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

95: Chapter 95 Crossing the Boundary SignalAt the same time, Chu Yunting raised his hand and threw three tactical jamming grenades, his movements crisp and decisive, without a moment’s pause.

The jamming grenades followed a triangular projection trajectory, precisely sticking to the corners on both sides of the corridor and the blind spot of the overhead surveillance, forming an inverted V-shaped closed array.

”Jamming grenades effective, signal shielding coverage has reached 87%.”

”Main ring closed entrance preheated.”

Before he finished speaking, the sub-control terminal on his wrist emitted a low-frequency vibration alert: [Main security control system is switching logic channels].

Chu Yunting’s eyes darkened, and he immediately turned his head to look at the logic repeater light bar on the wall to the right of the corridor.

That was a row of auxiliary devices used to indicate the ”system judgment execution level”; usually, outsiders wouldn’t pay attention to it, but he knew exactly what it represented.

The flashing frequency of the light bar—originally four times per second, had now dropped to three times per second.

”Switching logic has entered a critical delay state.”

He narrowed his eyes and watched for half a second, his judgment falling precisely: ”Security logic switching delay is 4 seconds; we have a gap.”

”In these four seconds—the system can only process static commands and cannot actively identify ’dynamic intrusions’.”

He didn’t speak quickly, but every word sounded like a pre-arranged tactical node.

That was the accumulation of professional competence, the ”experience of surviving” earned inch by inch after the extreme cold.

He pressed the final button on the terminal: ”Thermal field suppression program initiated; the fire control system will self-lock within the blind zone in 10 seconds.”

Then he looked at Ye Nanxing.

”As soon as you go out, I will blow up the corridor entrance.”

”Don’t look back after you go in.”

”Remember to turn right for fifteen meters; that air duct is a private passage I left back then, it’s not on the main map.”

Ye Nanxing leaned forward slightly, her right hand’s five fingers steadily pressed against the cabin surface, a faint, imperceptible ring of energy ripples emerging from her palm, like an undertow, quietly tearing through that layer of solid metal structure.

She was forcibly releasing a spatial tremor.

A drop of cold sweat had already seeped from her temple.

This was a high-intensity penetration mission.

The air outside the cabin seemed to be drained, the temperature even dropped by a degree, and even the monitor screen beside it began to blur and flicker, as if pulled into a miniature spatial turbulence storm.

Ten seconds later—

[Unlocking complete · Cabin depressurizing · Please be aware of temperature difference reactions]

”Click!”

The lock cylinder fell off, and the internal sealing mechanism slid out a gap like a dislocated bone.

A burst of cold air, almost freezing the nerves, erupted from the gap, as if the gates of a locked hell had suddenly opened.

She did not retreat.

Instead, she leaned forward, raised her hands to press against both sides of the crack, and pushed the alloy hatch out inch by inch.

The cold air curled into her cuffs, but her expression didn’t change, only her palms trembled slightly, and her fingertips turned white.

Inside the cabin, that Child opened its eyes.

Its face was pale as paper, its lips slightly purple due to long-term low temperature, and its thin body was wrapped in a thin experimental suit, looking like a young beast abandoned in a cold storage.

But its eyes were not confused.

No fear.

The moment it saw Ye Nanxing, it almost instinctively—raised its hands.

The movement was slow, yet full of stubborn ”longing to be close,” as if all its energy was concentrated on that one action.

Like a newborn beast that had seen the only scent it remembered.

Ye Nanxing’s heart stirred, she reached out and hugged it.

In that instant, she could feel the trembling of this small, thin body; its muscles lacked strength due to long-term slumber, but those hands were abnormally tightly locked onto her shoulders, ten fingers tightened, holding on for dear life.

As if afraid that if it let go, it would once again sink into that endless dark dream.

”I know.”

Ye Nanxing whispered a sentence, not said to Chu Yunting.

It was said to the Child in her arms who hadn’t said anything, couldn’t say anything, but had awakened before her.

It didn’t shout, didn’t struggle, and didn’t even cry.

It just held her tightly, as if it had grabbed the last unmelted match in the world.

The next second, she turned around and stepped out of the experimental cabin with firm steps.

The lights in the entire sealed area had turned from red to purple, the system automatically alarmed and entered a level-two state, cooling fans buzzed all around, pipe valves emitted low-frequency resonance, and the rear corridor simultaneously started its closed preheating.

— — Her time was running out.

But she didn’t look back.

One hand steadily held the Child, while the other hand slowly raised, palm facing forward.

Her five fingers slightly spread, her knuckles making a soft sound.

This was her first time actively tearing open space.

Previously, even after awakening her ability, all she could do was fold supplies in existing gaps, shatter lock cylinders, and create micro-disturbance layers; she was far from being able to so violently open a ”crack.”

But at this moment—

The timing was right.

The air around her was in turmoil.

The energy system was fluctuating under overload, the main control logic had entered a buffer delay state, plus the ”micro-energy collapse zone” created by the jamming grenades thrown by Chu Yunting—

The entire spatial structure experienced a rare ”semi-collapse critical point.”

Just like a piece of glass that was originally sealed, under external force and high-frequency resonance, an invisible ”hairline crack” appeared.

And she, relying on instinct, like an animal smelling blood—”sensed” that crack.

It wasn’t rational operation, but—intuition.

She gritted her teeth, her five fingers suddenly clenched, concentrating her ability toward her palm.

Her mental power contracted violently, as if twisting an iron wire into her bones.

Her vision suddenly went black, her eardrums began to roar, and a trace of the smell of blood even overflowed from her nasal cavity.

But she didn’t stop.

The next second, a very narrow spatial crack was finally torn open in front of her palm, like ice shattering, and like reality being peeled off a layer.

The edges of the crack trembled incessantly, black shimmer winding like a snake, the air as if vacuumed out.

She took a deep breath, held the Child tightly, and stepped in without looking back.

It wasn’t boldness.

It was that one second later, this ”tearable reality” would heal again.

And she might not have a second chance.

Her back was decisive, like a sharp blade slicing through ruins, hacking out a door of life into the depths of the Apocalypse.

That Child in her arms didn’t make a sound, only used all its strength to grab her, as if holding onto the whole world.

Just one word.

”Go.”

Cold.

Precise.

Ruthless.

It was also the first time in her life she had used her own hands to tear this world open.

The moment the spatial crack was torn open, the energy burst point, like a black tide, swept and washed along the inner walls of the corridor.

The air trembled, the ground trembled slightly, and even the temperature control system was forced to break the circuit, the red light flashing and then extinguishing.

The alarm ”clicked” and stopped, the last beam of warning light turned into noise-like electrical sparks, instantly annihilated.

That wasn’t an explosion.

It was the ”sense of detachment” of reality being torn open.

Ye Nanxing held the Child tightly.

When her right foot stepped out and crossed into that twisted crack, her body shook violently, as if she had suddenly been stripped out of the whole world.

The next second—

[System positioning lost]

[Real-time coordinates unrecognizable]

[Monitoring main chain interrupted · Data capture failed]

The spatial structure was closing, like a healing wound, slowly but firmly sealing.