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

190: Chapter 190 The Name of Tianlang MountainThe Tianlang Mountain delegation, totaling six people, followed Ye Nanxing into the core area of Lanyan Shelter.

Before dawn, as mist rose from the ground, the Tianlang Mountain convoy was like a silent blade cutting through the daybreak.

The guards ahead had lined up early; though they hadn’t drawn their guns, their knuckles were white and their nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

They saw the six people:

Chu Yunting, dressed in a black and gray trench coat, moved like a wild beast in the forest with a sharp gaze like a blade ready to strike.

Shen Qingyan was as calm as a logic machine stepped out of a laboratory, carrying a portable terminal in one hand and a concealed tranquilizer in the other, her eyes devoid of any excess emotion.

Zhao Wei walked in the middle-rear of the group, carrying a light firepower module, a rogue-like smile on his face, yet his eyes were locked onto every corner like a stray dog by a powder keg—lazy, but ready to bite.

Zhang Tianjin was in casual clothes with his hands in his pockets as if he were on vacation, but behind that ease, his wrists were slightly tense, and his sleeves hid bomb disposal pliers and a portable signal jammer—he was the type to dismantle your bottom line with a smile.

Zhou Cheng walked the slowest, adjusting his equipment as he went; he was thin and his glasses glinted with cold light, but the data terminal in his hand could open a silent ”backdoor” into any system within five minutes.

And the woman in their midst—

Ye Nanxing.

In a gray-white windbreaker, unzipped, her hair tied back neatly, her steps steady and her gaze level, as if she feared nothing.

She had no gun in her hand and no spirit fire at her feet, but with every step she took, the air seemed to tighten.

—It wasn’t an ostentatious aura.

It was because she was too quiet.

Quiet like a deep well, making people afraid to approach or speak.

The patrolling sergeant instinctively gripped his scanner, attempting to perform a routine check.

Zhang Tianjin’s brow twitched as he stepped forward, smiling while placing his hand on the sergeant’s wrist.

”Can this thing scan spirit fire? Or can it scan her Space Anchor Point?”

His tone was light, but his wrist pressed down until the sergeant’s bones creaked.

”I suggest you don’t use your ’regulations’ to touch her ’bottom line’.”

”If she doesn’t want to use the passage, your entire Shelter will have to make way.”

The sergeant broke into a cold sweat, his face pale, but he gritted his teeth and slammed his thumb onto the scan button.

”I have the right to perform a security check—” Before he could finish his sentence.

The next second.

”Buzz—”

The air suddenly grew heavy, as if vibrating from some invisible force.

Ye Nanxing hadn’t moved yet, but behind her, there was a sudden ”pop”—a streak of crimson fire exploded from the void, rising and coiling like a serpent of spirit flame.

Flame Born moved.

His aura emerged from the edge of space; he didn’t manifest, only a thin film of firelight instantly covered the area behind Ye Nanxing. The light wasn’t intense, but it was extremely oppressive.

The soldier felt as if his throat were being squeezed; his whole body went stiff, and even the hand holding the scanner began to shake.

The scanning terminal screen flashed text frantically:

[Limit-breaking Energy Level Fluctuation]

[Heat Source Anomaly]

[Beacon Identification Failed]

[Warning: Scanned subject triggering supernatural fluctuations. System automatic defense mechanism threshold approaching.]

Just as the flames were about to take further shape—

The broadcast rang out!

”Beep—Beep—Emergency order!”

”Cancel all forms of master-controlled scanning for the Tianlang Mountain visitors!”

”Shut down all identification equipment immediately—unconditional compliance!”

The sergeant’s expression changed drastically; he withdrew his hand as if electrocuted and stumbled back two steps, nearly falling.

Ye Nanxing didn’t move.

She only slowly raised her head and looked at the sergeant without saying a word.

Flame Born’s aura slowly receded, and the firelight vanished quietly as if it had never appeared.

In front of the passage, the sergeant who had tried to scan her was drained of color, his forehead dripping with sweat and his lips pale, not daring to move.

Zhang Tianjin stood beside him, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile that carried a chill:

”Buddy, you almost set your entire Shelter on fire.”

Only then did the passage truly open.

The six people walked in slowly, leaving behind a row of guards with stiff expressions, their collars soaked in sweat but afraid to move again.

On the second basement level, the temperature was noticeably lower than on the surface, but the air was still thick with oppressive dampness.

Thick ventilation pipes lined the sides of the corridor, and the overhead lights flickered unsteadily as if they might go out at any moment. Red and white propaganda posters from the old era were plastered on the concrete walls, their edges long since faded by the heat.

Metal tracks divided the entire floor into several areas, where batches of uniformly packed supply crates moved slowly along the rails toward the distribution point at the rear.

A few volunteers in blue vests with sallow faces were silently moving items, each wearing worn-out work gloves, their steps steady yet weary.

Receiving the group was Duan Heng’s secretary, Lin Sui.

She was tall and slightly pale, but she spoke clearly and concisely, without any wasted words.

”This batch of supplies was salvaged from Storage Areas L27 and L32,” she introduced softly, pointing to a batch of white compressed packages labeled ”P3 Protein Rations.”

”L32 was abandoned before the Extreme Cold Period; we used four entire recovery teams to dig this batch out from the collapsed underground.”

”The current daily ration is: 200 grams of compressed protein rations and 1.5 liters of drinking water per person.”

”Work groups involved in base construction receive an extra 50% ration. Medical teams are supplied according to their clinical duty levels.”

Zhao Wei glanced down at the label on the side of a cardboard box and raised an eyebrow. ”There really isn’t much in the way of supplies.”

”But it’s distributed clearly enough.”

Zhang Tianjin scanned the packages on the track and frowned. ”Compressed protein rations... eating this for dozens of days? Won’t your stomachs protest?”

Lin Sui said softly, ”Most of us here are taking Gastrointestinal Regulators.”

”The lack of nutritional variety is a major flaw, but it’s enough to stay alive.”

Zhou Cheng opened his portable device and performed a component scan on one of the protein blocks, nodding after a few seconds.

”The data isn’t falsified. The calories are slightly low, but they match the specifications.”

”It can maintain basic physiological activity.”

Shen Qingyan didn’t speak, but after silently looking around, her gaze landed on the red-framed area in the deepest part, labeled ”Emergency Rations.”

”How much longer can your food last?”

Lin Sui paused, her eyes twitching slightly, but she didn’t evade the question and lowered her voice.

”Forty days.”

”Exactly forty days, assuming no new supplies and no population growth.”

”But if the next phase of migration fails three times...”

She paused and continued:

”We will initiate—the Population Selection Mechanism.”

The air instantly turned a degree colder.

Those two words struck everyone’s eardrums like a hammer.

”Selection?” Zhang Tianjin asked instinctively. ”What does that mean?”

Chu Yunting stood by his side, his tone icy:

”It means deciding—who gets sacrificed first.”

”When resources are insufficient, ensure that those who are ’reusable’ survive first.”

”For example, doctors, engineers, officers, and technicians.”

”And after that... it depends on whether they have any ’potential value’.”

Zhang Tianjin’s mouth twitched, and he cursed under his breath, ”...This isn’t a Shelter; it’s an apocalyptic version of corporate layoffs.”

Lin Sui lowered her head and didn’t defend it.

She just added indifferently:

”It’s not that we want it this way.”

”It’s that almost all the warehouses have been scavenged clean.”

”Currently, outside the entire plateau, no new grain storage points can be found.”

Zhao Wei sneered, ”They don’t want it this way.”

”But in the end—every choice uses ’living people’ for trial and error.”