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

189: Chapter 189 Revisiting LanyanThe wind was scorching, like a blade.

The sun, like an iron disk scorched by a furnace, hung in the pale sky, pouring down light that burned everything without mercy.

In weather like this, even rocks could shatter.

But on the main road of Tianlang Mountain, a convoy was slowly setting off.

Not hiding, not smuggling—

But driving onto the main road in broad daylight.

The convoy was led by three modified off-road main battle vehicles, with two multi-functional supply armored vehicles in the center, and an exoskeleton energy platform vehicle bringing up the rear, painted with a striking black and white interlocking totem:

[Tianlang Mountain · Independent Base · Southern Line Observation Team]

The entire convoy was sprayed with reflective coating, and the tops of the vehicles were equipped with lightweight solar circulation modules and signal arrays, bearing the unique autonomous symbols of a ”non-governmental system,” slowly advancing along the main route.

At the very front, a distinctive ”Tianlang Mountain” flag hung from the lead vehicle—a silver wolf on a black background, simple and cold, fluttering in the heat waves.

In the driver’s seat, Ye Nanxing sat in the passenger seat, her elbow resting on the window frame, her gaze calm, and her lip line as sharp as a blade.

She wore no sun hat, only a basic tactical suit and a temperature-controlled jacket, her whole person as steady as a piece of cold iron that could not be melted.

Chu Yunting sat in the driver’s seat of the lead vehicle, steering:

”With all signals on for this whole journey, driving openly toward Orchid Rock—they’re probably so scared that their data center is sounding alarms.”

Ye Nanxing said calmly:

”I want them to know.”

”We are here.”

”In the name of—Tianlang Mountain.”

Along the way, other small exile groups were hiding under sunshades.

Seeing this convoy with its flag, strict formation, and neat equipment passing by, they all stopped what they were doing and looked up, staring.

Their eyes were complex.

There was awe, there was envy, but mostly silence—

This was a ”sense of regularity” rarely seen in the current Apocalypse.

Even just driving past, it felt like a heat wave of ”order,” shaking people’s hearts.

Zhang Tianjin sat in the second vehicle, chuckling as he took a photo:

”Going around this circle is tougher than fighting a war.”

”Sis, we’re out here winning hearts and minds.”

Zhao Wei was in the rear vehicle, holding his gun on guard, and clicked his tongue:

”Then let them see clearly—in this Apocalypse, it’s not just the ’old government’ struggling.”

”There are also bases like ours, that dig their own water, survive the extreme cold on their own, and forge their own sparks—bases that dare to show their identity.”

When the convoy entered the twenty-kilometer signal range of Lanyan Shelter, Zhou Cheng quickly connected to the main console and adjusted the equipment:

”Officially opening the channel, broadcasting the identity code.”

”Signal is fully open across all frequencies, identification segment is starting.”

Ye Nanxing did not hesitate and gave the order directly:

”Let them receive it.”

”I don’t need to hide.”

”I want them to know: we are here to observe, and perhaps to evaluate.”

—Not to beg.”

The signal quickly fed back:

[Identification Complete · Tianlang Mountain Base Southern Line Team · Third-Class Diplomatic Observation Clearance]

[Please enter through the main gate · Code G Lane · Guard post guidance ten kilometers ahead]

Chu Yunting snorted: ”See, they are afraid of us.”

”Afraid we won’t give them face, and afraid we’ll see too much.”

Ye Nanxing closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat:

”Then we must go in even more.”

”To see clearly.”

At this moment, at the core center of Lanyan Shelter.

The elder Duan Heng stood on the outer observation deck, watching the neat convoy approaching from afar.

The wind was so hot that even his white hair was burning.

But he gently touched the blueprint on the table, as if waiting for some chess game about to unfold.

An official from the government affairs group stepped forward: ”Director Duan, the other party—they’ve entered while openly declaring their identity.”

”They also brought a complete team, and quite a few of their devices are turned on.”

Duan Heng just nodded:

”Open the passage.”

”We should also... let her see whether we really want to ’survive’.”

The scorching air felt like an invisible wall, pressing down heavily on the main southeast passage of Lanyan Shelter.

The fully armed soldiers at the guard post stood in formation, their gray-white sun-protective capes fluttering in the hot wind, and metal detectors were set up in the center of the passage, flashing red light like a boundary between life and death.

The convoy slowly drove in—

No longer gray-faced refugee vehicles, nor ordinary refugee transport lines.

But powered armored vehicles bearing the mark of Tianlang Mountain Base.

Pure black coating, reflective embossed patterns, like a pack of silent hounds, approaching with an oppressive feeling of extreme cold and extreme heat blended together.

The lead vehicle stopped, and the door opened.

Ye Nanxing was the first to get out of the car.

She had no tactical exoskeleton on her, nor any armor, only a gray-white field jacket, heat-resistant boots, and a simple hair tie pulling her long hair up high, with faint marks on the side of her neck from the sun.

She looked calm as usual.

But everyone—knew who she was.

The identifier in the commanding sergeant’s hand trembled slightly, almost slipping from his palm. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward:

”Please cooperate with the scan... this is just a routine procedure.”

Before his voice had even faded, Zhang Tianjin had already taken a step out, blocking in front of Ye Nanxing with one hand.

He grinned, but his tone was as cold as an ice pick:

”Do you want to scan her, or do you want to ignite your entire system?”

”The identifier is iron, but behind it is fire.”

”You’re not sure if you can scan anything, but we can be sure you’ll definitely be burned clean.”

The sergeant froze, his face turning pale, and he subconsciously stepped back half a step.

Standing on the other side, Chu Yunting’s gaze was as calm as a blade, his tone flat yet piercing through people’s hearts:

”Not using fire is her bottom line.”

”But if it really starts—which of your defensive lines can hold?”

The soldier felt a chill down his spine and dared not move again.

Two nearby auxiliary police officers quietly put away their identifiers, their expressions stiff and respectful.

At this moment, the atmosphere on both sides of the passage nearly froze.

But Ye Nanxing did not embarrass anyone.

She just took a step forward, her tone flat:

”We are not here for a confrontation.”

”Nor are we here to grab anything.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over all the personnel in formation, her eyes like passing over a row of nameless monuments:

”We are here to—take a look at this Shelter and see if it is still worth collaborating with.”

”We come with sincerity, but we do not accept being tested.”

Having said that, she just crossed that metal scanning gate.

It did not trigger any alarms.

There was no obstruction.

It was as if she had long belonged to this system, yet had never belonged here at all.

Behind, a few young soldiers whispered to each other:

”Is she really the one from Tianlang Mountain... the controller of the Fire Spirit?”

”When she walked over just now, I felt the whole entrance went quiet.”

And this invisible ”first hurdle” was thus lightly crossed by her with ”awe without oppression.”

No anger.

Nor surrender.

She only carried the mark of Tianlang Mountain and a pair of eyes that ”see reality clearly,” stepping into the core of this system.