Chapter 71: The Strength of the Spider Spirit
The pale beam of the searchlight swept back and forth across the concrete clearing.
Ling Feng crouched behind a boulder, waiting for the exact moment the light beam shifted away.
He exerted force with his feet.
His muscles suddenly tensed.
His entire body sprang out from the shadows.
His speed was so fast that only a blurred afterimage remained, and his shoe soles stepped onto the gravel-filled muddy ground without making even the slightest sound of footsteps.
A distance of several hundred meters was covered in the blink of an eye.
He arrived at the dead angle of the wall directly beneath the side of the guard booth, which was an absolute blind spot for both the searchlight and the guards' line of sight.
He raised his head to glance at the five-meter-high double-layered barbed wire fence wrapped in thorny iron rings.
Ling Feng did not hesitate at all; his thigh muscles bulged, and the terrifying explosive power suppressed within his legs was released in an instant.
He leaped straight up from where he stood.
A dull whistling of airflow came from the air.
His entire body soared into the air, requiring no running start or climbing whatsoever, forcefully clearing the dense barbs at the top of the wire fence.
The moment he fell, Ling Feng extended both hands, his palms steadily slapping against the gloomy, tall concrete wall.
Muscle synchronization rate: one hundred percent.
With a slight shift of his mind, a powerful adhesive force directly and firmly fixed his body onto the vertical wall surface.
It completely defied common physical sense.
Using all four limbs like this, his entire body pressed against the wall, rapidly climbing upward as if walking on flat ground.
There was no sound whatsoever, nor any movement of friction.
In just a few seconds, Ling Feng had already reached the lower edge of the second-floor guard booth.
The conversation of two guards came from right above his head.
"This damn place is so suffocating; patrolling during the day and still having to stand guard at night."
"Stop complaining. Once Boss Thomas is done playing with that chick captured yesterday, we might still be able to get a taste tonight."
"That chick really looks good, and her temper is fierce enough too."
The guard on the right exhaled a smoke ring, leaned the semi-automatic rifle in his hand against the wall, and lowered his head to fish out a lighter.
Pressed against the outside of the wall, Ling Fengsuddenly pushed off the wall with both hands, silently vaulting over the guardrail.
He hung upside down directly from the ceiling at the entrance of the guard booth.
He raised his right hand.
Two strands of white spider silk instantly shot out.
"Puff! Puff!"
They flawlessly sealed the mouths of the two guards.
The two men widened their eyes abruptly, making terrified whimpering sounds in their throats, and instinctively reached for the guns beside them.
Too late.
Ling Feng dropped straight down from the ceiling, extending both hands to grab the back of their heads and chins respectively.
Without any nonsense, he forcefully twisted his hands in opposite directions.
Snap.
The crisp sound of bone cracking was exceptionally harsh in the night wind.
The necks of the two men snapped instantly, and their bodies collapsed downward limply.
Ling Feng reached out to grab their collars, gently laid the corpses on the ground, casually picked up the Remington shotgun and semi-automatic rifle, and ejected the magazine to take a look.
The bullets were full.
He slung the guns behind his back and turned to look at the main prison building inside.
Areas A and C were connected together, forming a massive, gloomy concrete building.
Following the connecting passageway of the guard booth, Ling Feng pressed back against the outer wall of the building.
Climbing all the way up, he found a rusty exhaust window on the third floor.
Grabbing the iron bars with one hand and exerting force with his finger joints, he forcefully pulled out all the iron bolts fixed in the cement and casually tossed them aside.
Crawling into the ventilation duct, he crawled dozens of meters along the pipe and kicked open the louvers at the bottom with one foot.
Ling Feng flipped over and landed steadily in the second-floor corridor of the prison building.
The lightbulbs in the corridor flickered on and off, emitting waves of electrical buzzing.
Messy footsteps came from around the corner.
Exerting force with his hands and feet, Ling Feng pressed directly against the ceiling three meters above the corridor, hiding in the shadows where the light could not reach.
Three prisoners wearing prison uniforms walked over carrying steel pipes and machetes.
"Baldy took people out for so long, how come we still haven't seen the supplies transported back? Could that bunch of trash have died outside?"
"It's best if they died outside; then there will be fewer people to share the canned goods in the cold storage."
The prisoner walking at the very front yawned.
The three formed a single file line, slowly passing directly beneath Ling Feng.
Ling Feng stared at the last two people, flipping his wrists.
Two strands of extremely resilient spider silk shot out silently, firmly adhering to the necks of the last two individuals.
The muscles in his arms tightened, and he pulled upward with force.
The two men didn't even have time to make a sound before their feet left the ground completely, being pulled toward the ceiling. Their faces instantly turned blue-purple, and their hands frantically scratched at the spider silk on their necks.
The person at the very front heard no movement behind him and just turned his head: "What are you two do—"
Before he could finish his words, Ling Feng directly released his feet and crashed down from the ceiling.
His knees, carrying massive gravitational acceleration, slammed fiercely into that person's chest.
Boom!
A muffled sound of the sternum shattering over a large area echoed out, and that person spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs on the spot, slamming onto the tile floor and expiring.
The two prisoners hanging mid-air overhead had also completely stopped struggling, suspended from the ceiling like two pieces of cured meat.
Ling Feng stood up, didn't even look at the corpses on the ground, and continued walking deeper along the corridor.
Passing the corner, ahead was an extremely spacious hall.
This was the mandatory path connecting the Area A armory and the Area C cells.
Two dilapidated tables were placed in the center of the hall.
Eight prisoners were gathered together playing cards, with cigarette butts and empty wine bottles scattered all over the floor.
Several riot guns and shotguns were placed right on the table, within arm's reach.
If they fired a gun here, it would definitely wake up everyone sleeping in Area C.
Ling Feng tapped his toes against the wall, attaching himself to the ceiling once more, and crawled all the way along the dim edge to the crossbeam directly above them.
"I'm done playing, going to take a piss."
A bearded prisoner cursed, threw down his cards, stood up, and walked toward the restroom in the corner of the hall.
Like a ghost, Ling Feng moved synchronously on the ceiling.
Just as that person walked into the restroom and was about to unbutton his pants.
Ling Feng dropped down from the ceiling, standing silently behind him.
His left hand covered the man's mouth, while his right hand formed a blade, fiercely chopping down onto the bearded man's throat.
His Adam's apple was shattered on the spot.
The bearded man's eyes bulged out, and his body collapsed limply into Ling Feng's arms.
Ling Feng laid him on the ground, slowly walked out of the restroom, and reattached himself to the top of the doorframe on the outer side of the hall.
Over at the card table, someone grew impatient waiting.
"Billy? Did you fall into the outhouse? Taking half a day just to take a piss!"
A tall, thin man picked up a handgun from the table, cursing as he walked toward the restroom.
Just as the tall, thin man passed through the doorframe.
Ling Feng abruptly clamped his legs downward around the man's head, exerted core force from his waist, and gave a violent twist.
Crack.
His cervical vertebrae dislocated.
Ling Feng used spider silk to support the tall, thin man's body, gently placing it by the door without making a single trace of a collision sound.
There were still six people left in the hall.
Ling Feng felt that killing them one by one was too slow.
He jumped straight down from the high crossbeam.
Boom!
Ling Feng landed steadily right in the center of the card table, and the solid wood table was directly stomped until it split apart from the middle.
The huge commotion completely stunned the six heavy criminals surrounding it.
They had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, so their reactions were already slow, and they completely failed to see how a living person had dropped down from the ceiling.
"F*ck! Who the f*ck are you?!"
Chapter 72 Hulk Spider-Man!
One shirtless inmate reacted the fastest, reaching out to grab the Remington shotgun on the table.
Under Ling Feng's 320 frames-per-second visual capture.
The shirtless man's movements were so slow it was as if a slow-motion video was playing.
Ling Feng casually grabbed the remaining half bottle of whiskey on the table and backhanded it across the shirtless man's face.
The glass bottle shattered on the spot, liquor and shards of glass piercing all over the man's face, and screams instantly echoed through the hall.
At the same time, Ling Feng flicked his right hand, a strand of web sticking to the shotgun barrel of another person on the left.
He yanked it fiercely backward.
That person, along with the gun, was dragged over by the immense force.
Ling Feng sidestepped and delivered a knee strike, slamming hard into that person's chest, directly sending him flying to crash into a concrete pillar, where he instantly expired.
The remaining four inmates finally woke up completely, scrambling to grab their weapons.
"Open fire! Beat him to death!"
Bang! Bang!
Gunflashes flickered in the dim hall.
Ling Feng didn't even dodge, bending down to grab a newly deceased corpse from the ground, swinging it with one arm to block directly in front of him.
