among the group.

Although this message sparked heated debate, only a few were willing to believe it.

Seemingly realizing he couldn't convince everyone, the survivor with the number 353345 quickly posted a picture.

The photo showed a large warehouse, with crates emitting a golden glow visible through the glass windows, positioned in the center.

However, outside were concentric circles of zombies.

Number 353345: "So, do you believe me now? I'm just selling coordinates in exchange for supplies (attached picture)."

Number 32532: "That indeed looks like a gold-level supply crate... I wonder what goodies can be found inside?"

Number 787754: "Definitely not too shabby. Just think about the fortified walls we auctioned off earlier; these gold-level supplies at this stage are practically artifacts!"

Number 75234: "So what? Do you have supplies to buy the intelligence with?"

Number 74567: "Once again, it's the big shots competing. I'll just be a bystander, a humble person who goes hungry one meal and full the next."

Alex was naturally interested in such supplies.

Moreover, he was one of the few survivors who could offer a high price.

Alex directly DM'd number 353345: "Brother, is the intelligence still available? Supplies are not a problem."

Number 353345: "Um, I need a lot of supplies."

Alex raised an eyebrow.

Are you questioning my capability?

Alex continued with another message: "I said supplies are not a problem."

Number 353345: "Then I want a hundred units of everyday supplies - water, rice, flour, biscuits, anything will do."

Indeed, the price of this intelligence was steep.