174: Chapter 174 Own Procurement Channels

Zhao Wujing froze for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.

"The Military Depot?"

As a scion of a prominent Kyoto family, how could he not know about that place!

It was the largest strategic material reserve center in the entire Kyoto Military Region. Although it was nominally filled with "waste materials," it actually housed many decommissioned combat readiness resources, and even scrapped mechas and heavy weapons brought back from the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield!

That place was a true military forbidden zone!

"Lin... Lin Fan, are you crazy?" Zhao Wujing's voice cracked. "That place is directly managed by the Garrison District. Who can get in without a warrant from a Military Region Commander level? You think you can go there to 'restock' with just a scrap of a card?"

"A scrap of a card?"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and tucked the magnetic card away. "Whether it's a scrap or not, we'll know once we try."

After speaking, Lin Fan jumped down the steps and headed straight for a heavy truck parked by the roadside.

It was a fifty-ton behemoth belonging to one of Zhao Wujing's logistics companies, which he had specifically driven over to transport materials.

"Get in."

Lin Fan pulled open the cab door and shouted back at the group of second-generation heirs who were still dazed.

"Get... get in where?"

"To restock, of course." Lin Fan pointed at the empty truck bed. "Do I need to invite you? All of you, get your asses into the back!"

"What? Sit in the truck bed?"

The wealthy young ladies immediately shrieked, "It's filthy back there, and there are no seats! Aren't we taking the sports cars?"

"How many tons of steel can a sports car carry?"

Lin Fan waved his hand impatiently. "I'll give you three seconds. Anyone not on the truck will be treated as a deserter."

"Three."

"Two."

Before the word "one" could leave his mouth, these second-generation heirs—who had been psychologically scarred by Lin Fan—scrambled up into the dusty truck bed, no matter how reluctant they were.

Sitting in a corner of the truck bed, Zhao Wujing looked at his companions—usually glamorous but now looking like refugees—and felt a peak sense of absurdity.

What the hell is even happening!

A group of rich kids with a combined net worth of tens of billions, packed into a truck bed like piglets to storm a military forbidden zone?

Vroom~

Before they could even sit steady, Lin Fan had already started the truck.

Under Lin Fan's control, the heavy truck let out a beast-like roar and suddenly shot forward!

"Ah!"

A chorus of ghostly wails and wolf-like howls immediately erupted from the truck bed.

Dozens of heirs were instantly tossed into a pile, bruised and dizzy from the impact.

Lin Fan didn't care about their survival; he floored the accelerator. The truck, like an out-of-control rhino, kicked up a cloud of dust and sped toward the northern suburbs of Kyoto.

Along the way, Zhao Wujing gripped the truck's railing tightly, his face pale.

As he watched the scenery blur past the window, the fear in his heart grew stronger.

This road... really is the way to the North Suburb Military Depot!

This guy is serious!

"Madman, he's an absolute madman!"

Zhao Wujing roared into the wind, his hair a mess. "That's a vital military site! It's guarded by live ammunition! If he just charges in like this, we'll be turned into Swiss cheese like terrorists!"

The other heirs were also scared witless.

Though they were usually arrogant and overbearing, they knew who they could provoke and who they couldn't.

Was the military something you could just barge into?

Especially a strategic-level warehouse; the surrounding kilometers were all restricted zones where trespassers would be shot on sight!

"I want to get off, I'm not going! Waaaah..." A timid girl had already started crying from fear.

But under Lin Fan's driving, the truck's speed didn't decrease; instead, it grew faster, the speedometer soaring straight to 120!

Half an hour later.

A heavily guarded giant base appeared at the end of their vision.

The towering walls were topped with high-voltage electric fences, with a sentry tower every fifty meters. The dark muzzles of machine guns glinted coldly in the sunlight.

In front of the main gate, two squads of soldiers armed with live ammunition were alertly watching the approaching truck.

"It's over, it's over, we're going to die!"

Seeing the gun muzzles drawing closer, the heirs in the truck bed were terrified out of their wits. They huddled in the corners with their heads in their hands, not even daring to breathe loudly for fear of catching a bullet from a guard.

Zhao Wujing squeezed his eyes shut and began writing his will in his head.

Screech!

With a piercing sound of brakes, the heavy truck came to a steady halt less than half a meter from the gate's warning line.

The dust kicked up by the tires even billowed into the guards' faces.

"Identify yourself! Military forbidden zone! Kill the engine and exit the vehicle immediately, or you will be shot on the spot!"

A Lieutenant officer in the lead shouted sternly, chambering a round in his assault rifle. Behind him, a dozen soldiers raised their weapons in unison.

In that instant, a murderous aura filled the air.

The heirs in the truck bed trembled with fear; someone had even wet their pants.

It was over.

They were really going to be killed by this madman Lin Fan this time.

Just when everyone thought gunfire would erupt in the next second, the cab door opened.

Lin Fan hopped down with a calm expression, not even blinking in the face of a dozen dark gun muzzles.

He casually brushed the dust off his clothes, then pulled the black-gold magnetic card from his pocket along with the warrant signed by General Ye Canglan, handing them over lightly.

"New Martial Arts Special Strategy Department. Here to pick up some goods."

The Lieutenant officer frowned, taking the card and warrant with deep suspicion.

A man driving a civilian truck, carrying a load of people who looked like refugees, claiming to be here to pick up goods from the military depot?

This was a joke!

However...

When his eyes fell upon the bright red seal at the bottom of the warrant and the special anti-counterfeit patterns on the back of the black-gold card, his pupils suddenly constricted.

That was... General Ye Canglan's personal signature and seal!

And this card... the highest-level 'Special Permit' of the Military Region.

The Lieutenant's hand shook violently. The murderous intent on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of unbelievable shock and awe.

He snapped his legs together, straightened his back, and gave Lin Fan an extremely standard military salute.

"Greetings, Sir!"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing through the air.

Immediately after, he turned and roared at the sentries behind him: "Open the gate! Let them through!"

Rumble~

The incredibly heavy steel gate, symbolizing an absolute forbidden zone, slowly slid open to both sides under the terrified gazes of the heirs.

Crouched in the truck bed, Zhao Wujing tremblingly poked half his head out, just in time to see the previously fierce Lieutenant respectfully handing the warrant back to Lin Fan, and even actively directing soldiers to help clear the roadblocks.

At that moment...

Zhao Wujing's jaw nearly hit the floor. Although he had some intel on Lin Fan, he was still young and hadn't expected the man to possess such immense influence.

The other heirs in the truck, who didn't have the information channels of the Zhao family, stared with even wider eyes as if they had seen a ghost. Their expressions were a sight to behold.

They... they just got in?

Even a military forbidden zone opened its gates for him?

This guy, dressed in cheap street clothes and full of tall tales—just what is his background?