Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

As Ling Feng chatted with Shen Hong, he noticed the chubby man standing beside him. Ling Feng looked curious and pointed at Fatty Xu. ”Who’s this?”

Shen Hong quickly introduced him. ”Captain, this is a Superhuman I found! His name is Xu Chunlei, and he has the power to control ice and snow. His potential is limitless!”

Upon hearing that Fatty Xu was a Superhuman, Ling Feng and the others couldn’t help but take a closer look at him. Liang Yue immediately recognized him; they had crossed paths before at Tianqing Academy. However, she didn’t expose his identity because she wasn’t fully on West Hill Base’s side either.

Fatty Xu swallowed nervously, wearing a flattering smile but with fear and anxiety in his eyes. As Zhang Yi’s undercover agent, his legs were trembling, a sight that did not escape Ling Feng and his team. As seasoned soldiers, they held nothing but disdain for cowards, and Fatty Xu’s appearance as a weak, useless otaku only deepened their scorn.

Ling Feng crossed his arms, asking, ”So your power is controlling ice and snow?”

”Yes, I built all these houses!” Fatty Xu pointed to the ice-and-snow structures in Xudong Village.

Ling Feng had noticed the unusual architecture of the village, but now he finally understood why. Despite the display of power, Ling Feng didn’t think much of Fatty Xu. To him, a man who was weak or cowardly was unacceptable, let alone someone to join his elite team.

Ling Feng thought, ”I’ll take him back to see if he’s of any use to the leader. But we don’t need him for this mission.”

Ling Feng walked over and patted Fatty Xu on the shoulder. However, the simple gesture, infused with Ling Feng’s immense strength, knocked the already frail Fatty Xu to the ground, drawing laughter from the crowd. Ling Feng’s eyes widened. ”How could any man be this weak?”

Out of courtesy, he reached down and pulled Fatty Xu back up. ”Sorry about that, buddy. So... you’re a Superhuman, huh? Not bad. When we finish this mission, I’ll report your situation to the base.”

”You might even get the chance to join us officially!” Ling Feng didn’t pay much more attention to Fatty Xu. His primary focus was on taking down Zhang Yi. After a brief exchange, he led his team to the strategy meeting, leaving the village leaders, including Xu Dongtang, standing on the sidelines without a word.

A soldier approached the village leaders, instructing them to prepare accommodations and food. Xu Dongtang, not daring to show any discontent, could only smile and comply.

With over fifty special forces members and a dozen more from the rescue team, the room was packed and bustling as the strategy meeting began. A professional engineer pulled out a laptop and projected a 3D model of Villa 101 at Cloud Manor.

Ling Feng addressed the group, ”Our next goal is to breach this fortified shelter!”

Pointing to a rear corner of the building, Ling Feng continued, ”According to our engineers’ calculations, this is the optimal spot for a breach.”

”To blow open this wall, we need 500 kilograms of TNT. We’ve brought 1,000 kilograms this time, giving us two attempts.”

Ling Feng spread his hands and smiled confidently. ”Even if we fail both attempts, our base has plenty of explosives in reserve. Failure isn’t an option; it’s just a matter of how many times we need to try.”

The soldiers laughed, feeling relaxed and confident. West Hill Base was strong, well-armed, and ready to take down what they saw as a mere shelter.

Liang Yue, holding her Tang sword, frowned slightly at these words. She was worried about the safety of Yang Xinxin and Lu Keran, her students who were currently inside Zhang Yi’s shelter.

”Zhang Yi, can you really survive this crisis?” she wondered.

According to Ling Feng, Chen Xinian’s orders were to capture Zhang Yi alive. Therefore, they wouldn’t use destructive explosives on the shelter. This was her chance to intervene and save her students.

Ling Feng continued, ”There’s still one unpredictable variable: this Superhuman, Zhang Yi!”

He glanced at Shen Hong and Yu Lang. ”Superhumans have all sorts of abilities. To defeat him, we must understand his powers and identify his weaknesses.”

”From your reports, he’s primarily a sharpshooter. But our investigation shows Zhang Yi has no military training—he was just an ordinary warehouse supervisor.”

”So this must be one of his abilities,” Ling Feng speculated.

”Good marksmanship isn’t terrifying, but if his ability allows him to lock onto targets, that’s a different story.”

Shen Hong interjected, ”Luckily, his attacks are affected by his line of sight. We can interfere with his vision to neutralize his ability.”

Ling Feng nodded. ”Exactly. During our attack, we’ll deploy a large number of smoke and incendiary bombs to disrupt his vision.”

”However, his second ability is even more troublesome. He can ignore bullet attacks and even reflect them back.”

Ling Feng chuckled. ”This means long-range attacks might be useless against him.”

”So this time, we won’t engage him head-on. Instead, we’ll stealthily block his view and sneak in to plant the explosives.”

Ling Feng exuded confidence. ”I refuse to believe his abilities cover every possible scenario. If he excels at long-range combat, there must be a weakness in close-quarters fighting.”

”Once we breach the shelter, we’ll storm in and take him down in no time!”

The rest of the team nodded in agreement, approving of the plan. In close combat, with Ling Feng leading, any opponent would be swiftly dealt with. As West Hill Base’s top combatant, Ling Feng’s strength was terrifying, something everyone in the room—except for Liang Yue—was well aware of.

Shen Hong added, ”Zhang Yi is cunning. He’s set up many traps around his shelter. We lost several men to landmines because we were careless.”

Ling Feng simply smiled, his hands clasped behind his back. ”You all lack real battlefield experience.”

”If he’s set up mines and bombs, we’ll just disarm them, simple as that.”

A demolition expert from the special forces team looked at Shen Hong and Yu Lang. ”Leave that to me! Any traps set by an amateur are child’s play for a professional like me.”

Author’s Note