All the bullets hit the corpse, splashing large sprays of blood.
Using the corpse as cover, Ling Feng exerted force with his feet, his entire body sliding out close to the ground.
Rushing in front of those two, he threw away the corpse and grabbed their calves with both hands.
He pulled them fiercely to both sides.
The two lost their balance and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Ling Feng stood up and raised his foot.
Bringing a restricted version of foot power with over two hundred tons of explosive force, he stomped down on one inmate's head.
Plop.
The head shattered like an overripe watermelon.
Turning around, he delivered another powerful front kick, sending the last shooting inmate flying backward five or six meters, slamming into the wall with his sternum completely caved in.
In less than ten short seconds.
Only the last scrawny man who hadn't had time to grab a gun remained in the hall.
Looking at the corpses all over the ground and Ling Fengstanding unscathed in a pool of blood, that man was scared out of his wits.
He turned and scrambled towards the large iron gate of Zone C, roaring at the top of his lungs as he ran.
"Enemy attack! Boss Thomas! Someone broke in!"
Ling Feng did not shoot out a web to stop him.
He only slowly moved his wrists, tore off the jacket stained with a few drops of blood on his body, and threw it on the ground.
Following that man's footsteps, he leisurely walked towards Zone C.
Clang!
The thick iron door was pushed open fiercely by the scrawny man.
Zone C was an extremely spacious circular cell block.
Dozens of iron bunk beds were placed on the large communal platform on the ground floor, and more than thirty heavily convicted criminals were awakened by the roar, frantically going to grab the weapons under their pillows.
At the iron railing on the second floor.
A shirtless brawny man with a skull tattooed on his chest pushed open his cell door and walked out, carrying a fully accessorized M4A1 assault rifle in his hand.
Thomas glared with fury all over his face at the terrified subordinate downstairs.
"What are you yelling for! Have you seen a ghost? Are Baldy and the others back?"
The scrawny man slumped on the ground, pointing at the open door.
"N-Not Baldy, it's an Asian man, he killed all the brothers outside!"
As his voice fell.
Ling Feng happened to step into the Zone C gate.
The entire cell block instantly fell into dead silence, and over thirty bloodshot eyes stared uniformly at this uninvited guest.
Thomas saw clearly that Ling Feng was actually alone and didn't even wear a bulletproof vest.
He laughed out of extreme anger, directly pulling the bolt and aiming the muzzle at the first-floor gate.
"Coming to court death alone? Open fire! Beat him into mincemeat for me!"
More than thirty various firearms were raised one after another.
Facing the impending metal storm, Ling Feng not only did not retreat, but instead raised his hand and pointed at the chandelier overhead.
He bent down, casually picked up a Remington shotgun from the ground, and without even aiming, raised his hand and fired a shot.
Bang!
The buckshot accurately blasted apart the main prison circuit breaker installed on the second-floor wall.
Sparks crackled and flashed.
The entire Zone C cell block instantly fell into absolute darkness.
You couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Those heavily convicted criminals instantly fell into chaos.
Ling Feng's voice rang out in the darkness, clearly transmitting into everyone's ears.
"The game has begun, scum."
"Fuck! Open fire! Beat him to death!" Thomas's roar exploded in the completely dark Zone C.
Over thirty guns simultaneously spat out dazzling tongues of fire.
Tat-tat-tat-tat! Bang!
The dense gunfire echoed in the enclosed concrete building, ringing so painfully in people's eardrums.
The muzzle flashes illuminated this huge circular cell block intermittently.
But within Ling Feng's dynamic vision of up to 320 frames per second, these weak flashes of fractions of a second were enough to see everything around him clearly.
The trajectories dragging orange-yellow tail flames in mid-air, the grim and distorted faces of the inmates, and the subtle movements of the bolt ejecting shells were all infinitely slowed down.
He stood in place, his neural reaction speed giving the optimal solution within 0.003 seconds.
His muscles fully synchronized.
Ling Feng slightly sidestepped.
Two bullets flew past his chest, shattering the concrete wall plaster behind.
He stepped forward, leisurely walking through the intertwined web of bullets.
Three meters ahead, a blonde-haired man was tightly gripping the trigger of his M4, firing wildly, the muzzle flash illuminating his face.
Following the flash of gunfire for a split second, Ling Fengclosed in.
The blonde man's vision went black.
Ling Feng's right hand clamped onto his face, his five fingers exerting force to press downward.
The blonde man's back of the head slammed hard against the floor tiles, his skull cracking directly, and the gun in his hand was tossed into mid-air.
Taking advantage of the falling assault rifle still spitting fire.
Ling Feng captured that five inmates on the front left were gathering behind a huge iron long table, using it as cover to blind-fire toward the door.
This table was a solid iron table usually used for dining in Zone C, fixed to the ground, with all four table legs driven into the concrete floor with large bolts.
Ling Feng walked over in a few steps.
The Spider-Sense frantically fed back all the malice and heartbeats around him.
He grabbed the edge of the iron tabletop with one hand.
His knuckles tightened.
An explosive force of over two hundred tons instantly poured into his right arm.
Snap! Snap!
Four large bolts were forcibly pulled out of the concrete ground, stones splashing everywhere.
Ling Feng flipped this solid iron table weighing over three hundred catties over his head with one hand, without even looking, and smashed it fiercely toward the second-floor iron railing where the gunfire was densest.
The iron table, carrying violent kinetic energy, accurately crashed into the crowd.
"Ah ah!"
Several teeth-gritting bone-cracking sounds rang out simultaneously.
Three inmates standing behind the second-floor railing shooting wildly were hit squarely in the front by the iron table along with their guns, their entire chest cavities instantly caving in, and their screams cut short halfway through.
The huge impact directly broke the second-floor iron railing, and the three corpses smashed toward the first floor along with the deformed iron table, leaving a large pit on the ground.
The originally frantic strafing paused for a fraction of a second.
Darkness brought extreme panic.
"Where did he go! Did we hit him or not!"
"Turn on the lights! Quick, find a way to get some light!"
"Don't shoot! You fucking hit my leg!"
Under extreme fear, the inmates completely lost their footing, and someone fired wildly in the dark, hitting a companion.
Ling Feng did not stop.
A speed of 85 meters per second in a limited space had already exceeded the limit that the human retina could capture.
Even if there was only a tiny bit of muzzle flash leaking out when someone fired, Ling Feng could complete the kill within that microsecond.
He rushed into the crowd on the left side of the first floor.
Hand raised.
The sound of fractures came.
Palm fell.
The sound of a heart bursting rang out.
Ling Feng did not use any weapons; the suppression of pure physical strength was vividly displayed at this moment.
A fat man was trembling as he reloaded the riot gun in his hand.
In the darkness, a hand silently rested on his shoulder.
Chapter 73: Everyone's Shock
The fat man's scalp tingled, and he was just about to scream.
That hand applied a slight downward yank.
The fat man's entire right arm, along with his shoulder, was directly torn from his body, and warm liquid sprayed all over several people standing nearby.
"Ghost! There's a ghost!"
Crushing screams erupted among the crowd.
Someone unknown ignited a lighter.
The faint flame flickered to life, barely illuminating a distance of a few meters around them.
The hand of the person who lit the fire trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the lighter steady.
Taking advantage of this dim light, they saw the tragic scene on the ground clearly.
The brothers who were alive just moments ago had now mostly fallen, dying in extremely miserable states, all killed bare-handed through extremely violent means.
The very next second the flame flickered,
Ling Feng's face appeared in front of the man who lit the fire.
The man's pupils violently constricted.
Ling Feng blew a breath, and the flame went out.
Then came a dull impact; the man was kicked flying entirely, crashing through the door bars of the iron cage.
Out of more than thirty people, in less than two short minutes, only a few remained alive.
Thomas hid in the corner of the deepest cell on the second floor, his back pressed tightly against the concrete wall.
The screams outside had already stopped.
After the widespread panic, the entire Zone C grew so quiet that only a few heavy gasps remained.
Half a magazine was left in the M4A1 rifle in Thomas's hands.
He held his breath, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his chin onto his collar.
Over thirty guns providing a barrage of firepower in a confined space—let alone a person, even an elephant would have long been torn to pieces.
Yet the screams just now had all come from his own people.
Thomas swallowed a mouthful of saliva and reached out to touch the tactical flashlight at his waist.
Just as he touched the flashlight's icy metal casing,
a faint sound of footsteps came from the darkness.
The soles of the shoes stepped on the concrete floor, unhurried and steady.
They stopped two meters away from him.
Thomas's heart clenched violently; he clenched his teeth, raised the flashlight, and pressed the switch.
At the same time, he raised the assault rifle in his hands.
