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

83: Chapter 83 The Hidden Entrance to the SnowfieldZhao Wei followed her gaze, his brows immediately knitting together.

”Two convoys?”

Zhang Tianjin had already quietly slid his holster out, one hand resting on the grip at his lower back, his voice low and cold.

”Not small fries. The march route is orderly, the equipment suppression is stable; it’s a large unit.”

Lin Wanru instinctively took half a step back, while Ye Nanxing just gazed coldly, expressionless.

There was no communication warning, nor was there any identity projection.

Her eyes were like blades, her fingers slightly hooked on her holster:

”Stay alert.”

The next second, the first black armored vehicle drove out of the wind and snow.

The body of the vehicle was covered in a layer of camouflaged ice, and a blurry emblem on the front was vaguely visible—it was one of the markings once used by the government system.

Zhao Wei cursed under his breath.

”The hell? This is equipment from the ’Combat Deployment Sequence’... Where did these government people come from?”

At the same time, on the other side, a second convoy emerged from the snow mist.

Silver-gray non-standard tactical configuration, clean bodies with no serial numbers, yet the equipment and firepower of every vehicle were not weak at all—a major non-governmental faction.

”...They’ve come too.” Sun Hao’s voice turned cold.

”Who is it?” Lin Wanru asked in a low voice.

Zhou Cheng replied, ”One you cannot provoke, and one you cannot afford to offend.”

In the center of the snowstorm, both convoys stopped at almost the same time.

On the left, the black armored vehicle slowly cut its engine. The serial number faintly revealed on the body belonged to one of the ’Combat Deployment Sequences’ retained at the end of the old government system, which was very telling.

On the right, the non-governmental armed column composed of silver-gray non-standard vehicles landed steadily. Each vehicle was sleek, without numbers or markings, but the firepower equipment clearly showed they were no ordinary squad.

Zhao Wei instinctively cursed.

”Damn, this formation isn’t just someone coming to use the back door.”

Sun Hao whispered, ”They’re here—it’s the two of them.”

Before the words left his mouth, the back door of the black armored vehicle opened.

Zhou Xiao, dressed in a high-spec military thermal tactical suit, with his collar tightened and a cold-forged combat blade at his waist, exuded a strong sense of oppression as he stepped out of the vehicle.

The first person he saw was Ye Nanxing. His expression was calm; he only nodded slightly, as if acknowledging something, or perhaps confirming something.

On the other side, with his trench coat fluttering, Chu Yunting stepped out from the side of the vehicle with a light step, a calm smile, and a temperament as gentle as ever.

Amidst the snow, his eyes moved, landing on Ye Nanxing immediately, his gaze softening:

”I knew you would come.”

”The entrance to this place is too hidden. To be able to find it just by coordinates... Nanxing, you’re still as impressive as ever.”

His tone was gentle, his voice lowered, as if the surrounding ice and snow had melted a little for her.

Ye Nanxing nodded, expressionless: ”I won’t let useful things slip by.”

Zhao Wei stood on the side, his teeth aching, and muttered,

”Here we go again, here we go again... the ’exclusive tenderness’ is online.”

Ye Nanxing remained expressionless, only glancing over indifferently.

”Why are you here?”

Chu Yunting showed a helpless smile.

”I know you won’t accept too much help, but since I happen to have the entry clearance, why not let me take you along?”

He paused, then added in a low voice:

”Whatever you want, I will give to you.”

”If you don’t want to owe me a favor, then let’s just say... I’m repaying your life.”

He said this only to Ye Nanxing, his gaze focused and sincere.

—And turning to face Zhou Xiao, Chu Yunting’s smile remained, but he reined in three parts of his sincerity.

”Commander Zhou is here too, what a lively crowd.”

”It’s really unfortunate that I only have three spots: me, my subordinate, and one temporary position.”

He suddenly smiled, his tone ’full of sincerity’:

”I was actually just thinking—would Commander Zhou like to come in together?”

”Although the clearance is a bit tricky, I can help you ’smooth things over’.”

That tone was both like the consideration of a ’white lotus’ and a deliberate show-off.

Zhao Wei muttered on the side: ”...He’s practically got ’I have it, you don’t’ written all over his face.”

Zhou Xiao just gave a cold snort, his eyes like knives:

”The people I brought don’t need your arrangements.”

Chu Yunting didn’t continue speaking; he smiled and pulled a gray-white command badge from his trench coat, walking toward a certain unremarkable ’collapsed area’:

It was a patch of metal ruins, a damaged piece of construction machinery almost buried by snow, next to a pile of frozen, cracked concrete walls that looked completely worthless.

”It’s here,” Chu Yunting said in a low voice.

As he pressed the command activation key on the badge—

”Click—”

The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, accompanied by a slide of snow dust. The concrete base actually began to rotate clockwise and sink, and a piece of invisible metal floor unfolded like a gear.

[Channel Authorization Verification—Passed]

[Private Channel · Three-Person Quota · ID: S3-A67 · Currently Remaining: 1 Person]

Zhao Wei: ”Damn... that’s hidden deep.”

Sun Hao narrowed his eyes: ”If it weren’t for the command badge, let alone finding it, you wouldn’t even be able to tell it was an entrance.”

Chu Yunting turned his head to look at Ye Nanxing, his smile faint:

”I only have three private channel spots—”

”The first two have already been given to my team, this last one is for you.”

His tone was steady, as if he wasn’t worried she would refuse.

On the other side, Zhou Xiao had already walked to the other end—he led his team toward the back of a dilapidated building marked ’Iron Scrap Disposal Area.’

”Government Channel · G3 Main Line · Garrison Unit Open” prompt appeared.

There was an abandoned cooling shaft. But after Zhou Xiao took out the Military Core Pass—the rusty iron door actually folded inward, like a trapdoor, revealing a holographic sensor elevator below.

[Military Controlled Channel · Verification Passed]

[Identity Identification: Luo City Central Line Control · Zhou Xiao · Active Commander]

”Follow me.” Zhou Xiao said only this, then turned to look at Ye Nanxing and her group.

Ye Nanxing’s gaze swept across both sides.

On one side was the last ’private spot’ in Chu Yunting’s hand, where it was uncertain what could be seen, but there was greater freedom; on the other side was Zhou Xiao’s official route, with clear control, but standardized procedures, and all records were traceable.

She paused slightly, then said indifferently:

”I’ll go this way myself.”

”They will follow you.”

Zhao Wei wanted to open his mouth, but Sun Hao already pulled him, whispering: ”She has things to discuss.”

”Are you sure?” Zhou Xiao looked at her, his brows slightly raised.

”You know that what you see through the private channel is a non-public area.”

”...That’s why I’m choosing it.” Ye Nanxing said calmly.

”Public ones don’t necessarily have what I want.”

Chu Yunting smiled lightly: ”I am honored.”

Zhou Xiao didn’t speak again; he just raised his hand, leading Zhao Wei, Zhang Tianjin, Sun Hao, Lin Wanru, and their group into the military-controlled channel, disappearing behind a blue-white tactical light gate.

And Ye Nanxing was the last one to step into that private circular elevator.

”Click.”

The ground returned to silence.

Two channels, two destinies intertwined.

At the same time, a message appeared on the command terminal:

[Underground City Main Line · G-LINK Core · Synchronized and Activated]

[Total Visitors: 11 | Military Control Group 6 | Private Group 5]

The wind and snow were still falling; the ground had long since returned to a sheet of white.

And Ye Nanxing had already walked into the heart of ’Fate’—a world that truly belonged to the controllers.