The Beginning of Natural Disaster, I Won by Hoarding Tens of Billions of Supplies

Chapter 604: Kickass Death Metal Rock

The camp still had over 600 people left, but the special salvage team couldn’t risk taking out the transport ships to bring them back. 

With 600 pairs of eyes watching, how could they explain lifting the Fire Seed Containers? Besides, the route was too long, and sailing the transport ship all the way back was far too risky. 

The special salvage team couldn’t afford that risk. 

Xu Kaitai’s nuclear submarine could carry people, with a standard capacity of 160, but they managed to cram over 600 aboard… 

Now it was time for Jiang Ning and the others to have a meeting. 

The wasteland was too far from Fengcheng, and splitting the transport wasn’t realistic. Sailing the transport ships would expose their secrets, and the long journey was just too dangerous. 

The only option was to seize a nuclear submarine from the Americans military port. 

This is just like the God of Longevity trying to hang himself—clearly asking for trouble. 

In the end, they decided to risk it and head back in the nuclear submarine. 

Jiang Ning didn’t object. If they ran into an unavoidable storm, they could just hide in space, but they couldn’t let the survivors in the camp find out. All observation windows had to be closed in advance. 

With the return plan set, it was time to come up with the rescue strategy. 

There were more than 50 American soldiers stationed at the oil field, armed with pistols, submachine guns, grenades, explosives, an armored vehicle, and several trucks. 

Overall, the oil field was well-equipped with weapons. 

A direct assault was risky—if they set the oil storage tanks on fire, it would cause a massive explosion, and no one would benefit from that. 

Jiang Ning paused and asked, “Do they have armored vehicles like ours?” 

Zheng Weili nodded, “They have something similar. It should be standard equipment from their main base. They’ve been to the oil field station, but their vehicles aren’t as new as yours.” 

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have mistaken Jiang Ning’s group for the Americans. 

A direct attack was out. They’d first send a small team to neutralize key guards, then conduct a coordinated strike. 

Zhang Chao and Lu Yu were both injured and couldn’t participate in the battle. 

Huo Yishen asked Zheng Weili to select 100 skilled people, with 10 handling the main attack, while the rest would be on standby for support. 

The others were to split into two groups to retreat. One group would head to the camp’s submarine by the bay, and once aboard, they’d head toward Fengcheng. 

The second group would move toward the nuclear submarine’s location, where they’d join Xu Kaitai and the others to leave together. 

Zheng Weili and the team discussed the details of the retreat, then began organizing the survivors. 

There were several hundred people, plus others who were out scavenging for supplies. It wasn’t like they could all evacuate instantly. 

They spent the whole day working, and by the time the sun set, all the survivors were evacuated, leaving around 100 behind. 

Zhang Chao and Lu Yu had to leave, even though they were reluctant. 

Since the disaster began, the three of them had stuck together and never been separated. Besides, Ding Qi was still in the concentration camp. 

Lu Yu said firmly, “Lili, I’d rather die than leave you.” 

He wasn’t joking—without strong willpower, not everyone could survive a disaster like this. 

Lu Yu had often asked himself: what was the reason to keep going? 

He had no family. He didn’t know who his parents were since birth, and he had very few friends he respected. 

The only reason he was still alive was because of Zheng Weili. Despite her loud and fiery personality, she was actually simple-hearted and afraid of loneliness. She had always treated him with sincere kindness. 

If she were to pass away, what would he do then? 

It had been more than ten years. Though they never got an official marriage certificate, they had long considered each other as their only family. 

He was afraid of parting, afraid of never seeing her again. 

Zhang Chao also refused to leave—he wanted to wait for Ding Qi. 

In the end, Zheng Weili couldn’t say no, “Alright, if we die, we die together.” 

The three of them stood on the high ground in the wasteland, watching as the retreating team got smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight, and they couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. 

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning and the others weren’t idle—they were all busy disguising themselves. 

Their ethnic differences and facial features are quite distinct, so they can only try to make up for it with Eastern dark arts. 

After disguising for a while, there was indeed some resemblance. 

Huang Mao came from a good family background. His parents invested a lot in his language training, and he not only learned four foreign languages but could speak with a perfect American accent. 

His family planned to turn him into an elite, but to their surprise, he rebelled and joined the military. He even passed the selection for the special forces. 

His rebellious choice meant he never got the chance to spend time with his parents again. 

At first, he was filled with guilt and sadness, but later, he was just relieved they left early and didn’t have to suffer through the hardships that came later. 

The extreme cold takes them, falling into a sleep from which they don’t awaken, without any pain. 

Everyone else added a few more layers of clothing, their strong, muscular bodies clearly showing. They had that American style. 

But Jiang Ning somehow managed to get her hands on some colored contacts, and though they made her eyes feel uncomfortable, she had to deal with it for the sake of the effect. 

Zheng Weili, familiar with the distribution of the oil fields, and Ding Qi had secretly gathered intel. They knew the patrols’ schedules, shift changes, and all the details about the enemy’s routine. 

The oil field had three levels of guard posts. They saw some lights moving quickly in the distance and immediately became alert. 

Using binoculars, they saw two moving American-style armored vehicles. 

Just from the vehicles, the wild speed of the driving, and the personalized route, it was clear that they were their own people. 

But why were they coming out here at night? 

The wind and sand were even stronger at night, howling by their ears and dust drilling into their noses. 

It was truly terrible. 

The vehicles were getting closer, and the guards stayed alert. 

Soon, the two armored vehicles reached the first checkpoint. 

Huang Mao, sitting in the driver’s seat, casually held a cigarette in his mouth and said, “Hey…” 

As the window rolled down, the harsh sounds of death metal rock blasted out, followed by the strong smell of smoke and alcohol. 

Inside the car, men and women were shaking their heads and swaying their bodies like they were on drugs. 

Huang Mao poked his head out, speaking arrogantly, “We’re the special forces sent from headquarters to deal with those troublemaking Chinese people…” 

He grumbled while saying this, cursing the stationed troops for being useless, unable to even handle a bunch of shrimp soldiers, forcing them to be sent from headquarters, ruining his weekend plans. 

The guards hadn’t heard that reinforcements were coming, but these people looked Western, with the same rebellious, rude attitude as the ones who had been here before. 

He did his job and ordered them to get out of the car for a search. 

“What are we being checked for?” the soldiers grumbled, “Are you checking what weapons we’re carrying?” 

They cursed but still got out of the vehicles. 

Despite the smoking and drinking, these special forces were armed to the teeth. 

Military boots with knives, pistols, submachine guns, grenades… 

Even the trunk had explosives and flamethrowers, all genuine American-style gear. 

“Hey, man…” 

They shoved the two guards aside, giving them a variety of colorful insults. 

Huang Mao pulled out his ID and a stack of papers, waving them in front of their faces while muttering curses, looking irritated and impatient. 

With a higher rank and more weapons than the guards, and his cursing skills on point, it felt like they could blow their heads off at any moment. 

In the end, the guards, gritting their teeth, let them pass. 

The headquarters people were tough, and the previous ones were just a joke; they couldn’t afford to offend them! 

The two armored vehicles continued forward. 

The second checkpoint could see the first one, but the two armored vehicles were so eye-catching that all the guards’ attention was focused on them. 

A moment later, the guard’s binoculars shifted back to the first checkpoint. Seeing nothing unusual, they continued watching the armored vehicles. 

What they didn’t know was that the four guards at the first checkpoint were already lying in a pool of blood.