Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Inside the shelter, in Zhang Yi’s room, a notification sounded on his phone.

The satellite phone that Hua Hua had left in Xu Family Town was designed to send an alert whenever it moved out of range. Zhang Yi opened his phone, watching the signal slowly drift farther away, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“As expected, what’s meant to happen will happen.”

He had intentionally instructed Hua Hua to leave the satellite phone in the students’ quarters. It was a strategy that killed two birds with one stone.

First, it allowed external forces to deal with those troublesome students for him.

Second, with Yang Xinxin’s help, he had tampered with the satellite phone to monitor its location in real time.

This way, as soon as someone took the phone, Zhang Yi could pinpoint the location of their base of operations.

Standing by the window, Zhang Yi gazed toward Xu Family Town through the wind and snow, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

“How will things unfold from here?”

“I must admit, I’m starting to look forward to it.”

He had already killed Superhumans from both the Chaoyu and Yangsheng Bases—there was no way they would let it slide.

A confrontation with the two bases was inevitable.

It would either end in negotiation or war!

Everything hinged on strength.

Zhang Yi was fully confident in the shelter’s defensive capabilities and didn’t fear a combined assault from the two bases. Still, achieving peace through strength would be preferable to him.

With that in mind, Zhang Yi left his room and headed for the control center to find Yang Xinxin.

Yang Xinxin spent most of her time in the control center, safeguarding the shelter’s network against external intrusions that could steal vital data.

In this post-apocalyptic world, everyone was a hunter armed with weapons, preying on one another in the darkness. The relationship between predator and prey was fluid, but intelligence was the ultimate factor that determined the power gap between two sides—far more so than armed forces.

More than once, Zhang Yi had turned the tables with information, as demonstrated by his victory over West Hill Base.

When he arrived at the control center, he found Yang Xinxin dressed in black Lolita attire, seated in her wheelchair. She was munching on potato chips while watching a classic film displayed on the screen.

At the sound of the door opening, Yang Xinxin quickly shut the video. She knew it must be Zhang Yi since the control center could only be accessed by the two of them—and Zhang Yi’s clearance level was higher than hers.

“Brother Zhang Yi, you’re here!” Yang Xinxin greeted him sweetly.

Zhang Yi smiled, walked over, and gently ruffled her soft hair.

“Watching movies all alone—doesn’t it get boring?”

“Not really! I’m just passing the time, not slacking off,” Yang Xinxin replied, her expression the picture of innocence.

If Zhang Yi didn’t know her better, he might have thought she was just a naïve and sweet young girl.

Sitting down next to her, Zhang Yi asked with a grin, “How’s the analysis coming along on the satellite phone data I gave you a few days ago? Any important intel?” Ř

Data analysis was a time-consuming process, as AI wasn’t yet capable of discerning what information was relevant to Zhang Yi.

For instance, a simple photo of a meal could reveal insights about Yangsheng Base’s living standards and overall conditions—something only humans could infer.

As a result, Yang Xinxin manually sifted through the data, even though the vast troves of information from West Hill Base were still far from fully processed.

“These people are very cautious,” Yang Xinxin explained. “And since the satellite phone wasn’t used for long, there isn’t much data.”

“However, based on the chat records, we’ve identified the identity of the person you killed.”

“His name was Gao Yuan. He was the cousin of Xiao Honglian, the leader of Yangsheng Base, and a squad captain under her command.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yi facepalmed. “What are the odds? I managed to accidentally kill the cousin of Yangsheng Base’s leader. Looks like there’s no way to resolve this peacefully now.”

Yang Xinxin chuckled lightly. “Just a cousin, not a brother. Who knows how close they were?”

For her part, she had little affection for her own cousins, so she wasn’t convinced this would escalate tensions significantly.

Zhang Yi shrugged. “We can’t really speculate on their family dynamics. Let’s just be prepared for the worst.”

Yang Xinxin continued, “Also, from his chat logs, it’s clear that Yangsheng Base and Chaoyu Base are closely connected. The specifics are unclear, but the chats hint at a cooperative relationship.”

Looking concerned, she warned, “Brother, if that’s the case, we might have to face a joint attack from both bases.”

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and reclined in his chair. His expression was calm as he said, “I’ve considered that. It’s simply the worst-case scenario.”

“But after the drawn-out battle with West Hill Base, I’ve lost my fear of these large organizations.”

“They all rose to power as rebel groups. Without access to high-yield weapons like massive missiles, they can’t pose a significant threat to us.”

He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, a sharp glint in his gaze.

“Honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I’d welcome a fight with them!”

“That’s the only way to make them understand that the territory of West Hill Base is now mine. They have no right to cross the line or disrupt my life!”

“A battle would demonstrate our strength. After that, we’d all be able to live peacefully.”

Zhang Yi today was not the same person as before.

His team was strong, composed of top-tier talent. With West Hill Base’s arsenal in his hands, he had also constructed an integrated offensive and defensive perimeter.

Unless he actively launched an offensive against one of the factions, no one in Tianhai City could threaten him in a defensive battle.

Yang Xinxin looked at Zhang Yi, who exuded both confidence and caution, her admiration evident in her smile.

“Oh, right,” she said suddenly, “there’s something else in the chat records. It mentions Bai Xue Jiao. It doesn’t have much to do with us, but I thought I’d tell you anyway.”

“Bai Xue Jiao?” Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, his distaste for the organization evident.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Yi respected Daoist traditions of aiding people in chaotic times. To him, most other religions were simply escapist tools for avoiding reality.

As for Bai Xue Jiao, an odd religious group that originated abroad and had morphed into a new sect exploiting human despair and ignorance, he held no goodwill toward them.

“Tell me, what about them?”

Author’s Note