The strong white light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the space in front of him.
Ling Feng was standing right there, less than half a meter away from Thomas's muzzle.
Not even the fabric of that black short-sleeve shirt was damaged, and not a speck of dust, let alone bloodstains, was on his shoes.
Under such a dense web of gunfire, he was completely unharmed.
Thomas's mouth was wide open, his fingers completely frozen, forgetting to pull the trigger.
"Your flashlight is too bright." Ling Feng spoke indifferently.
His voice was very steady.
Thomas hadn't reacted at all when Ling Feng's hand was already raised.
The movement was so fast that the naked eye couldn't capture it at all.
Bang!
Ling Feng slapped the barrel of the gun with a single palm strike.
The refined steel-built M4 barrel was directly twisted into a bizarre angle.
The immense counter-shock force caused the webbing between Thomas's thumbs and forefingers to tear apart on the spot, dripping with blood, and the flashlight and the scrapped rifle dropped to the ground simultaneously.
The flashlight rolled into the corner, its beam of light pointing straight up at the ceiling, providing a faint light source to the cell.
Thomas's whole body stiffened; the fierce aura he had accumulated through years of fighting viciously in prison completely collapsed in the face of absolute power.
His legs went soft, and this leader of more than thirty people knelt directly on the ground.
"Don't... don't kill me." Thomas's voice was hoarse, carrying extreme despair.
Ling Feng looked down at him from above.
"Where is the access key to the armory?"
"It's... on my belt, hanging with a red magnetic card..." Thomas didn't dare play any tricks at all, his hands trembling as he unbuckled his belt.
Ling Feng didn't let him do it himself.
With a reach and a tug, he pulled everything off along with the belt's attachment clasp, finding a red magnetic card.
"Where are the cold storage and the generator room?" Ling Feng tucked the magnetic card into his pocket and continued asking.
"The generator room is on the first basement level of Zone A, the cold storage is behind the cafeteria, you can see it if you just walk straight across the playground..." Thomasconfessed very quickly, only praying to save his life.
After confirming the location of the supplies,
Ling Feng turned around and walked out.
Thomas looked at Ling Feng's back and let out a long sigh of relief.
He had managed to survive after all.
Before he could even catch his breath evenly,
Ling Feng, with his back to him, casually flicked his right wrist backward.
A white spider silk shot out from his wrist, instantly spanning a distance of over ten meters and precisely sticking to Thomas's neck.
With a violent pull,
Thomas's neck tightened, and his entire body was yanked off the ground by the immense force, smashing heavily against the iron guardrail in the corner.
His cervical vertebrae snapped, killing him on the spot.
Game over; there was never any intention of leaving anyone alive.
Ling Feng clapped his hands, confirmed there wasn't any breathing guy left around, and stepped out of Zone C's main gate.
A dozen minutes later.
Beside the forest outside the fork in the road.
Two red fire engines were still standing by in place.
Merle leaned against the car window, smoking a cigarette, his eyes staring straight in the direction of the mountains.
"I say, he's been in there for almost half an hour. Let alone gunfire, there isn't even an echo inside. The boss wouldn't actually be done for in there, right?" Merle exhaled a ring of smoke.
Sang-hwa leaned against the tire, checking the long gun in his hands.
"Shut your crow's mouth. If the boss had something happen to him, would you still be alive smoking?" Sang-hwa couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him.
Maggie tightly gripped the long-handled machete in her hands, pacing back and forth, feeling flustered and upset.
Li Bingbing was quite composed, sitting in the passenger seat closing her eyes to rest, but her hand resting on the hilt of her blade had never loosened.
Guillermo was just about to reply when he suddenly pointed in the direction of the ramp and shouted,
"Look! Someone's coming out!"
Everyone immediately became alert, raising their weapons one after another to aim at that side.
Amidst the swaying tree shadows,
Ling Feng walked down the concrete road leisurely with his hands in his pockets, his breathing frequency hadn't even changed.
"Ling!" Maggie shouted excitedly, directly dropping her machete and running over.
Li Bingbing pushed open the car door and also went up to meet him.
"Are you alright?" Li Bingbing looked him up and down, and seeing his completely clean clothes, she completely set her mind at ease.
"What could possibly be wrong? The trouble inside is solved." Ling Feng ruffled Maggie's hair and turned his head to look at Sang-hwa and Merle.
Merle widened his eyes, and only reacted after the cigarette butt in his hand dropped onto his crotch and burned him.
"Solved? Boss, you alone completely knocked over more than thirty armed thugs in there? How long has it even been?" Merle tumbled clumsily out of the car.
"Stop talking nonsense, get in the car, and drive it into the prison courtyard." Ling Feng didn't explain, pulling open the car door and getting straight in.
The two heavy fire engines followed the ramp, crushed directly through the gate outside the barbed wire, and parked on the spacious concrete playground of the prison.
Everyone pushed open their doors and got out of the car.
Ling Feng led them straight to Zone C.
Just as they walked into the first-floor lobby, a strong, pungent smell of blood rushed directly toward their faces.
Merle, carrying his assault rifle, had just stepped across the threshold when he froze on the spot.
The ground was littered with dilapidated corpses, some with collapsed chests, some with severed limbs, and blood splatters everywhere on the walls.
There were no bullet holes.
They were all physically transcended through purely violent means.
"Fuck..." Guillermo followed them in, his calves trembling uncontrollably, his stomach churning violently, and he dragged a few underlings to run outside and vomit.
Sang-hwa gasped sharply.
He considered himself very strong, and crushing a person to death was not a problem for him, but to kill more than thirty people bare-handed into this miserable state amidst a hail of bullets—
this completely exceeded the realm of humanity.
Chapter 74: Something is wrong, grab the stuff and run!
Maggie covered her nose and looked at Ling Feng's fair hands.
That night at the farm, these hands had been warm, but now they simply looked like the most terrifying weapons of murder.
"Alright, stop looking." Ling Feng took out the red magnetic card and waved it.
"Let's go see how much stuff is left in the armory."
Hearing the word armory, Merle completely forgot about the smell of blood, his eyes glowing.
"Boss is mighty! Let's go, let's go, my big gun is already thirsting and impatient!" Merle rushed straight to the front.
The group bypassed Area C and came before the heavy blast door deep in the corridor of Area A.
Ling Feng picked up the magnetic card and swiped it across the sensor.
Beep!
The green light lit up.
The heavy steel door let out a muffled hydraulic sound and slowly slid open to both sides.
Dry and moisture-proof air hit them in the face.
Neat rows of remington shotguns were arranged on the shelves, and piles of green munitions boxes littered the floor, clearly stamped with the military insignia.
Besides firearms and ammunition, there was an abundance of riot shields, Kevlar stab-resistant vests, and walkie-talkie equipment.
"We're rich! We're fucking rich this time!" Merle threw himself onto a box filled with stun grenades, his drool practically about to spill out.
Sang-hwa was also shocked by the scale; bringing this equipment back to the town would be more than enough to arm a riot squad.
Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of the harvest,
Ling Feng's gaze swept past the shelves and looked toward the dim corner deep inside the armory.
A behemoth was parked there, covered by a thick gray tarp and covered in dust.
Ling Feng walked straight over, grabbed the edge of the tarp, and violently yanked it down.
Swish!
The dust cover fell to the ground.
A wheeled armored vehicle with an extremely oppressive design and completely pitch-black paintwork was abruptly exposed to the air.
It had thick bulletproof steel plate armor and huge blast-proof tires.
The most fatal thing was that on the 360-degree rotatable turret on top of the car, there was even mounted a Browning heavy machine gun with a terrifying caliber!
Maggie drew a sharp breath, her voice trembling slightly, "Ling... is this what you called a little bit of supplies?"
Ling Feng stood in place, staring at the pitch-black wheeled armored vehicle.
He reached out and touched the thick bulletproof steel plate, a freezing sensation coming from his fingertips. How could there be a the military vehicle equipped with a Browning heavy machine gun in a riot armory? This simply didn't make sense.
"Everyone rest here for the night, and we'll set off early tomorrow morning," Ling Feng turned around and instructed.
The few people nearby nodded; after all the tossing and turning, they were indeed tired.
"Merle, take a few people to keep watch."
"No problem, Boss!" Merle raised his hand and jokingly gave a the military salute, casually pointing at two of Guillermo's underlings, and swaggered out toward the corridor.
Maggie walked a circle around the armored vehicle, tapping her fingers twice on the blast-proof tire, producing a muffled sound.
Li Bingbing walked to Ling Feng's side.
"What's wrong, Ling?" Li Bingbing asked in a low voice.
Ling Feng furrowed his brows.
