Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

The soldiers standing guard outside the base panicked, frantically reaching for their communication devices to contact the command center. But Yang Xinxin had already cut the power, leaving the entire base in chaos; none of them could get through.

At that moment, a snow vehicle approached from the distance, stopping at the base’s entrance as three figures charged out.

“Attack!”

Zhang Yi’s eyes were filled with killing intent as he raised his gun and started shooting.

In just thirty seconds, all the soldiers guarding the entrance were taken down. Even elite soldiers were no match for Superhumans.

Ahead of them lay the main gate of West Hill Base.

“Now, it’s up to Liang Yue!” Zhang Yi said, his gaze steady and focused.

…

Inside the Fourth Life Pod.

After the missile strike, the entire pod shook violently.

Students huddled in a corner screamed and clung to each other in terror. Only now did Liang Yue understand what Zhang Yi meant by a “disturbance.”

Luckily, the underground shelter had been constructed to withstand such impacts, and although the tremors were severe, there was no sign of collapse.

Liang Yue and her students were prepared, so they weren’t injured in the chaos. However, others in the Fourth Life Pod weren’t as fortunate.

Some had already gone to bed and were thrown off, their beds collapsing on top of them, causing severe injuries. Others working late pedaling on exercise bikes for power fell off, yelling in fright without anywhere to hide.

There were cries everywhere.

Desperate screams filled the air.

Suddenly, the entire shelter went dark.

Without hesitation, Liang Yue grabbed a female student. “Go! Follow me out of here! Move, quickly!”

There was no time to explain—every second counted!

If the West Hill Base restored power and regained control, they’d lose any chance of escape.

Using her phone as a flashlight, Liang Yue led the students, running at the front. Behind her, they held hands, following the light through the chaotic crowd, eyes fixed on the small beacon of hope.

At the doorway, Liang Yue used all her strength to open the heavy, dark green metal door.

Inside was chaos, and outside wasn’t much better.

The Third Life Pod housed many soldiers, though not all of them were highly trained.

Caught off guard, the soldiers didn’t dare to act hastily since no orders had reached them yet.

Liang Yue and her students rushed out, prompting others to surge forward, thinking they could escape death only by getting out.

The sudden chaos left the soldiers stunned.

They shouted, aiming their guns at the crowd: “Get back! No one’s allowed to leave, or we’ll open fire!”

“Return, all of you! Stop coming out!”

About a dozen soldiers held rifles, shouting orders. But no matter how loud they yelled, they couldn’t drown out the terrified screams filling the base.

The Third Life Pod was in turmoil itself, and the soldiers hesitated to shoot in the dark, fearing stray bullets might hit their own.

Even more concerning, if the Fourth Life Pod’s thousands of inhabitants charged en masse, they’d be overwhelmed.

Seeing the chaos, Liang Yue thought, *This is our chance!*

She had memorized the escape route, so she led her students forward, each holding hands and firmly following her direction, unlike the panicked crowd scattering aimlessly.

Soon, they exited the Fourth Life Pod, moving through the underground passage.

Not long after, the sound of rapid gunfire and bloodcurdling screams echoed, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. They realized the soldiers had started shooting!

Many might be killed in such disarray, but they couldn’t let that stop them. Escaping West Hill Base was their only priority.

“Don’t look back, keep moving forward!” Liang Yue whispered, urging them on.

She held her phone ahead, lighting the way, her other hand gripping her sword hilt tightly, embodying a fierce resolve like Liberty Leading the People.

About a dozen students followed closely behind, not daring to stray.

However, they still had several corridors to cross before reaching the escape tunnel. Speed was crucial.

Liang Yue knew that with its military might, West Hill Base could easily suppress this level of unrest. She stayed on guard, ready to fight at any moment.

Rounding a corner, two armed soldiers appeared ahead. Although the lighting was chaotic, yellow glow sticks provided visibility on the walls.

When the soldiers saw Liang Yue leading a group of students, they immediately raised their guns.

“No one’s allowed through without orders. Go back!”

Without a word, Liang Yue summoned her blue Superhuman energy, which began swirling like smoke around her right hand.

*Clang!*

In a flash of blue light, the soldiers felt a sudden chill around their necks. Their guns fell in two, along with their throats.

Blood sprayed like a gust of wind as the soldiers clutched their necks, collapsing in despair.

“Move!” Liang Yue urged the students forward.

The soldiers’ presence confirmed that West Hill Base’s leaders were trying to restore order. If they delayed any longer, more soldiers would arrive.

If she encountered the Special Forces, Liang Yue couldn’t guarantee she could get all her students out safely.

