The scene changed, and the oppressive atmosphere dissipated in an instant.
After he activated interdimensional travel, he appeared directly on Coconut Island.
He checked his phone to make sure there were no incoming calls before he walked to the beach.
The two construction robots were still working in front of the construction site. After he took out the tablet to check the progress, Jiang Chen didn't bother them anymore as he walked to his boat. He filled the tank with oil before he started the boat and headed to Coro Island.
It was already late at night with only sporadic lights visible in the direction of the city.
After he got off the boat, Jiang Chen didn't immediately return to the mansion. Instead, he drove to a gas station near the southern end of Coro Island.
He parked the car next to the self-service gas station and honked twice.
Soon, the employee on duty at the gas station walked over.
The white man in uniform rubbed his eyes as he lazily walked out. It was obvious that he was taking a nap.
Most of the English residents in Xin were bilingual. Colbert looked at Jiang Chen in the car and yawned. He put his hand on the roof of the car and asked impatiently in Han.
"How much?"
"As much as you have."
Colbert paused for a moment as he touched the stubble on his face.
"How much?"
Jiang Chen didn't waste time with him as he took out a stack of bills and slapped it on the roof. "2000 USD. Prepare a few barrels for me."
In case of emergencies, he usually kept tens of thousands of cash in the storage dimension.
2000 USD?!
Colbert instantly woke up. He didn't move but he cautiously looked at Jiang Chen.
"2000 USD? Why did you buy so much gas? "
He had to ask a few more questions. The recent security situation in Xin was not peaceful, and it made people feel insecure. If the gas was sold from his hands, then someone would use it to create terror. If the attack happened, it would be traced back to him.
Although the more gas he sold, the higher the commission he would receive at the end of the month, he didn't dare to sell the gas!
Jiang Chen sighed as he took out a Presidential Palace pass from his pocket and put it in front of Colbert's eyes.
"It's not good for you to ask too much, buddy."
After receiving the Presidential Residence Pass, the doubts in Colbert's heart instantly disappeared. To be able to freely enter and exit the Xin Presidential Palace, it shouldn't be anything terrifying. Terrorist, most likely working for the president.
"The oil barrel is in the warehouse. Wait for a moment." Colbert returned the pass to Jiang Chen and walked to the gas station warehouse.
"Wait, is there a truck at the gas station?" Jiang Chen stuck his head out of the window and stopped him.
Colbert shook his head. "No, but the pickup I drive to work is over there."
"Okay, what's your name?"
Colbert was stunned.
"Colbert. What happened? "
"Mr. Colbert, do you want to earn $1,000?" Jiang Chen put his hand into his pocket, took out a stack of US dollars, and put it on the platform.
…
Because of the absence of the National Development and Reform Commission, Xin's oil price was still considered international. As the international crude oil market fell below US $30 per barrel, 91 gasoline also fell below US $1.3 per gallon, which was US $0.34 per liter.
How much gas could he buy with 2,000 USD?
A full 5882.4 liters!
Based on 159 liters per barrel, 2,000 USD could buy 37 barrels of gasoline! Colbert almost flipped the entire warehouse of the gas station upside down before he found enough barrels of oil.
With this batch of gasoline, it should be enough for the zombies outside the Fishbone base's wall to have a taste of their own medicine.
With a hefty tip, Colbert naturally busied himself with work. Huffing and puffing, he carried the empty oil drum onto the trailer of his pickup truck, then unscrewed the oil nozzle and began to fill it with oil.
With a tip of 1,000 USD, he only needed to transport the barrels to Celestial Trade's warehouse. Where else could he find such a cheap job?
After a few trips, the 37 barrels were finally transported to Celestial Trade's warehouse.
Jiang Chen handed the tip to him and told him to "keep everything that happened today in your heart." Seeing how confident he was, Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder and told him to prepare more barrels at the gas station next time before he signaled him to leave.
After Colbert drove away, Jiang Chen returned to the warehouse and closed the door.
He threw all the gasoline into the storage dimension and traveled back to the apocalypse.
As soon as he arrived in the apocalypse, he heard the endless gunshots from afar.
After he placed the gasoline in the warehouse in the backyard, Jiang Chen found Wang Qin and ordered her to transport the gasoline into the warehouse.
Wang Qin was already used to the marshal secretly transporting supplies to the backyard, so she didn't ask any questions. She immediately ordered the logistics department staff to drive a tow truck and carefully load the flammable and explosive items onto the truck. Then, they were transported to a separate warehouse for storage.
When Jiang Chen boarded the command tower, he saw Wang Zhaowu with a serious expression.
"What's the situation now?"
"The fuel reserve in the base has been depleted by 40%. The fuel production rate cannot keep up with the consumption, and the Carm tree sap reserve is only enough to produce 30 barrels at most. The fuel at the Sixth Street is barely enough, and they can't spare any extra fuel to support us. If this continues, we won't be able to clear the zombie bodies in three days, "Wang Zhaowu said with difficulty.
Looking at Wang Zhaowu's expression, Jiang Chen smiled and said.
"I've already solved the gasoline problem."
Thinking that only six hours had passed, Jiang Chen wouldn't be able to obtain a lot of gasoline, so Wang Zhaowu forced a smile and said, "One or two barrels of gasoline won't solve the problem. Zombies don't have a lot of oil in their bodies. To ignite the bodies under one wall would require around 300 liters of gasoline, and the base has four walls … "
"Is 37 barrels enough?" Jiang Chen smiled.
37 barrels?
37 barrels!
Wang Zhaowu finally reacted as he stared at Jiang Chen with his eyes wide open. "37 barrels?! How many liters? "
"159 liters. It's already in the warehouse."
"159 liters, a total of … 5883 liters! Hahaha! That's great! " Ecstatic, Wang Zhaowu slammed his fist on the table and pressed on his headset. "Attention, Corpse Incineration Squad, prepare to go to the warehouse to collect fuel. Burn him for me. Fu * k! "
"Roger."
After ending the communication, Wang Zhaowu realized he lost his composure as he scratched the back of his head with a smile.
But Jiang Chen didn't care about the details as he smiled and said, "Don't worry about the fuel, I'll get another batch in a few days. You must guard the wall, don't skimp on it, understood? "
"Understood!" Wang Zhaowu saluted in high spirits.
The 37 barrels that Jiang Chen brought undoubtedly solved the base's desperate situation. As to how he got it, who cared? As a qualified subordinate, he only needed to complete the tasks assigned to him step by step!
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