142: Chapter 142 Terrifying Storm, I Suffered a Huge Loss!

"Boom—!"

The moment the truck plunged headlong into the wall of sand, the entire world was stripped away.

This is likely what the end of the world looks like.

"Clang! Crackle!"

Egg-sized stones were whipped up by the gale, lashing against the car body like a shotgun blast.

The bulletproof glass was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks, as if it would shatter completely the next second.

Inside the car, Lanna was startled awake by the piercing sound of the storm.

"Hold on tight!"

Qin Feng roared, but it still sounded muffled.

In front of the truck's windshield, everything was chaos.

Visibility was almost zero.

At this moment, he wasn't driving a car; he was steering a boat—a small boat in choppy seas that could capsize at any moment.

Danger Perception was fully activated, and relying on his past life's experience, he corrected the steering wheel time and time again, right on the edge of losing control.

Meanwhile.

The few Yang Country military vehicles that had been in hot pursuit also charged in.

"Platoon Leader! The wind is too strong! We..."

A soldier's exclamation on the radio came to an abrupt end.

"Boom!"

A light assault vehicle was flipped over directly by a lateral gust of demonic wind, rolling seven or eight times on the ground before turning into a burning lump of scrap metal.

"Steady! Everyone, stay steady! He won't be able to escape!"

That Platoon Leader was still roaring frantically, having completely lost his reason to hatred.

Unfortunately, in the face of natural disasters, all beings are equal!

The engine of another armored vehicle let out a piercing, strange noise, and then it stalled.

The pervasive sand completely clogged the air intake, causing the armored vehicle to break down on the spot, after which it was battered by countless flying rock fragments.

Those rock fragments were like bullets, finding their way everywhere; once anyone was hit, there was no chance of standing up again.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat immediately!"

The Yang Country squad leader finally came to his senses; if they retreated now, there was still time.

He looked through the murky car window at the truck disappearing deep into the storm, so angry that he slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

"Just you wait! You just wait!"

...

Qin Feng no longer had the bandwidth to worry about the pursuers.

Because his current situation was even worse.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Sand!

The pervasive sand was pouring in frantically through the gaps in the car doors, the air conditioning vents, and the cracks in the glass.

In just a few minutes, a thick layer had accumulated on the floor of the cabin.

The air was filled with a choking, earthy smell, and every breath felt like swallowing a handful of sandpaper.

Lanna had long been shaken to the point of disorientation; the high fever combined with oxygen deprivation had left her in a semi-comatose state.

Qin Feng felt like his own lungs were about to explode.

He reduced the vehicle's speed to the minimum, barely crawling forward.

The truck was lifted completely off the ground by the gale once again, then slammed down heavily.

Qin Feng's head struck the roof of the car hard, and stars danced before his eyes.

He couldn't keep driving.

If he kept driving, either the car would be destroyed and they would die, or they would be suffocated to death inside.

Relying on his intuition, he managed to park the truck beside what seemed to be a rock face, hoping it would provide some shelter from the wind.

Then, he turned off the engine.

The world did not go quiet because of this; on the contrary, with the disappearance of the engine noise, the sound of the storm seemed even more terrifying.

The entire truck was shaking violently, as if it would be torn to pieces at any moment.

"Lanna! Wake up!"

Qin Feng shook her forcefully, but she only let out a few unconscious groans.

Her body temperature was frighteningly high.

The sand kept pouring in, and the space inside the car was getting smaller and smaller.

The wind poured in from the cracks, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

If this continued, they would die from hypothermia and suffocation before the sandstorm stopped.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and picked up the unconscious Lanna from the passenger seat.

She was very light, like a cat.

He held Lanna tightly in his arms, using his own back to firmly block the gap in the car door.

After doing all this, he pressed Lanna's head against his chest, trying his best to create space for her to breathe.

In the storm.

Lanna seemed to feel that warmth, subconsciously shrinking toward the heat source, her hands involuntarily hugging his neck tighter.

Qin Feng could clearly feel her burning forehead and rapid breathing.

The sound of the wind was still roaring in his ears.

The sand grains hitting his back felt like countless steel needles pricking him.

Time seemed to be infinitely elongated at this moment.

"This is really... thrilling."

Qin Feng gave a bitter smile and whispered in Lanna's ear.

"My private property, you must not die!"

Even now, he was still thinking about his property.

Outside, the wind howled, and there was no telling when it would stop.

Qin Feng couldn't worry about that anymore and completely entered a state of suspended animation.

...

Who knows how long it had been.

The storm finally stopped, and there was a deathly silence outside.

Qin Feng was woken up by suffocation.

He opened his eyes suddenly, coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of sand.

Sunlight shone in through the shattered front windshield, stinging his eyes.

The storm had stopped.

He moved his stiff body, only to realize that he and Lanna were almost buried in the sand.

The entire truck was half-buried in yellow sand, and the driver's cabin had become a sand pit.

Lanna in his arms was still alive but unconscious.

Qin Feng reached out to touch her forehead.

Persistent high fever!

"Damn it!"

He quickly pulled up the system interface.

[Character: Svetlana Orlova]

[Status: Seriously injured, high fever, severe infection, weak vital signs... on the verge of being written off.]

[System Suggestion: This investment has incurred a serious loss; it is recommended to cut losses immediately and abandon this target.]

Shut up!

Qin Feng cursed in his heart.

The current system had shifted from the path of evil cultivation to demonic cultivation!

From the beginning, he had insisted on killing her, but now that he had spent 100 military merit and used so much medicine, it was saying to cut losses.

Wouldn't that be a huge loss!

My private property, and you say it's written off just like that?

He gritted his teeth and took out the last potent fever reducer from the medical kit.

It hurt his heart!

It really hurt his heart!

Qin Feng looked at the small vial in his hand, his heart aching.

This was the last life-saving medicine, originally prepared for himself.

"Consider yourself lucky."

He muttered, but his movements were very nimble.

He first injected Lanna with the fever reducer, then carefully lifted the dressings on her shoulder and leg wounds to re-disinfect and re-bandage them.

After doing all this, Qin Feng felt his heart was bleeding.

"If this investment doesn't break even, I'll sell you to Africa to mine!"

He viciously threw threats at the unconscious Lanna before starting to treat his own wounds.

The treatment was far worse.

Now he could only use ordinary alcohol pads to disinfect and bandage his own wounds.

Finally, he gave himself a shot of ordinary antibiotics before completely relaxing.

He checked his prosthetic limb slightly; the damage level was 38%.

Another huge loss!

This made Qin Feng's mouth twitch with pain.

Of course, these were nothing.

What came next was what left him most speechless.