The group ran forward, panting heavily.

To reach the ground, they’d have to climb a staircase over a hundred meters high—a daunting task even for the fit, but they had no other choice.

Though there was an elevator for the Special Forces and high-ranking officials, access was restricted to Chen Xinian.

Liang Yue led her students toward the escape route.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared ahead.

Excited smiles broke out on the students’ faces.

“We’ve reached the exit!”

But Liang Yue abruptly halted, blocking the students.

“Stop!”

The light above flickered and then settled on Liang Yue’s face.

Liang Yue shielded her eyes, and then she heard the familiar sound of high heels.

“Miss Liang, I guess my warnings meant nothing to you,” Ge Rou said icily.

Only then did the group realize it wasn’t the exit ahead but a line of over thirty heavily armed, stern-faced Special Forces Team members.

“The Leader is wise; he knew someone would attempt to escape in the chaos.”

“You aren’t the first group to try, and you won’t be the last. But your fate will be the same.”

Ge Rou adjusted her glasses, a mocking smile on her face.

“You’ll become rations!”

At the mention of “rations,” the students turned pale.

*Does that mean the food we ate… contained…*

Some started retching, but nausea was the least of their worries now. Survival was paramount, yet escape seemed impossible with such a force in their path.

So close to freedom, their hopes were brutally shattered.

Ge Rou stood with arms crossed, looking down at them coldly.

Behind her, thirty soldiers aimed their loaded guns at the students, completely blocking their escape.

Liang Yue felt a chill in her heart, nearly sinking into despair.

Alone, she could easily break through, but with her students, it was impossible.

If they engaged, the students would be torn apart by the concentrated gunfire.

Ge Rou sneered, “Why sacrifice yourself for these worthless test subjects?”

“West Hill Base doesn’t tolerate betrayal!”

Liang Yue raised her hand. “Wait! Maybe we can talk this over.”

Ge Rou’s tone turned frigid. “There’s nothing to discuss! Even with your potential as a Superhuman, a traitor is a traitor, and traitors must die.”

Ge Rou slowly raised her right hand, preparing to signal.

But just then, a soldier beside her collapsed.

Ge Rou’s eyes widened as she noticed a small hole in his helmet, one that standard bulletproof helmets couldn’t stop against a sniper shot.

Behind them, the main gate of West Hill Base swung open.

Zhang Yi and his team appeared, sniper rifles in hand, taking out soldiers one by one!

Terrified, Ge Rou screamed, diving for cover as she ordered the soldiers to return fire.

In seconds, gunfire filled the narrow passageway, bullets creating a deadly crossfire.

Liang Yue urged her students to take cover against the wall.

Drawing her Tang Sword, she charged at the soldiers for close combat.

She knew Zhang Yi’s team had arrived for backup.

With this support, Liang Yue felt a surge of confidence as the three forces clashed in the confined corridor.

West Hill Base’s soldiers, trapped between Zhang Yi’s team and Liang Yue’s sword, couldn’t match their strength.

In both close and long-range combat, the soldiers were completely outmatched.

Zhang Yi’s Dimensional Gate allowed them to strike unimpeded, and Liang Yue’s sword cut through anyone in close quarters.

The brief yet brutal battle left the corridor littered with body parts and blood flowing down the staircase like a river.

Liang Yue looked up and met Zhang Yi’s gaze.

For the first time, she looked at him with genuine gratitude.

“Thank you for the support,” Liang Yue said sincerely.

“No problem. It’s what you deserve,” Zhang Yi replied.

If Liang Yue hadn’t served as an informant inside West Hill Base, Zhang Yi wouldn’t have had the chance to attack the base.

“Get them out quickly; every second counts,” Zhang Yi urged.

Liang Yue nodded, gathering her shaken students.

As they moved forward, she spotted Ge Rou cowering in a corner.

The once-high-and-mighty secretary now looked as if she wished she could curl up and disappear.

But physics didn’t grant her such a mercy.

Liang Yue glared at her. “Ge Rou, you’re the one who sent my students to their deaths, weren’t you?”

Terror was etched on Ge Rou’s face, this once-proud woman so

frightened she had wet herself.

“No! I’m just a secretary! It was the Leader’s orders,” she pleaded.

Ye Xiaotian stepped forward, hatred in his eyes. His experience in human experiments had scarred him deeply, making him wish for death countless times.

Without a word, he pulled out a knife, stabbing it into Ge Rou’s throat and slicing it open.

Blood gushed out as Ge Rou clutched her neck, collapsing to the ground and lying still after a few desperate twitches.

Author\'s Note