Setting off to find golden-tier supply crates

You should know, this is just intelligence.

Knowing where the gold-level supply crate is doesn't mean it's yours for the taking. Previously, even at auctions, it was still a matter of highest bidder wins. It's not impossible to end up buying intelligence only to find out in the end that you've helped someone else.

However, Alex didn't hesitate too long.

"Okay. One hundred units of essential supplies. Send me the coordinates, and I'll verify them tomorrow. If they're accurate, I'll send you the supplies. Here's ten units upfront as a deposit."

Number 353345 happily opened his backpack.

Looking at the ten units of essential supplies Alex had sent, he fell into thought.

Maybe the price was a bit too low...

Perhaps this display of generosity had its effect, as Alex didn't encounter too many obstacles in obtaining the coordinates of the gold-level supply crate.

The survivor with number 353345 quickly sent over the coordinates.

Alex glanced at the location.

It wasn't particularly close to his villa, but it wasn't too far either.

Alex: "Received. Once I verify the coordinates tomorrow and confirm the accuracy of the intelligence, I'll immediately send you the remaining payment."

Number 353345: "Pleasure doing business with you."

Alex needed to rest well, to face the unknown dangers in the best possible condition. Moreover, tomorrow would bring an update on an infinite supply, and he was eager to see what he might get.

Could it provide assistance?

Alex called Mia and briefed her on the situation.

After listening, Mia pondered briefly.

"Alex, I think there's a high chance that these coordinates are a trap. It's not worth risking yourself. If the picture that person sent is fake or from a different location, going alone to the coordinates they provided could be very dangerous."

Alex nodded in agreement.

In fact, that was the direction he was leaning toward as well.

In this dangerous world, one couldn't afford to be overly trusting.

But he still said, "Mia, you and I are on the same page. Whether the coordinates are real or not, it's almost certain that someone will be watching me. However, the temptation of the gold-level supply crate is just too great. You know the strategic importance of this supply; it's worth the risk."

Mia frowned with worry and said, "But it's really dangerous, I'm very concerned about you..."

Alex smiled, reassuring Mia as he held her hand. "It's okay. If anything happens, I'll retreat promptly. Besides, in terms of combat power alone, I'm not afraid of anyone."

Mia sighed. "It's a pity I can't help much. If there were enough combat supplies and medical items, I'd accompany you."

Alex chuckled. "You stay at home for now, set up those traps I gave you in the vicinity, practice your crossbow accuracy, and when I gather enough combat supplies, whether you want to come with me or not, I'll be dragging you along."

Mia reluctantly agreed. "Alright, I'll stay put at home."

After Alex and Mia briefly planned their actions for the next day, they spent the better part of the day scavenging, trying to buy as many combat-related supplies as possible on the trading platform - Molotov cocktails, crossbow bolts, iron spikes, and so on.

The next morning, Alex woke up early and checked his system's email.

Seeing the email announcing an unlimited supply of gasoline, he couldn't stop smiling.

His biggest concern about the supply of combat materials not keeping up had now been resolved.

With gasoline, he essentially had an unlimited number of Molotov cocktails.

Although using gasoline for combustion might be a bit more troublesome compared to ready-made Molotov cocktails on the trading platform, the advantage lay in its abundance.

With his upgraded physical abilities, Alex could easily throw gasoline barrels thirty to forty meters away.

Throwing one into a group of zombies and igniting it would be an endless resource.

After receiving the gasoline, Alex felt more confident about his upcoming actions.

If there really was a gold-level supply crate, Alex was confident that, given enough time, he could wipe out a group of zombies without the same difficulty he faced last time.

Without hesitation, Alex set out immediately.

After bidding farewell to Mia, he found a bicycle outside and swiftly headed towards his destination.

With his physical fitness, even if he ran for a whole day, as long as he had supplies, he wouldn't feel tired at all.

Riding a bicycle only added to his speed.

Moreover, it was a road bike.

Heading to the coordinates of the gold-level supply crate, he could follow a desolate road all the way.

Alex could be said to be speeding, not inferior to those professional cyclists from the previous world.

Soon, he arrived near the coordinate point.

Alex was slightly out of breath, but he quickly regained his composure.

After storing the bicycle in his backpack, Alex took out his binoculars and looked towards the warehouse he had seen in the photo.

Indeed, there was a faint golden glow emanating from inside.

But the continuous roar of zombies made one's heart tremble with fear.

It seemed that the coordinates provided by number 353345 were accurate.

Alex slowly approached the warehouse, preparing to take down the gold-level supply crate in one go and then make his way back.

But for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was trailing him from behind.

Alex quickened his pace, leaped over a large rock, and swiftly dashed behind a big tree, concealing his figure.

Sure enough, as soon as he hid, he heard the sound of someone landing after flipping over the rock.

Alex took out a small mirror and, through the reflection, saw the person tracking him.

A delicate-looking, petite woman.

But from appearances alone, she fit the stereotype of a "moe" girl.

This was the favorite type for lolicons.

Unfortunately, Alex wasn't interested in women with such flat figures.

He still had a soft spot for Mia's hot and attractive figure.

Reigning in his instinctual gaze as a man, Alex calmly observed the woman.

He didn't know which faction this woman belonged to, but she was definitely someone who intended harm to him.

Since you're not righteous, don't blame me for being unjust.