65: Chapter 65 Space Sweeping Car

Ye Nanxing nodded. 'Get in and out quickly. Don't leave any signals.'

She knew the structure of this city like the back of her hand. Her brain was like a computer, having already simulated five emergency scenarios and seven escape routes.

Zhou Cheng had already connected to the main control terminal and inserted the hard-decoding module. His fingertips danced rapidly across the keyboard.

'Infiltrating the central control system, rewriting permissions... I need forty seconds.'

He held his breath, not daring to lose focus. Although he had hacked into banks and military sub-systems before, this time, he was writing code for survival.

Zhang Tianjin immediately took a defensive position, his feet firmly planted in the snow, his gaze calm as if a hound had locked onto its target. This quiet tension—no noise, no nonsense, relying entirely on hand speed and reaction time—made him feel exhilarated.

He firmly believed that he could survive the Apocalypse, not because he was lucky, but because he never hesitated.

Zhao Wei hoisted the hydraulic cutter, slicing through the explosion-proof chains along the way, then ignited two short-range explosive charges. 'Back up!'

'Boom!'

A gap exploded in the corner of the wall, the sound of snapping steel rebar quickly drowned out by the wind and snow.

Everyone passed through the breach together and quickly entered the cover at the rear of the factory area, forming a temporary tactical formation.

Ye Nanxing was the last one to enter, glancing down at the map.

'Open Warehouse No. 3,' she ordered.

'Copy that.' Zhou Cheng struck the keys, injecting a remote signal into the main control channel.

The heavy steel door rose amidst the slow grinding sound of gears.

A cold gust of wind swept into the depths of the warehouse, causing the plastic wrap to rustle.

Inside Garage No. 3, the lights turned on automatically. Rows of new vehicles were lined up neatly, like an army waiting for inspection.

In the front row was a full line of off-road vehicles: Raptors, Hummers, Tundras, and several all-terrain tracked vehicles with terrifyingly high chassis.

The middle row contained new energy off-road vehicles, all dual-powered with battery-diesel hybrid engines, and some vehicles were equipped with roof-mounted solar panels.

The back row consisted of heavy modified vehicles, featuring high-platform lifting arms, remote lighting towers, vehicle-mounted satellite receivers, and high-clearance off-road cargo trucks with all-terrain pneumatic tires.

The warehouse floor was clean and dust-free, many vehicles still had plastic seals attached, and the keys were neatly hung on the numbered wall.

'Damn... this is too exaggerated...'

Zhao Wei stared in shock at the entire row of G-Wagons, Hummers, and Escalades. 'Even the Apocalypse Fortress version of the "Conqueror I" is here?'

At this moment, Ye Nanxing stood at the partially open entrance, her eyes cold and piercing as she quietly scanned the "steel graveyard" before her.

She stepped slowly into the warehouse. The snow under her feet was blocked by the thick concrete floor, revealing cold, hard metal tracks under the dim, yellow lights.

Sun Hao stared at what was in front of him and muttered.

'If this place were discovered by outsiders, they'd fight tooth and nail over it.'

Zhang Tianjin's eyes flickered as he looked at the row of armored off-road vehicles neatly arranged, his palm instinctively pressing against the car body.

'The configuration of this row... all-terrain suspension systems, automatic satellite navigation, military-grade coating?!'

'These are military-customized special off-road vehicles. You can't buy these on the civilian market!'

Zhao Wei spotted a red-marked riot assault vehicle and grinned. 'Yo, you could mount a light machine gun on this roof.'

His eyes lit up. In this day and age, a vehicle like this was a god-tier unit.

He couldn't even touch a single screw at the ordnance factory before, but now he could loot these vehicles one by one—it felt so good.

'Don't touch it,' Zhang Tianjin said, pressing down on him. 'Collect them first, then study them.'

Zhou Cheng's eyes sparkled.

'There are RVs too! Holy sh*t—am I seeing this right? That one... the "Raging Flame Fortress KZ-X"! One of only ten doomsday survival vehicles in the world!'

He walked over quickly and knocked hard on the "RV" with its fully enclosed, multi-layered protective body—

The vehicle body was nearly eight meters long, made of full-armored alloy, and featured a built-in three-layer energy system, biological circulation chamber, anti-toxic filtration, sleeping quarters for five, as well as embedded weapon slots and a small drone launch bay!

