Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 415

"How's the mission going?"

Tong Zhan cast a faint glance at the woman.

Despite his boyish appearance, his eyes carried an oppressive weight that made it hard to breathe.

Wu Mei smirked coyly. "I’ve already dealt Peng Shaowei a serious blow. By now, they’ve probably started pointing fingers at each other."

Tong Zhan said nothing, his right index and middle fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of the sofa, as if lost in thought.

After a long pause, he turned to a young man in black standing nearby, whose expression oozed arrogance.

"Everything arranged?"

Si Sha gave a haughty nod.

"Of course. The moment they show up, they won’t leave alive."

His eyes brimmed with confidence.

A sinister smirk curled at Tong Zhan’s lips. "Good."

His gaze drifted into the distance, as if fixated on someone unseen.

Where *are* you?

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Beside Wu Mei and Si Sha stood two other figures.

One was a middle-aged man with a deep brown centipede crawling along his left arm.

Short and hunched, he looked decades older than his forty-something years.

His sidelong glances carried a chilling aura, making anyone who met his gaze shudder with discomfort.

The other man was a towering brute, easily over two meters tall.

Yet his dull, vacant stare gave him the air of a simpleton.

A closer look would reveal an odd detail—each of the four bore a distinct bite mark on the back of their hand.

The size and shape suggested the teeth of a child.

Their eyes, too, were abnormal.

More white than black, resembling... zombies.

But not quite.

Something far stranger lingered in their presence.

Beyond these unsettling traits, however, they seemed otherwise ordinary.

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Yun Xiaoxiao and her team flew straight to the Western Base’s gates in a helicopter.

But the moment they disembarked, they were surrounded.

No friendly faces greeted them—only hostility, suspicion, and raw fury.

"Yun Xiaoxiao, our Western Base has always treated you with sincerity. Chief Peng even praised you repeatedly. Why did you attack him?!"

A young soldier, often seen at Peng Shaowei’s side, glared at her indignantly, voicing the injustice.

His words struck a chord.

In seconds, every guard at the base was eyeing Yun Xiaoxiao’s group like mortal enemies.

"Hey, what’s wrong with you? Our kid’s been in Yun City this whole time. She never stepped foot here. How could she hurt Chief Peng?"

Nie Yizhou stepped forward, hands on his hips, lips curled in defiance.

"We *saw* her enter the base with our own eyes! You expect us to believe this nonsense?"

"Exactly! I was on gate duty—I *know* it was her!"

"Yeah, me too!"

The crowd erupted, anger boiling over. Some even tightened their grips on their weapons.

They knew they were no match for Yun Xiaoxiao’s group.

But if this wasn’t an apology—if it was a provocation—they’d fight to the death for justice.

"Since when does seeing mean believing?"

A soft, almost playful voice cut through the tension.

Yun Xiaoxiao took two steps forward, her bright eyes sweeping over the crowd.

Then, just as suddenly, she lowered her head, as if lost in thought—her expression unreadable.

The guards exchanged confused glances.

What was she doing?

Why stop mid-sentence?

They’d expected an explanation.

Then—

"Ah!"

"Who *kicked* me?!"

"Stop—stop tickling me! I can’t—hahaha—!"

"WHO’S PULLING MY PANTS DOWN?!"

The front row of guards reeled from unseen attacks.

No real harm done—just sheer, bewildering terror.

There was no one around them.

No accomplice in sight.

It was sudden.

It was *impossible.*

Like being haunted.

The men stumbled, flustered—especially the last, who yanked his pants up in a panic, ears burning red.

The chaos sent the base’s forces into high alert, scanning wildly for the culprit.

And that’s when Yun Xiaoxiao finally lifted her head.

She smiled sweetly at the shaken guards.

"Well? Did you see who did it?"

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"It was *you!*"

Her taunt was all the confirmation they needed.

"Of course it was me," she admitted breezily.

"So... did you *see* me?"

The crowd stiffened.

What kind of question was that?

If they’d seen her, they wouldn’t be scrambling like idiots.

"Now think: If I *really* wanted to hurt Uncle Peng, would I stroll right up to you, let you memorize my face, *then* go attack him?"

Her gaze sharpened, cutting through them.

"And if I *did* decide to finish someone off..."

A cold laugh.

"...I wouldn’t leave them *breathing.* I believe in *eradicating* problems—roots and all."

Her words landed like hammer blows.

The truth dawned on them.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s little demonstration proved one thing: If she’d wanted Peng Shaowei dead, she could’ve slipped in *unseen.*

Why *announce* herself as the culprit?

Besides—much as they respected Chief Peng, everyone knew Yun Xiaoxiao was a cut above.

If she’d ambushed him *invisible,* he wouldn’t have survived with just injuries.

"So... it *wasn’t* you?"

Someone still had to ask.

Yun Xiaoxiao arched a brow. "*What do you think?*"

The man flushed, embarrassed.

Before anyone else could speak, the crowd parted.

Hao Ren stepped forward.

"Chief Yun, Chief Peng is awake. He’s asked to see you."

His tone was nothing but respectful.