Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

66: Chapter 66 The First Deal with Zhou XiaoTap, tap, tap...

The five of them exchanged glances, and almost simultaneously lowered their weapons, hiding their figures within the shadows of the vehicles.

Ten seconds later.

We meet again, Miss Ye.

The familiar voice rang out once more.

Ye Nanxing turned around expressionlessly and saw Zhou Xiao leading a dozen or so people as they walked in.

They were wearing tactical gear and were well-equipped, with their firearms sealed in military packs on their backs; they had clearly just arrived from outside, still carrying the chill of the snow on them.

Zhou Xiao, walking in front, was still wearing that black cold-weather tactical coat. The wind and snow had not ruffled his hair, and his eyes were as cold as frost.

His gaze swept across the interior of Warehouse No. 4, his brows raised slightly, a hint of imperceptible inquiry in his eyes.

Of the hundreds of cars, only a few remained now.

He hadn’t seen Ye Nanxing use her ability at the Future Museum of Technology, but these rows of empty storage bays were highly irrational.

This woman couldn’t possibly have only one vehicle.

It seems I’ve arrived a step too late, Zhou Xiao said in a calm tone.

Ye Nanxing stood by the ventilation duct in the last row, leaning against a half-camper, her expression unchanged: It’s you who are slow.

Zhou Xiao chuckled softly.

When we met yesterday at the Future Museum of Technology, you refused me, he said. I don’t force people, so I came today—I just want to say it again.

Join Wind Eye. His gaze was resolute, his tone calm. You can control more and live longer.

I can control the world on my own, Ye Nanxing’s tone remained indifferent. So, there’s no need.

Their eyes clashed briefly; there was no scent of gunpowder, but the tension was palpable.

Zhou Xiao looked at her, as if confirming—she was truly completely unmoved.

Very well, he nodded slightly. I respect your position.

He turned to look at the remaining batch of cars in Warehouse No. 4, paused, and said:

I have no interest in fighting over them, but I need a portion of this batch of cars.

Zhang Tianjin’s eyes narrowed, and his gun barrel lifted again.

Sun Hao frowned: Want to rob us?

No, Zhou Xiao raised a hand, It’s to negotiate.

These cars are not military, nor are they state assets; they are supplies privately hoarded by certain high-ranking officials. I know you’ve already taken the previous few warehouses.

I won’t ask how you transported them, and I don’t care about the method. I only need to know—can you accept a trade?

Ye Nanxing narrowed her eyes slightly: What do you want to trade with?

I will give you access to intelligence exchange on Wind Eye’s exclusive frequency, Zhou Xiao said, including synchronization of the distribution of ability users in the current few urban districts, information on black market entrances and exits, and clues to some mobile supplies.

Seeing that Ye Nanxing didn’t react, Zhou Xiao realized his offer was too low, so he took a step forward:

I’ll add two more things.

First, he raised his hand, making a circle the size of a finger joint, a nano-scale solar thermal conversion device that can extract infrared waste heat in the polar night environment and convert it into electrical energy, used for individual equipment or small bases. I can provide two sets of assembly diagrams and modules.

And, he pulled a silver-gray vacuum bag from the zippered pouch on his back and tossed it gently onto the ground, two sets of Zero Point Series cold-weather gear, unmass-produced black-tech products that I won at a black market auction; they are in limited supply.

Ye Nanxing subconsciously glanced at it.

The packaging was unopened, and the compression bag was labeled Zero Point Trial Number — S012, with a green seal, which was extremely rare.

She slowly crouched down and sliced open the bag with her fingertips.

A fresh scent of low-temperature molecules assailed her nose; the material was as light as nothing, yet possessed extreme toughness.

She was indeed wearing custom tactical cold-weather gear, but the moment she touched this clothing, she could feel—it was completely not from the same technological era.

Zhao Wei leaned in from behind to take a peek and whispered: ...How much must this cost?

Starting bid was two million per set, Zhou Xiao said in a calm tone. I only managed to get two pieces that day.

The comfort and thermal insulation performance completely surpass current tactical gear; it allows for long-term activity in temperatures below minus eighty degrees.

Ye Nanxing lowered her head, her fingertips touching the inner lining.

The clothing automatically activated a micro-heating system, and the energy chip adapted to the temperature change within a second, like a living, intelligent protective layer.

She didn’t speak, but everyone could see—she was tempted.

After five seconds, she spoke indifferently:

Where was the auction held?

