810: Chapter 85 Here, I am the law.

Shen Yan didn't waste words; he didn't even take off his sunglasses.

He casually tossed over a stack of US dollars, thick enough for Old Ghost to live extravagantly for a month in this chaotic city.

Old Ghost caught the money, and his cloudy eyes instantly lit up.

"Refreshing! I love doing business with people from H Country!"

"Get in the car! Here, as long as you pay, I’ll take you even to God's bedroom!"

The convoy sped wildly through the chaotic streets.

Most of the buildings on both sides were unfinished, abandoned structures, their walls riddled with bullet holes and exaggerated graffiti.

Everywhere, ragged children could be seen rummaging through trash heaps for food, their eyes numb and vacant.

Shen Yan looked out the window, his face expressionless.

He wasn't a saint; he couldn't save the world. He could only ensure that he and his family wouldn't become another member of those trash piles.

After driving for about forty minutes, the car stopped in front of an industrial zone enclosed by high walls and iron fences.

This was originally a data center established by a multinational corporation, but it was abandoned after the change in regime.

Now, this was the territory of the warlord Basong, the 'Black Shark'.

On the guard tower at the entrance, the dark muzzles of heavy machine guns pointed menacingly at the convoy.

Several soldiers in camouflage uniforms walked over, the bolts of their guns clicking loudly as they were cocked.

"Who goes there!"

Old Ghost quickly jumped out of the car, smiling broadly as he handed over a few cigarettes, then chattered something in a local dialect.

The soldiers glanced suspiciously at the car where Shen Yan was sitting, finally waving a hand, and the iron gate slowly opened.

The convoy drove in.

The situation inside was hardly better than outside.

The exterior walls of the huge factory building were mottled, piled high with dismantled electronic equipment.

It looked like a mountain range of electronic corpses.

Shen Yan got out of the car, his gaze instantly locking onto the underground entrance deep within.

The system's prompt was flashing there, glaringly red.

"Yo, a rare guest."

A voice like a rooster's crow sounded.

A group of people emerged from the factory.

The leader was short, dark-skinned, wearing an eye patch over his left eye, and idly playing with a diamond-encrusted gold Desert Eagle.

Basong.

The warlord who controlled one-third of Walden City's underground trade.

He looked at Shen Yan as if he were a lamb walking into a trap.

"I heard a Chinese boss wants to come buy my scrap metal?"

Basong walked up to Shen Yan. Standing only 1.6 meters tall, he had to look up at Shen Yan.

This height difference greatly displeased him.

He tapped the brim of his cap with the barrel of his gun, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Everything here is sold by the pound, but since you're a big boss, the price has to be tenfold."

Chen Guangke was about to step forward but was stopped by Shen Yan raising his hand.

Shen Yan took off his sunglasses, his deep eyes staring directly at Basong.

There was no fear, only a trace of pity.

"I don't just want to buy your scrap metal."

"I also want to buy this land, and your life."

Shen Yan's voice was light, but everyone present heard it clearly.

The air instantly solidified.

Basong was stunned for a moment, then burst into a fit of wild laughter.

The subordinates around him also started laughing, as if they had heard the funniest joke of their lives.

"Buy my life?"

"Kid, do you know where this is?"

"This is Walden! Here, I am the law!"

Basong suddenly raised his gun and pressed it against Shen Yan's forehead.

The cold touch of metal against his skin.

The bodyguards behind Chen Guangke instantly raised their weapons, and the two sides immediately entered a standoff.

Dozens of guns pointed at each other; a single gunshot would turn this place into a meat grinder.

Old Ghost had long since been scared stiff and crawled under the car.

Shen Yan didn't even blink.

He even reached out and helped Basong straighten the slightly askew collar of his military uniform.

"Three seconds."

Shen Yan held up three fingers.

"In three seconds, you will kneel down and beg me to buy this land."

"Damn it! You're looking to die!"

Basong's finger tightened on the trigger, killing intent blazing in his eyes.

"One."

Shen Yan lowered one finger.

Basong's phone suddenly rang.

It was that harsh air-raid siren ringtone; this was the emergency contact line he had set up.

Basong frowned but didn't answer.

"Two."

Shen Yan lowered the second finger, his eyes still as calm as stagnant water.

That composure suddenly sent an inexplicable chill through Basong's heart.

This kind of temperament was absolutely not something an ordinary businessman could possess.

Just then, the loudspeaker in the factory suddenly blared.

But what came out was not a broadcast, but a recording.

A recording of Basong secretly plotting with the neighboring warlord 'One-Eye' to double-cross and seize the cargo of another major drug lord.

If this recording were leaked, Basong would be torn to pieces by tomorrow.

Basong's face instantly turned pale.

"Three."

Shen Yan lowered the last finger.

Simultaneously, Basong's Golden Desert Eagle suddenly let out a soft click, and the fingerprint lock flashed red.

It was the 'Smart Weapon Lockout' function.

This gun was a so-called 'high-tech' weapon Basong had custom-ordered from abroad at great expense.

Now, it had turned into a piece of scrap metal.

Not just his gun.

All the weapons carried by his subordinates that had electronic sights were rendered useless.

The entire base's power system was cut off at that instant, and the backup generator began spewing black smoke.

"Tianshu" had taken over everything here.

In this era of the Internet of Everything, any device with a chip was Shen Yan's plaything.

Shen Yan took out a handkerchief and wiped the spot on his forehead where the gun muzzle had been pressed.

"Now, can we discuss the price?"

Basong's hands were trembling.

His proud arsenal was as fragile as a joke in front of this man.

He finally understood that he wasn't facing a fat sheep.

But a Tyrannosaurus Rex wearing human skin.

"Who... who exactly are you?"

Basong's voice was dry, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"Who I am is not important."

Shen Yan casually threw the handkerchief he used to wipe his forehead onto the ground; the white cloth looked particularly jarring on the muddy surface.

"What's important is that the two hundred million US dollars in retirement funds in your Switzerland Bank account has now been locked."

"If the password is entered incorrectly three times, it will automatically be donated to the International Red Cross."

"General Basong, you wouldn't want your life's work to go to waste, would you?"

This was the finishing blow.

For someone like Basong, money was more important than life.

Basong's legs went weak, and he truly knelt down.

It wasn't to beg for mercy, but because his spine had been crushed by that invisible terror.

His proud violence, territory, and wealth instantly zeroed out before the opponent's data torrent.

This was a dimensional reduction strike.

"Twenty million US dollars."

Shen Yan named the price.

"Everything here, including the land, belongs to me."

"Additionally, I need your men to help me load the goods into containers and transport them to the airport."

"If even one screw is missing, I will deduct one million from your account."

Basong nodded frantically, like a dog pounding its head on the ground.

"Deal! Deal!"

Even though this was a losing transaction, he had no choice but to accept it.