"This vehicle and these weapons clearly shouldn't exist in this prison." Ling Feng pointed at the piles of green the military ammunition boxes on the ground, "I always feel something is wrong."
Li Bingbing looked at him in astonishment for half a second.
"Then why aren't we grabbing the stuff and running?" Li Bingbing retorted directly.
Ling Feng was stunned, his mind suddenly turning around.
Right!
If they already felt something was wrong, why not grab the loot and run, staying here to wait for the New Year?
Ling Feng patted his forehead.
"Go tell Merle to drive our cars in! Move as much as we can, let's hurry up and leave!" Ling Feng raised his voice.
Sang-hwa, who was nearby, reacted extremely quickly.
"Alright!" Sang-hwa acknowledged, bolted, and ran outside.
Maggie also heard the severity of the problem and quickly went to the side to find carts and moving tools.
Ling Feng stood in the center of the armory, rapidly reviewing in his mind.
This batch of the military supplies appearing in a maximum-security prison was definitely no coincidence.
The cataclysm had only broken out for two months; those higher-ups researching the wildfire virus must have considered a fallback long ago.
This place was likely just one of the reserve points arranged in advance by some the military big shot.
Either that big shot was already dead, or a well-equipped the military convoy could come at any time to take over these supplies.
Ling Feng lowered his head and glanced at his own hands.
He could indeed withstand conventional bullets, and ordinary rifles and submachine guns hitting his body would leave at most a white dot, but what if he went up against the Browning heavy machine gun on top of the armored vehicle? Or those armor-piercing rounds and anti-material sniper rifles?
If he were truly focused by large-caliber heavy firepower, he would definitely die.
Lee Ji-eun, Hye-young, and the others were still waiting back at the camp; there was no need to risk his life just to act tough.
The wisest course of action right now was to empty out this place, run back to the overpass or the town, and lie low to develop!
"Boss!"
Guillermo rushed in eagerly with his underlings.
"Big Brother Sang-hwa said we need to load the vehicles and retreat immediately?" Guillermo asked, panting heavily.
"Right." Ling Feng pointed at the surrounding shelves, "Move all these remington shotguns and ammunition boxes outside for me, and take the walkie-talkies and riot shields as well."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Move it!" Guillermo shouted at his subordinates.
Several young men immediately turned into porters, hoisting heavy munitions boxes and running outside.
The roar of a heavy diesel engine came from outside. Two red heavy fire trucks were driven directly by Sang-hwa and Merle to the ground-floor passage entrance of the Area A building, less than thirty meters away from the armory.
"We're rich, we're rich!"
Merle jumped down from the vehicle and ran into the armory. The first thing he saw was the wheeled armored vehicle. Merle threw his whole body onto it, his hands frantically stroking the hood.
"Boss, is this thing ours too?" Merle rubbed his hands together in excitement.
"Can you drive it?" Ling Feng glanced at him.
"Who are you looking down on!" Merle patted his chest, "Back in the army days, I could drive this kind of vehicle at two hundred yards with my eyes closed!"
"Then it's yours. The keys should be in the car or the cabinet beside it." Ling Feng pointed at the iron cabinet ahead.
Merle immediately ran over to rummage through it.
"Found it!" Merle raised a set of keys with a black chip and excitedly scrambled into the armored vehicle's driver's seat.
The engine emitted a low roar, and the roof lights of the armored vehicle lit up.
"Sang-hwa, you and Guillermo are responsible for loading the arms. Maggie, take a few people to the cold storage." Ling Feng methodically assigned tasks.
"Understood."
Maggie took a few handcarts and led four able-bodied young men running toward the back of the cafeteria.
The entire prison became completely busy. the military-green ammunition boxes were stacked neatly in the back of the fire truck, and Kevlar stab-resistant vests were bundled into a large pack and shoved directly into the back seats.
Twenty minutes later, the sound of the walkie-talkie came from Maggie's side.
"Ling, there are too many things in the cold storage. There are still dozens of bags of rice and flour, but dehydrated vegetables and vacuum-packed food are piled like mountains. If we take all of it, the two fire trucks won't be able to fit it."
Ling Feng pressed down on the walkie-talkie.
"Only take high-calorie compressed biscuits, vacuum-packed food, and dehydrated vegetables. If the rice and flour really can't fit, give them up," Ling Feng decisively ordered.
They had already scavenged a cart of food from the rice store today, and the focus now was on supplies that were easy to carry and preserve.
"Received." Maggie's side immediately adjusted their strategy.
Chapter 75: "Taking My Things and Trying to Leave Just Like That? That's Not Right, Is It?"
Time ticked away second by second, and more than half of the armory's shelves had already been emptied.
Sang-hwa walked out carrying two large riot shields and threw them into the vehicle compartment.
"Boss, the car is completely packed. If we load any more, the chassis is going to scrape the ground," Sang-hwa said, wiping away sweat.
Ling Feng walked over to inspect.
The two fire trucks had indeed reached their limits, with several large boxes of compressed biscuits tied even to the roofs.
"That's about it." Ling Feng nodded.
Merle poked his head out from the turret of the armored vehicle.
"Boss! The heavy machine gun on this car has three fully loaded ammunition belt boxes inside; that's enough to fight a battle!"
"Stop talking nonsense, start the engine, and get ready to retreat." Ling Feng turned around and got into the first fire truck.
"Boom..."
The heavy riot tires ground harshly against the concrete floor, producing a piercing friction sound.
Merle sat inside that pitch-black wheeled armored vehicle, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and slammed fiercely on the gas pedal with an excited look on his face.
Sang-hwa drove the first red fire truck, its rear bed already stuffed with the military green ammunition boxes and various supplies.
Guillermo and a few others huddled in the back row, still panting heavily.
Ling Feng sat in the passenger seat, resting one hand on the window frame, just as he was about to give the order to retreat via the walkie-talkie.
In the four corners of Prison Area A's courtyard, those rusty loudspeakers that originally hung on utility poles suddenly emitted a harsh crackle of static.
"You took my things! Are you leaving right now?"
The voice was very steady, echoing through the static across the empty concrete playground.
The motorcade came to an abrupt halt.
Sang-hwa slammed his foot down on the brakes, leaving two black skid marks on the ground, and the armored vehicle following behind almost failed to brake in time, directly kissing the rear of the fire truck.
"F*ck! Who's playing God and playing ghosts?!" Merlerolled down the car window, roaring outward at the top of his lungs, his hand instinctively reaching for the assault rifle at his waist.
Maggie sat in the back row, instantly raising the machete in her hand and looking around.
Li Bingbing pressed against the dagger at her waist, leaning her body forward.
Ling Feng didn't move.
He slightly raised his head, his gaze sweeping past the corner of the wall, keenly noticing that an inconspicuous spherical security camera above the guard booth was slowly rotating, the red dot on the lens exceptionally vibrant.
When he entered the prison earlier, he had checked, and the cameras had all been in a stationary state, but now they were clearly activated by someone.
"Boss, are there still living people in this place?" Sang-hwapicked up the long gun beside the passenger seat, aiming the muzzle at that camera along Ling Feng's line of sight.
"Put down the gun." Ling Feng patted Sang-hwa on the shoulder, then directly pushed open the car door and stepped down.
The evening breeze blew across the courtyard, carrying a strong scent of blood.
Ling Feng walked to the front of the fire truck, raised his head, looked at the camera with the glowing red dot, put his hands in his pockets, and raised his voice to counter-ask.
"Who are you?!"
The loudspeaker fell silent for two seconds, and accompanied by faint static noise, that voice sounded once again.
"Young man, you don't need to care who I am, but is it really appropriate for you to take my things and just want to leave?"
This tone exuded a condescending flavor.
Guillermo leaned against the car window, his forehead covered in cold sweat upon hearing these words, and couldn't help shouting toward the front: "Boss! Could this be someone from the the military?"
Combined with that abrupt armored vehicle in the armory, even a fool could guess that this batch of supplies had an owner.
The man in the loudspeaker clearly heard Guillermo's shout and made no concealment at all.
"No matter what, that group of poor criminals were left here by me to guard my things. Now that you've killed all the dogs and emptied the house, you have to give an explanation, right?"
Hearing these words, the last doubt in Ling Feng's mind was completely unraveled.
No wonder a place like a prison would hide large-caliber heavy weapons of the military grade.
That group of felons led by Thomas delusionally thought they had established themselves as kings of the mountain, but in reality, they were just dogs raised in the yard by someone else to keep watch.
They couldn't move the armored vehicle, and every day they were only fit to consume some compressed biscuits and expired canned food from the cold storage.
The real focal point was not on these prisoners at all.
"Then what do you want?" Ling Feng stood in place, with no trace of tension visible on his face at all.
