I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 932 - 1021: Caught a Big Shot?

The warehouse here is pretty much emptied as well; anything left is stuff even Jing Shu doesn’t care for.

After instructing the insects to take the last batch of carpets, Jing Shu led the people and insects into the tunnel for escape.

Speaking of which, carpets are indeed a specialty here in the Middle East.

These carpets are not ordinary products; they’re woven from various animal hairs, making them exquisite and beautiful.

But the key point is, they’re expensive.

Normal Huaxia people might not understand, but to someone like Jing Shu from the borderlands of Wu City, she was quite familiar with these carpets, like in Kazakhstan and the Arab regions, where not only are carpets spread on the floor at home, but they’re also hung flamboyantly on the walls.

Each of these handmade carpets costs at least tens of thousands, and of course, given it’s the apocalypse, these things were almost molding in Hansi’s warehouse, so Jing Shu gladly accepted them all, taking them back to lay on the ground; it was incredibly comfortable to stand on the soft carpets.

After taking the last batch of goods, the insects hurried ahead, while Jing Shu and Old Zhou covered the rear. Yang Yang, who couldn’t fight, followed the insects first to coordinate the upcoming operation details.

Before long, other members of the bodyguard team returned, many with injuries and limping, and a few were carried back, looking quite severely injured, but at least they all made it back. Old Zhou breathed a sigh of relief:

"Everyone’s back, let’s go."

The Shandong Big Man, with the codename Juan Bing, was carrying a familiar figure and spoke in a Northeast accent: "We’ve nabbed a big shot, let’s hurry up and go. If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late. The brothers are really badly injured, and there are a lot of people up there, and loads of monsters too."

After everyone left, Jing Shu set up a few bombs at the entrance. Once they were over a hundred meters away, she detonated the bombs, and with a loud bang, the entire underground tunnel collapsed.

This move ensured they couldn’t be followed.

"Go, go, go, no time to explain, let’s get in the car!"

Of course, cars weren’t available; the best they had was the Hulk.

And since this tunnel was newly dug, the entrance wasn’t big enough for anyone to stand properly, naturally, everyone ended up lying like in a sleeper compartment, swallowed into the digging insect’s belly, moving around quickly as they rushed—because once this side was done, there was still another scene ahead.

They shouldn’t worry about whether the digging insect was dirty or not.

Fortunately, though, the digging insect, like a maggot, had a mouthpiece that worked from both ends—long and large, and it moved quickly through the tunnel.

"This is way too thrilling, isn’t it? Old Zhou, Captain Jing Shu, you seniors tell us first, how much did we get from the warehouse this time?"

Someone, restless inside the insect’s stomach, loudly inquired.

Jing Shu and Old Zhou sat comfortably in the Hulk-brand little train, inside not only were there cushy sofa chairs, but also a tea table, with snacks and milk tea on it.

Jing Shu chugged down an entire pot of milk tea before catching her breath and replied loudly: "This time was hugely worth it; we nearly cleared out the entire warehouse. Plus, we found some really good stuff; once we’re safe, we’ll talk more!"

Meanwhile, in the corner of the Hulk, two people sat awkwardly.

One was Shandong’s Juan Dabing, who was experiencing such a luxurious ride for the first time. The nearly two-meter-tall Big Man was curled up on a small stool, not daring to make any move, not even daring to touch the tea and snacks on the table.

He swallowed and seriously looked at Jing Shu for the first time; the group had a polarizing opinion on Captain Jing Shu—some thought she was great, mysterious, and generous, while others felt she was too flamboyant and didn’t match her strength.

After all, they were all elites selected nationally; why was everyone with abilities rated B or A, while someone like her without abilities was rated S? It seemed so unfair, didn’t it?

But as time passed, during this period of contact, everyone grew more and more in awe of Jing Shu.

Captain Jing Shu, a seemingly ordinary person with no abilities, but appeared to have all abilities and everything else too.

Especially after arriving in the Middle East, she demonstrated her formidable backing, able to clear out an entire military base in just one day.

He thought it was over, but unexpectedly now, he was sitting inside a monster, yet inside the monster’s belly, there was food, drinks, utilities, and various decorations; in this luxurious little space, it felt like another paradise.

While they were still thinking about how to eat better and have lots of money, Jing Shu already had everything and was enjoying life.

Captain Jing Shu, what else could she possibly not have?

Of course, why was Juan Dabing sitting on this little train? Naturally, it was because he was carrying an old acquaintance—Mama Has’s good brother, the fierce-looking man with a prosthetic leg.

At this time, Jie sat silently in the corner too, his eyes filled with complexity and shock.

Old Zhou, enjoying his milk tea, slowly spoke to Jie: "So, tell us, what’s going on, why blow up the hotel and try to kill all of us just for the supplies on those 2,000-plus cargo ships at the dock?"

Like Mama Has, Jie also spoke Huaxia language.

At this moment, he let out a bitter laugh, not answering Old Zhou’s question, but instead asking: "So, after seeing your familiar criminal methods and tactics, you’re not here from Huaxia to do business, but to rob, right? Hansi’s warehouse has almost been emptied when I arrived earlier.

Oh, and the stuff missing from Masi’s side, that’s you too, right? I kept saying, Mama Has was foolish to praise you as incredibly gullible fat sheep; I just didn’t believe it because Huaxia people never make unprofitable deals."

Old Zhou and Jing Shu smiled without saying a word as they drank their tea, quietly watching Jie.

Jie sighed and finally spoke: "Alright, I’m not someone with a limited view either. Hansi is originally a commercial capital; if the reputation is ruined, the city is destroyed. In fact, I was kidnapped; Hansi had been controlled by another mysterious group with a lot of special ability users over a month ago. They easily took over all my armed forces.

And just now, I was actually intentionally captured; I figured rather than being controlled to death by these people, I might as well make a deal with you Huaxia people.

I’ll buy my life, and you’ll get a load of supplies for free."

Old Zhou said nothing, while Jing Shu raised an eyebrow, making a mocking noise and then teasingly asking: "You do have a clear view of reality, knowing that appeals are useless and only benefits can move us. However—isn’t there something you got wrong?

We’ve already taken all the stuff from the warehouse; when we head to the dock, we won’t take what’s owned by others, only what your armed forces have seized, and it’s enough to take one batch and leave, given that we can’t carry too much.

So, what else do you have that can persuade us?"