District 3, Old Theater, second basement level, numbered black market D9 - Hidden Venue, Zhou Xiao replied. Once every half month, by invitation only.

I can provide an access pass.

Ye Nanxing nodded.

Then you’ve shown enough sincerity this time.

She stood up, patted the silver-gray camper, and said, Deal.

She pointed to the last row of the warehouse: From left to right, take the first five vehicles, and I’ll keep the last three.

And this one, she patted the roof of the vehicle, for my own use.

Agreed, Zhou Xiao nodded. You chose very steadily.

The two teams completed the handover in the corner of the warehouse.

Zhou Cheng recorded the details, while Zhao Wei stared fixedly at the two Zero Point suits; he didn’t say anything, but his eyes were full of Can you let me try wearing it once.

Once the trade was completed, Zhou Xiao led his people out.

The Wind Eye team exited the warehouse quietly and orderly. Before leaving, Zhou Xiao said:

I will send the information to you via a neutral channel, and I’ll include the entry method for D9 - Hidden Venue as well.

Of course, he turned back. There are quite a few good things at the auction right now.

If you want to clear out your inventory, hurry over—most of what can be looted in the urban districts has basically been looted.

Ye Nanxing’s eyes flashed.

I do indeed still have credit left to spend.

That place, she said indifferently, it’s perfect for clearing out a wave of accounts.

She turned to look at Zhao Wei: Have Zhou Cheng check the account balance. We are preparing to move to the next location.

Night fell, and Ye Nanxing and her group drove back to the high-rise apartment in Phoenix City; the top-floor unit had long since been sealed into a small survival bunker.

The trade with Wind Eye was complete, the auction supplies were accounted for, the looting that needed to be done was done, and the authority that needed to be established was established—it was time to have a decent meal.

Zhao Wei laughed while pulling things out of his space: Boss, what’s for dinner today? I haven’t touched meat for a full twenty hours.

Iron pot braised goose, Ye Nanxing said calmly.

...Holy shit, the whole city is blocked by heavy snow, the power is out, and we can still eat goose at home?

And it has to have vermicelli and cabbage, Sun Hao added.

Zhang Tianjin had already silently taken out a long knife and was chopping the dressed goose, just thawed from the space, into neat pieces.

Steam was rising in the kitchen.

Before long, the sound of glug, glug stewing rang out from the pot. The ingredients included a handful of whole scallions, chili peppers, dried ginger, and a bag of vermicelli, along with fresh potatoes, corn, dried beans, and various mushrooms stored in Ye Nanxing’s space.

When the aroma of the stewed goose wafted out, Zhao Wei was already wearing an apron, preparing to stick corn cakes around the pot.

Your skills are just too much... I didn’t expect us to be able to eat something so authentic at a time like this.

Zhang Tianjin watched as Zhao Wei skillfully stuck the cakes to the side of the pot; his technique was no worse than the aunties in the restaurants.

Ye Nanxing took a few large watermelons out of the space, cut them in half, and placed them in a circle around the table.

...If anyone else saw this table of ours, wouldn’t they go crazy? Sun Hao stared at the pile on the table, his eyes fixed.

The drinks you can buy outside are all in our freezer, Zhou Cheng added.

Zhao Wei took off his apron and slapped his chopsticks down with a clack: Let’s dig in. We’re not talking about manners today; it’s all about hand speed!

Sun Hao’s chopsticks reached out faster than anyone else’s, grabbing two pieces of goose in one go, and he said muddledly with his mouth full: Is this soup made from stewing the goose, or did a deity season it?

Zhang Tianjin, on the other hand, silently kept his bowl filled steadily, eating one piece of goose meat at a time, chewing slowly and swallowing, but his brows relaxed gently.

Zhou Cheng was quite refined, but while eating, he opened his notebook terminal to continue looking at the data analysis of the D9 transaction records.

...Can you turn down the screen light while you eat? Zhao Wei said indistinctly, his mouth stuffed with vermicelli. It’s making my eyes dazzle.

It’s affecting my appetite, Sun Hao agreed.

Whether you get to eat a few meals depends entirely on me maintaining the intelligence network, Zhou Cheng said nonchalantly.

Enough, enough, come on, cheers! Zhao Wei raised his Sprite, To the last of human civilization!

To our home’s last thermos, Sun Hao raised his dark plum juice.

To Boss Ye, Zhang Tianjin raised his orange juice, speaking rarely.

The three cups clinked gently.

Ding—

Before they could start, the doorbell rang outside.