'This isn't a car; it's a fortress!'

Zhao Wei's pupils constricted, and he blurted out.

'Damn... this is the ultimate trump card known as the "Mobile Land Base" in the Apocalypse!'

Meanwhile, a faint, imperceptible smile had already curled at the corners of Ye Nanxing's mouth.

In her past life, she knew that this warehouse was eventually forcibly taken over by the military, who hauled away all the key resources. Back then, she was still fighting others for a second-hand pickup truck, and she almost coughed up blood when she saw this fleet of vehicles being escorted away.

In this life, she had made her move so much earlier—she had to take it all!

Ye Nanxing walked over to a "Black Hawk Heavy Tactical Vehicle," lightly patted the body, and a faint light swept across her palm—

'Collect!'

'Hum!'

The entire eight-ton tactical vehicle disappeared silently, instantly sucked into her space!

Zhao Wei was stunned. 'Is this "open bag" mode?'

His mouth was wide enough to fit a fist; this was even more insane than a hell-tier cheat code.

'One more word, and I'll suck you in too,' Ye Nanxing said without looking up.

'Got it.' Zhao Wei gave a thumbs up, closed his mouth, and stood guard.

The group divided the work skillfully, acting like night-time scavengers as they quickly marked, tested batteries, and checked tires and fuel levels among the array of vehicles, marking military off-roaders, heavy trucks, tactical modified vehicles, RVs, and special supply vehicles that met their standards one by one.

Ye Nanxing was responsible for collecting the marked vehicles into her space.

Zhao Wei patted a remaining luxurious off-road pickup truck, his eyes gleaming. 'I have a feeling—when we drive this back to the base, Lin Xiao will be green with envy.'

Everyone chuckled, but their movements didn't slow down in the slightest.

RVs, tactical vehicles, military-grade supply trucks, medical cabin vehicles... one by one, they all fell into Ye Nanxing's space!

In less than half an hour, half the warehouse was empty!

'Sister Ye, there are two rows left,' Zhang Tianjin said, panting. 'How many can we take?'

Ye Nanxing didn't hesitate. 'Take as many as we can!'

'This batch of vehicles will be our greatest advantage in the early stages of the Apocalypse!'

'Other bases want to fight wars, relocate, or transport supplies? Without transport capacity, it's all just empty talk!'

The snow fog grew thicker, and the city seemed to have frozen into a deep slumber.

Half an hour later, Warehouse No. 3 was cleared out.

Sun Hao came down from the second-floor guard post and reported, 'No one on the perimeter, the reconnaissance zone is clear.'

Zhou Cheng put away his equipment and nodded. 'I have control over all surveillance systems; there's no external interference at the entrances.'

Zhang Tianjin lowered his head to check the footprints and then said coldly, 'Don't get careless. Snow can hide tracks, but it can also hide enemies.'

'Objective complete. Prepare to move to the next warehouse,' Ye Nanxing said calmly.

Inside Warehouse No. 4, the air was stagnant.

Zhao Wei had just set the last heat-wave mine and was preparing to close the hatch when a slight sound of metal grinding came from the entrance.

'Front left, fifty meters out, there's someone,' Sun Hao warned in a low voice. Before his voice had even faded, his silhouette was already pressed against the back of the vehicle, his fingers resting on the military knife at his waist.

Zhang Tianjin shouldered his shotgun, his gaze cold and sharp, his body instinctively leaning forward half a step, entering a state of readiness to fire at any moment.

'Confirm the number of people,' Ye Nanxing asked while retreating to the inside of the vehicle door.

'Three people in one vehicle on the main road, with hidden support in the distance,' Zhou Cheng quickly pulled up the signal radar. 'They are flanking, approaching in a pincer movement.'

Zhao Wei gritted his teeth. 'The ones we ran into at the Science and Technology Museum yesterday?'

'Yes,' Zhang Tianjin whispered. 'It's Wind Eye, led by Zhou Xiao.'

Outside the warehouse, steady footsteps sounded on the snow. There was no panic, as if they knew the place like the back of their hand.