At the same time.
Inside a giant underground command center buried deep nearly ten thousand miles away from this prison.
An aging general with grey temples, wearing a crisp the military uniform, was sitting on a wide swivel chair, his hands crossed over his chest.
In front of him was an entire huge electronic screen, the image divided into more than a dozen sections.
One of the sections clearly displayed the tragic state inside the prison cells of Prison Area C.
Even though he was accustomed to life and death, the general's heartbeat still skipped half a beat when he saw the scene after the emergency power of the gate lit up again earlier.
More than thirty thugs holding remington shotguns and fully automatic rifles.
Were all dead.
Not a single corpse all over the ground had fallen from being shot; they were all killed in close combat. The heavy iron tables were smashed into scrap metal, and even several terrifying cracks were imprinted on the load-bearing wall.
On the other hand, the Asian young man standing in front of the fire truck and his companions behind him didn't even have a bloody mark scraped by shrapnel on their bodies!
What kind of terrifying close-combat explosive power and reaction speed would this require?
The general kept the top special operations forces under his command. Those elites could go in fully armed and annihilate this group of mobsters, but they could never achieve it without injury, let alone slaughter purely relying on physical strength.
Inside the screen, the young man's expression was calm and composed, making eye contact with him through the camera.
Talent.
This is a top-notch talent!
On the post-catastrophe wasteland, having such a squad with extremely terrifying solo combat capabilities could accomplish too many things.
Those so-called supplies were merely a drop in the bucket.
The general leaned forward slightly and pressed the black communication microphone on his desk.
"How about coming to work for me?"
The general threw out a chip he considered impossible to refuse, his voice full of confidence, "If you agree, everything loaded on the vehicle today can be given to you. Even in the future, you can get ten times more weapons and supplies than this. In this damned world, you and your team can live better than anyone else."
In the prison courtyard.
The loudspeaker echoed the rhetoric of recruitment.
Merle directly laughed out loud, pushing open the top cover of the armored vehicle and poking out half his body.
"Boss! This old bastard wants to keep us!"
Sang-hwa snorted coldly, not lowering the gun in his hand, ready at any time to deal with the automatic machine gun defense system that might appear.
Maggie tightened her grip on the knife handle. She knew the style of the the military very well; once joining such so-called recruitment, it was nothing more than turning from a free person into cannon fodder sent to death in the other party's hands.
Ling Feng stood in the open space, and after hearing these words, couldn't help digging his ears.
"Did you get something wrong?" Ling Feng shrugged at the camera.
"What?" The general's voice carrying a hint of doubt came from the loudspeaker.
"I've already loaded the things onto the car, so they are mine." Ling Feng spread his hands, appearing very puzzled, "How did it turn into you giving them to me? Taking my own things as a reward, your calculation is quite shrewd."
Inside the underground base thousands of miles away.
The general's expression stiffened. This kid didn't play according to the routine at all. In the face of the the military's coercion, ordinary survivors would have long kowtowed in gratitude.
"Young man, you are very arrogant." The general's voice sank, "The fact that I can see you means I control the highest authority of this prison. As long as I press my finger, the three heavy isolation gates on the outer perimeter of Area A will lock within ten seconds. Without heavy explosives, none of you can think of getting out; you'll only starve to death inside alive."
"You can think it over clearly, whether to choose to join me, or choose to turn into a pile of white bones."
A naked threat.
Guillermo stomped his feet in anxiety, shouting at Ling Feng: "Boss! The gate! There really are heavy gates in the passage outside!"
When they drove in, they had noticed that the gate was at least a foot thick and made entirely of steel.
Ling Feng ignored Guillermo's panic.
"Is that so?" Ling Feng counter-asked the camera, loosening his wrists.
In front of the base screen, the general sneered, and was about to press the gate locking button to teach this audacious young man a lesson, crushing his spirit before continuing to talk.
As a result, the next second.
Chapter 76: Truth comes out of the barrel of a gun!
"Might makes right!"
The Asian man in the surveillance footage suddenly bent down, his right hand grabbing a concrete road barrier weighing over a hundred pounds right next to his foot.
That was a solid stone pier used to block riot vehicles!
Ling Feng suddenly exerted force with a single arm, twisting his core, and the stone pier weighing over a hundred pounds felt as light as a baseball in his hand, being directly hurled into mid-air.
"Bang!"
The sound of tearing through the air exploded.
Carrying terrifying kinetic energy, the stone pier spanned a distance of tens of meters and accurately smashed the surveillance camera on the outer wall of the second floor.
The screen instantly turned into a patch of flickering static.
Inside the underground base.
The admiral suddenly stood up from his chair, supporting himself on the table with both hands, staring at the static screen with his pupils contracting violently.
Throwing a stone weighing over a hundred pounds with one hand? And still maintaining that kind of speed and precision?
"Is he even fucking human?!"
"Commander? Do you need to lock the prison floodgate immediately?" The communications adjutant next to him hurriedly asked.
"Lock my ass!"
The admiral gritted his teeth and slammed his fist onto the table.
This monster was not afraid of any gravity gates at all. If it were really locked, the other party would probably be able to tear the gate apart with his bare hands.
This person was definitely a mutant!
And a mutant that retained perfect sanity!
Prison courtyard.
Dust and debris scattered all over the ground.
Ling Feng patted the dust off his hands, turned around, pulled open the passenger door of the fire truck, and jumped straight in.
"Merle!" Ling Feng shouted into the walkie-talkie.
"I am here, Boss!" Merle shouted excitedly from behind.
"Pave the way ahead!"
"You got it!" Merle slammed heavily on the accelerator.
The wheeled armored vehicle let out a terrifying roar, its massive black body lunging forward, directly pushing aside the two barbed wire road barriers blocking the front, and speeding towards the outer passage of the prison.
Two red heavy-duty fire trucks followed closely behind, fully loaded with envy-inducing weaponry and supplies, swaggering across the playground.
Guillermo sat in the back row, looking at the rampaging armored vehicle in front, and swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.
"Big Brother Sang-hwa... What on earth is the background of our boss?" Guillermo asked cautiously.
Sang-hwa steadily steered the wheel without even turning his head: "Do not ask around, just follow along. You just need to know that even if an armored company comes from the opposite side, the boss can still tear them to pieces."
The convoy roared out of the prison gate, rushed onto the main highway along the ramp, and disappeared into the night.
Two hours later.
Viaduct Camp.
Several bonfires burning at the bridgehead swayed in the night wind.
Little T and a few aboriginals were patrolling the outer perimeter, and from afar they heard the deafening engine roar.
"What is the situation? Are the boss and the others back? This commotion is way too big!" Little T raised his flashlight and shone it toward the end of the road.
One black and two red, three behemoths appeared in sight.
Especially the wheeled armored vehicle at the lead, gleaming with metallic luster under the firelight.
Lee Ji-eun and Hye-young ran out from the train carriage, and seeing this array, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.
The convoy slowly came to a halt.
The sound of the airlock deflating resounded through the viaduct.
Ling Feng pushed the door open and got out of the car, stretching luxuriously.
Li Bingbing and Maggie also jumped down following him.
"Oppa!" Lee Ji-eun ran over, circled the fire truck, and said, "Did you guys go rob a the military base? How come you even drove a tank back?!"
"That is a wheeled armored vehicle," Maggie corrected with an uncontainable smile on her face.
Merle climbed down from the turret, patted the car door, and flaunted loudly at Little T: "Hey big black guy, see that! Browning heavy machine gun! We can walk sideways across this wasteland from now on!"
Everyone in the entire camp was woken up by the commotion.
Ling Feng stood in the middle of the crowd and clapped his hands.
"Everyone, quiet down."
The attention of everyone was completely focused.
"Guillermo, take people to unload the food first. Sang-hwa, leave the weaponry in the car for now, find two empty carriages tomorrow to store them specifically."
Ling Feng arranged things methodically: "Tonight we will have extra food, take a few packs of dehydrated vegetables to make soup, and open a few cans of meat. Everyone eat to your heart is content."
Cheers instantly erupted in the camp.
After eating and drinking their fill, late night arrived.
Ling Feng returned to the locomotive specifically cleared out for him, leaning against the sofa, but in his mind, he was pondering which faction was hidden behind that camera.
The admiral? Remnants of the the military?
Since the other party saw him through the camera, it meant they definitely still retained a complete communication network and base operation capabilities.
But it did not matter; as long as they dared to provoke him, he would definitely give the other party a lifelong unforgettable lesson.
Just as he was thinking, the carriage door was gently pulled open.
Amy walked in holding a steaming cup of Water, wearing only a thin shirt, her slender and fair legs dazzling under the dim light.
"Ling..." Amy walked over to the sofa and placed the water cup on the small table.
Ling Feng looked up at her without speaking.
Amy bit her lip, suddenly straddled the lap of Ling Feng, and wrapped her hands around his neck.
"Today Maggie and Sister Bing both went out to fight, and I did not help at all..." The voice of Amy softened somewhat.
"How do you want to help?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow.
A chuckle came from the side. Li Bingbing walked over holding a washed apple and took a bite. Lee Ji-eun and Maggie were also tidying up the beds in this large, specially connected carriage.
Ling Feng reached out with a large arm, conveniently pinching the waist of Amy, and raised his voice a few notches: "You are all my women, so what if you have some privileges? Who can say anything, who dares to say anything?"
As soon as these words came out, they were full of dominance.
Li Bingbing turned her back to continue munching on the apple, the corners of her lips curled high up.
Lee Ji-eun stuck out her tongue, while Maggie hummed a song and spread out the blanket.
This feeling of being unreservedly favored and protected by their own man indeed made the hearts of these women feel sweet.
"Do not think too much." Ling Feng lowered his head, leaned close to the ear of Amy, and said, "Just be happy every day, do whatever you want."
After saying that, he directly blocked her little mouth that still wanted to speak.
"Mm..." Tears welled up in the corners of the eyes of Amy, moved to a mess, and she tightly hugged the back of Ling Feng, responding passionately.
The palm of Ling Feng extremely skillfully probed in along the hem of her clothes.
Amy let out a soft hum from her nose.
Ling Feng scooped her up by the waist and strode over to the thick mattress by the window.
A rustling commotion suddenly sounded inside the carriage.
The face of Lee Ji-eun instantly turned red down to the roots of her neck, and she hurriedly pulled Hye-young to hide on the other side.
Li Bingbing rolled her eyes in annoyance, walked over, and pulled shut the isolation curtain of the carriage.
The night passed without a word, and a million words are omitted here.
Early the next morning.
Morning light filtered through the mist around the viaduct, spilling onto the rusty rails.
Ling Feng pushed the door open and stepped out of the locomotive, stretching as his joints made crisp crackling sounds.
The viaduct was already bustling with activity.
The supplies brought back late last night were too much; the two fire trucks and that armored vehicle directly blocked the bridgehead, with hundreds of boxes piled up in the open space outside, and everyone was busy sorting and moving them.
Guillermo, shirtless and carrying a box of remingtonshotguns, roared at a few underlings: "Put it down slowly!"
Merle was biting on a toothpick, squatting on the pitch-black wheeled armored vehicle, carefully wiping the barrel of the Browning heavy machine gun with a rag, showing such care as if treating his own biological son.
Sang-hwa was holding a large bundle of Kevlar anti-stab vests in his hand. Seeing Ling Feng come out from afar, he hurriedly dropped the things on the ground and walked over briskly.
Chapter 77: The Non-Soundproofed Train Cars!
Sang-hwa tossed the heavy bundle of Kevlar stab-resistant vests in his hands onto the open ground.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and strode toward Ling Feng.
Ling Feng was looking ahead.
Guillermo, along with a few underlings, was huffing and puffing as he hauled green ammunition boxes onto the viaduct.
Sang-hwa had always been straightforward, but today, for the first time ever, he was hesitating and stumbling over his words.
Scratching the back of his head hard with his large hand, he stopped in front of Ling Feng.
"Boss Ling..."
"Just spit it out; there's no need to be so coy between us." Ling Feng handed him a bottle of opened purified water.
Sang-hwa took it and gulped down a large mouthful.
"Well... We discussed it and feel that we shouldn't live inside the train cars anymore. Living outside is the same."
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow.
The night wind on the viaduct was very strong.
Although the smell inside the train cars was a bit heavy, they at least blocked the wind and rain. Why suddenly move out?
Sang-hwa became even more embarrassed, lowering his voice to explain.
"Boss, you know, those carriages are just a single layer of sheet metal."
"Before, when you had people use wooden boards to partition them into small individual rooms, it really was spacious for everyone to live in."
"But those wooden boards don't provide any soundproofing at all."
Sang-hwa pointed at the long carriages in the distance.
"When sleeping at night, if someone next door snores or turns over, you can hear it loud and clear."
"Not to mention if there's actually some private commotion; basically, everyone in the entire carriage is forced to eavesdrop."
When Sang-hwa mentioned private commotion, his face blushed to the root of his neck.
Ling Feng recalled how he and Amy had gone at it last night.
Relying on the fact that he was in the independently cleared locomotive, which was some distance away from the large carriages in the back...
...and with the partitions in place, he hadn't held back much.
Amy was also someone who couldn't control the volume of her voice, but since the sound stayed inside the locomotive, it didn't affect anything—though the carriages in the back had suffered.
The other married couples or lovers in the camp must have been holding back like crazy in this environment devoid of any privacy.
Sang-hwa was someone who fiercely protected his wife.
And since Seong-kyeong was a pregnant woman, she was definitely very dissatisfied with this kind of sleep environment that was disturbed day and night.
"Alright." Ling Feng nodded decisively, feeling that the proposal was very reasonable.
"Living inside the carriages indeed lacks enough privacy."
"From now on, everyone can just live in simple wooden houses built on the guardrails on both sides, which offers more space and freedom."
Sang-hwa nodded repeatedly in agreement.
"Then let's use the vacated empty carriages to store supplies!" Sang-hwa followed up with a plan.
Ling Feng looked at the mountain of firearms and sundries piled up on the open ground.
"Sure, it'll be just right for storing this new batch of things we brought back."
"One carriage will be used for weapons and equipment, one for food, one specifically for medicines, and the last one for those daily necessities and sundries."
"That happens to be four carriages, classified and sorted. It will be convenient to find things in the future, and we can assign people to lock the iron doors and take turns guarding them."
After hearing this, Sang-hwa clenched his fists.
"That's what we thought too! Concentrating the supplies in enclosed sheet-metal carriages is moisture-proof and rain-proof, and much safer than piling them outside."
"Then let's go do it right now!"
Sang-hwa was a man of action. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and ran back to call people.
"Yongguk! Guillermo! Stop moving things for a moment! Come over and help!"
Sang-hwa's loud voice echoed across the bridgehead.
"Clear out the first four carriages first! Take apart all the bed boards inside and lay them out on the open ground!"
A group of young men immediately dropped the work in their hands and swarmed toward the carriages.
Looking at Sang-hwa's bustling and hurried back, Ling Feng shook his head helplessly.
This big guy was indeed proactive when it came to working.
Ling Feng turned around, preparing to go check on the situation over at Merle's side.
A sweep of his gaze happened to meet a gaze from not far away.
Seong-kyeong was standing beside several buckets, helping to repack the scattered compressed biscuits into boxes.
Today, she was wearing a loose knit sweater.
Below that were a pair of stretchy black long pants.
A woman during pregnancy had a body contour carrying a unique fullness.
The moment she locked gazes with Ling Feng...
Seong-kyeong did not dodge. Instead, she stopped the action of packing biscuits in her hands and straightened her body.
She slightly raised her chin, her rosy lips parted slightly, and the soft tip of her tongue poked out, slowly licking a circle along her lower lip.
This action had no concealment whatsoever, and its intent was extremely strong.
Ling Feng only felt a fire directly ignite in his heart.
This woman was truly a captivating temptress.
Separated by a distance of dozens of meters, just a mutual glance and a flirtatious gesture...
Ling Feng understood tacitly.
He didn't hesitate in the slightest.
He turned around and walked with unhurried steps toward the tool room at the edge of the viaduct.
Watching the direction he left, Seong-kyeong patted the dust off her clothes and casually handed the cardboard box to a young man nearby: "My stomach feels a bit uncomfortable, I'm going over there to rest for a bit. Can you help me pack the rest?"
Casually finding an excuse, Seong-kyeong bypassed the busy crowd. The tool room was in the shadow beside the tunnel entrance in the corner. Today everyone was moving supplies, so tools weren't needed, and usually no one came by.
The wooden door was half-open. Seong-kyeong had just placed her hand on the doorknob without yet pushing with force.
The door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and a strong, powerful hand directly grabbed her wrist, pulling her slightly inward.
Seong-kyeong fell uncontrollably into a scalding embrace.
"Bang." The door closed behind her.
Most of the noise outside was isolated. The light inside the tool room was very dim, and only a few rays of faint light filtered through the broken cracks in the wall.
Ling Feng pressed her against the door panel, lowering his head to get close to her ear: "Thinking about it again? Aren't you really afraid of being found out?"
Hot breath sprayed onto her auricle.
Seong-kyeong's breathing grew rapid, and she wrapped her arms around Ling Feng's neck: "He's bringing people to dismantle the bed boards in the carriage; he won't come out anytime soon..."
Seong-kyeong raised her head, her voice trembling, and proactively met him.
There were no extra superfluous words.
In this confined space filled with the smell of rust and engine oil...
...
Half an hour later.
The tool room gradually grew quiet.
Seong-kyeong leaned against Ling Feng's shoulder, her whole body limp without an ounce of strength, not wanting to move even a single finger. Her face was completely flushed, she was panting heavily, and sweat had wet the hair in front of her forehead.
"You really are a lunatic..." Seong-kyeong panted, hitting Ling Feng's chest with a hint of coyness.
This bit of strength hitting Ling Feng felt like nothing at all.
Ling Feng casually helped her tidy up her disheveled clothes and patted her back.
"Who was it that licked their lips to seduce me just now?"
"Screw you." Seong-kyeong rolled her eyes at him and pushed open the door crack to look outside.
Confirming that no one outside was paying attention to this side...
...she straightened her hem and quickly slipped out.
Watching Seong-kyeong's somewhat unnatural gait, Ling Feng smiled.
He leaned against the back of the door and lit a cigarette.
Taking a deep drag, the pungent tobacco flavor made a circle in his lungs.
Just as he blew out a smoke ring...
...the neural impulses representing his Spider-Sense in his brain...
...suddenly trembled wildly.
This time it wasn't a prickling pain, but an extremely sharp crisis early-warning!
Ling Feng's hand holding the cigarette paused instantly, and his 320 frames-per-second dynamic vision automatically activated.
Everyone in the camp was still busy.
No zombies were approaching.
The walkie-talkie suddenly emitted a harsh burst of static noise.
"Boss! There's a situation at the tunnel entrance!" Merle's altered voice blasted from inside.
Immediately following that...
The tracks of the entire viaduct began to emit an extremely slight tremor.
This wasn't the commotion that a horde of zombies moving could make.
This vibration frequency was the sound of heavy armored treads pressing onto the asphalt road.
A convoy was coming!
Ling Feng tossed away the cigarette butt, kicked open the iron door, and rushed out.
Chapter 78: 17-Person Convoy! Stunned the Opposing Side with the Headcount!
Ling Feng kicked open the iron door of the tool room and strode toward the open space at the bridgehead.
"Everyone on alert! Women and children, get on the train!" Ling Feng roared, casually grabbing a rifle leaning against the pile of debris.
The people who were originally busy moving supplies immediately stopped their actions.
"We've got work, boys! Don't just stand there like fools!" Merle tossed away the rag in his hand, took two steps onto the armored vehicle, quickly slipped into the turret, and with a click, pulled the bolt of the Browning heavy machine gun.
Sang-hwa dropped the steel pipe in his hand, ran toward Seong-kyeong, protected her as she walked toward the carriage, and at the same time loudly called out to Karaand other indigenous people to get in quickly.
Maggie and Li Bingbing drew their weapons and each found cover.
Ling Feng paid no attention to the others, exerting force under his feet, and reached the back of the two fire trucks at the tunnel entrance in a few seconds.
Deep inside the dark tunnel, seven or eight dazzling headlight beams crisscrossed and shot outward.
For ordinary people, at this distance and with such glare, it was impossible to see anything at all.
But Ling Feng's vision adjusted instantly; the 320-frames-per-second dynamic capture completely ignored those blinding lights.
The situation inside the tunnel was crystal clear at a glance.
There were eight cars in total.
The lead vehicle was a pickup truck retrofitted with crash bars, followed by an old RV and several off-road vehicles.
There were 17 Lords in total in the cars, and four small-bodied children cowering in the back rows.
The other party was obviously not some remnants of the the military or heavily armed Ravagers, but rather a fleeing refugee team exhausted from running for their lives.
Inside the pickup truck.
In the passenger seat, Koria narrowed her eyes, looking at the light at the tunnel exit ahead, and suddenly raised her hand to grab the seatbelt.
"Karl! There are people ahead."
Karl, with his beard, felt his heart skip a beat, and instinctively stepped on the brake.
The tires screeched harshly against the asphalt road, and the convoy following behind also decelerated successively upon seeing this, finally stopping in the middle of the tunnel a certain distance away from the exit.
Karl grabbed the binoculars on the dashboard and brought them to his eyes.
At first, the outside light was a bit dazzling. As his eyes gradually adjusted, Karl saw the scene ahead clearly.
Two huge red heavy fire trucks, plus a locomotive, blocked the wide elevated bridgehead tightly.
Beside the tire of the fire truck on the left, an Asian man wearing a black short-sleeve shirt was holding a rifle, the muzzle precisely pointing at the cab of his pickup truck.
On the elevated bridge higher up behind that man, a pitch-black armored vehicle could be vaguely seen, the silhouette of the heavy machine gun on its roof making one's scalp tingle.
Retreat?
Karl lowered the binoculars and turned to glance at the long line of convoy in the rearview mirror.
He was no longer alone now.
There were old people and sick children in the team.
The fuel was running low, and the ammunition was pitifully scarce.
Before entering the tunnel, one or two hundred zombies were wandering on the highway behind; they had forced their way through, and retreating now was tantamount to seeking death.
Drive forward?
The group ahead had a tight defense line. Just the roadblock formation and heavy firepower were enough to riddle their few beat-up cars like a sieve.
"Karl, what should we do?" Koria lowered her voice, her palms sweating, reaching for the revolver by her leg.
"Don't touch the gun!" Karl pressed down on her hand.
The opposite side had heavy weapons; firing a gun was courting death.
"Boss, should we do it? Just say the word, and I'll empty a magazine into their lead car first!" Merle shouted over the walkie-talkie.
"Shut up, take your finger off the trigger first." Ling Fengreplied, holding his headset.
Women and children were all there, weapons were scarce, everyone was sallow and emaciated, and they didn't even have decent protection. These people posed no threat, and it wasn't worth wasting bullets.
However, they couldn't just be allowed to drive in like this; rules had to be established.
Ling Feng stood up, left the cover, and walked directly to the open space in front of the fire truck.
"Ling!" Maggie in the rear shouted, wanting to pull him back.
Ling Feng waved his hand.
He looked at the pickup truck a hundred meters away, raised his volume, and his voice echoed in the spacious tunnel.
"Kill the engines! Everyone put your hands on the steering wheel! Put your hands where I can see them!"
Karl heard the shouting outside.
"Is this person crazy? Walking out without even taking cover?" Koria looked at Ling Feng not far away, extremely surprised.
"He is very confident." Karl took a deep breath, pulled out the car keys, and raised his hands above the steering wheel.
"Listen up, people in the rear cars, nobody move around, do as he says." Karl picked up the vehicle's intercom and gave instructions.
The tunnel quickly quieted down, the engines of several cars shut off one after another, and more than a dozen people all obediently raised their hands.
Ling Feng saw their movements clearly.
"Guillermo! Sang-hwa!" Ling Feng waved without turning his head, "Bring a few people over and disarm them."
"Understood!" Sang-hwa walked forward carrying a spear. Guillermo and a few lackeys also followed.
Ling Feng walked at the very front and came to the outside of Karl's pickup truck window.
Karl looked at Ling Feng close at hand, his Adam's apple moving.
"We mean no harm." Karl tried to keep his voice steady, "We just kept driving along the highway, wanting to find a safe place to settle down. If this is your camp, we can retreat immediately..."
"Retreat to where? Go back to feed those zombies, or starve to death in those remote wildernesses?" Ling Fengstared at him, "Open the car door."
Karl hesitated for two seconds, then reached out and pulled open the car door.
He was not short in height, but standing in front of Ling Feng, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"What's your name?" Ling Feng asked.
"Karl, this is my wife Koria." Karl answered very cleanly.
"Thirteen Lords, four children." Ling Feng directly stated their headcount.
Karl and Koria were stunned at the same time.
With the light in this tunnel being so dim, plus the backlight, how could the other party see how many people were in their convoy at such a long distance, and even clearly know the number of children?
Could this person possibly have night vision?
"Search the cars." Ling Feng tilted his head.
Sang-hwa led people to check the vehicles behind one by one. This group of people was very cooperative, and several antiquated shotguns and pistols were all confiscated.
"Boss, there isn't much stuff." Guillermo ran back to report, "Some cans that are about to expire, and there isn't much Water left."
Ling Feng looked at this group of people with panic on their faces.
13 adults, and the camp construction happened to be short of hands.
I call the shots here, and there is only one rule.
Ling Feng looked at Karl, "Obey. If you can do it, you can get a bite to eat; if you can't, get lost early. Choose."
Karl looked at his teammates who got off the cars and gathered together in the rear.
Looking again at the defense lines and weapons at the bridgehead, he knew very well that finding shelter from such a team in this wasteland was simply a luxury.
"We are willing to stay and work! As long as you give us a bite to eat!" An old man with White hair walked out from an RV in the rear and shouted eagerly.
Karl also nodded and agreed.
Chapter 79: Refugees from the Fallen City!
Ling Feng turned and walked back.
"Drive the cars in, and arrange for them to settle in the outermost wooden cabins first."
Everything went smoothly, and this group of newly arrived refugees was led by Guillermo into the outer perimeter of the camp.
They were searched and checked for bite wounds, and after confirming safety, a little Water and compressed biscuits were distributed.
Night fell.
The bridgehead returned to silence.
Ling Feng sat on the sofa in his exclusive train head, looking at the few hunting guns he had just collected, and tossed them aside casually.
Maggie pushed the door open and walked in, holding a plate of steaming stir-fried noodles.
"The newcomers have been arranged. Karl knows a bit about car maintenance, which can just help us maintain that armored vehicle." Maggie put the noodles on the table.
"Mhm, assign them to the construction team tomorrow." Ling Feng picked up the fork.
Ling Feng leaned back on the sofa, finishing the stir-fried noodles on the plate in just a few bites.
The taste was very good.
This was the cooking of Maggie.
In the precarious wasteland world, being able to eat a piping hot stir-fried noodle with the aroma of grease was simply a pipe dream for ordinary survivors.
Maggie looked at him devouring his food, her eyes full of smiles, and handed over a cup of warm Water.
Ling Feng took the cup of Water and took a big gulp, pushed the empty plate to the edge of the table, and turned to walk out of the train head.
The night wind blew across the rusted rails, scattering most of the lingering smell of blood in the air.
Several bonfires were lit on the open space at the bridgehead, and the orange-yellow flames flickered constantly in the night.
Several children were laughing and playing around the empty ammunition boxes piled aside.
Among them were the four little ones who had just joined with the convoy of Karl today.
Children were like this; without as much defense and suspicion as adults, a piece of compressed biscuit, or just a simple game of chase, could quickly break down their barriers and make them close friends who talked about everything.
The sound of play traveled far across the empty viaduct, adding a rare vitality to this lifeless wasteland.
Ling Feng stood in place, looking over along both sides of the bridgehead.
The simple wooden cabins built with wooden boards and sheet metal beside the guardrails looked very compact at the moment.
The addition of these 17 newcomers instantly made the previously relatively spacious living area crowded.
Several newly arrived women were holding rags to wipe away dust in front of the wooden cabins, while the men gathered together, whispering about their experiences during the day.
The entire wooden cabin area was almost fully occupied.
Ling Feng silently calculated an account in his heart.
Now the total number of people in the entire camp, including the newcomers, had reached 73.
Excluding the elderly, women, and children, there were more than thirty young adults who could truly do heavy physical labor and hold guns to risk their lives.
This was already an armed force that absolutely could not be underestimated.
As long as Merle and Sang-hwa led them out for a few actual combat rounds to practice their marksmanship and courage properly.
Once this batch of people completely adapted to the rhythm of the wasteland, they could begin pushing forward the plan to clean up the town.
Occupying that European-style town with a moat would be more than enough to accommodate several thousand people.
As for that general who talked tough through the loudspeaker in the armory?
Ling Feng could not help sneering out loud.
He did not take the matter to heart at all.
That old fellow threatened him relying on the surveillance cameras in the prison, sounding full of confidence.
But in reality, that remnant of the the military hiding in the underground base wanted to cross provinces or even most of the territory to send troops over to make trouble, which was simply a fantasy.
In the world today, transportation was completely paralyzed.
The mountain-like abandoned vehicles on the outer highway and tens of millions of mutated monsters were the best natural barriers.
If that old thing dared to send out a motorcade, they would be exhausted to the last by the monsters halfway.
With so many crises along the way, it was simply not something a few armored vehicles could easily flatten.
Recalling his thoughts, Ling Feng took strides and walked toward the other side of the bridgehead.
This area was specially designated by the camp as the agricultural and animal husbandry zone.
In order to protect the hard-won food.
The outer perimeter was driven deep into the soil with sharpened thick wooden stakes as the base, the middle was completely nailed shut with thick wooden boards, and several barbed wire roadblocks were strung criss-cross on the outermost part.
While protecting against the wind, it was even more to guard against living people or monsters climbing up to ruin things.
Taking advantage of the faint moonlight.
One could see that in the enclosed fields, the planted vegetable seeds were growing gratifyingly, and even potato and corn seedlings had broken through the soil.
The wooden shed on the other side was even livelier.
This was the prey that Sang-hwa and Yongguk brought back from the mountain forest when they went out to look for wood during the day.
A few wild boar piglets and hares were whimpering and huddled in the hay pile.
There were even two egg-laying hens brought from somewhere unknown, penned in a separate fence, with a bowl of clean Water and broken rice next to them.
In this kind of world, being able to have sustainably productive animal and plant resources was definitely an invaluable treasure in the eyes of other teams.
As soon as Ling Feng approached the wooden fence, he heard an extremely faint rustling sound coming from the farmland.
He stopped in his tracks and looked over.
A stooped figure was squatting in the middle of two ridges of vegetable plots, holding a small rusted iron hoe, loosening the soil bit by bit for the newly sprouted vegetable seedlings.
That was an old man who had newly joined the camp following Karl during the day.
"Do not keep busy so late." Ling Feng leaned against the guardrail and spoke calmly.
The sudden voice startled the figure in the field, and the small iron hoe slipped directly from his hand and fell into the soil.
The old man suddenly stood straight up, and seeing it was Ling Feng, somewhat flusteredly wiped the mud on his hands against his rough trouser legs.
"Boss Ling..."
The old man appeared very cramped, with a hint of flattery in his tone, "It is just that I could not sleep, and a little bit of the soil-turning work assigned to me during the day is not finished yet, so I figured I should finish it quickly."
"Work can never be finished, and one night does not make a difference."
"No, no, having eaten and taken so much from the camp, if I do not finish the work, my heart will not feel at ease!"
The old man waved his hands repeatedly; people who were scared of hunger in this wasteland feared nothing more than being driven out of the sanctuary for losing their value.
"Try not to work at night, it is not very safe."
Ling Feng slowed down his tone and explained patiently.
"If there is light at night or any big commotion is made, the sound will carry with the wind and easily attract the zombies under the bridge. Hurry back and rest."
Hearing that it would attract zombies, the face of the old man instantly turned pale.
He hurriedly bent down to pick up the hoe on the ground.
"Okay, okay! I will finish this little bit left in my hands and go right back to sleep!"
Watching the old man squat back into the field and speed up his actions, with that stubborn posture of insisting on turning over that last bit of soil, Ling Feng shook his head speechlessly.
He could not be bothered to persuade him anymore.
He turned around and returned along the original path.
Walking to the edge of the wooden cabin area, he stopped in front of a wooden cabin lit with a hurricane lamp.
Karl was sitting on the wooden steps at the door, holding a rag, carefully wiping a self-defense short knife issued to him during the day.
Hearing footsteps, Karl immediately stopped his actions, stood straight, and greeted him.
"Boss Ling."
"Sit down and talk." Ling Feng found an empty gasoline drum next to him and sat down.
There were many people during the day, and it was dark in the tunnel; he had not had time to ask in detail about the fleeing process of this group of people yet.
"You said you broke through a horde of zombies to get here. Exactly how far is it from here?" Ling Feng went straight to the point.
The fingers of Karl holding the short knife tightened, and his complexion looked somewhat pale under the halo of the hurricane lamp.
"Boss Ling, we broke out of the city."
"The city?" Ling Feng asked, "What is the situation like?"
Karl gave a bitter smile, rubbed his face hard, and his tone was full of deep lingering fear.
"It has completely fallen."
"When the cataclysm first broke out, everyone thought that hiding in the room and waiting for the the military rescue would be enough. Who would have known that after the water and electricity were cut off, those monsters began to climb up the corridors and smash every door they saw."
Karl took a deep breath and continued speaking.
"The dozen or so of us lived in the same apartment building, and by welding the iron door of the fire escape shut, we barely managed to last for over a month."
"And then?"
"Later, the food was completely eaten up, and even the stagnant water in the sewers was gone. If we stayed hungry any longer, we would die."
The voice of Karl trembled slightly.
"There was no other way, we could only take a gamble, smashed open the door of the underground garage, found a few cars that could still start, and directly smashed through the guardrail of the community to rush onto the street."