Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 199: The Disbandment of the Nether Bone Gang

Being underground made them lose all sense of time. The sunset came too quickly.

Though the tunnels had collapsed, some of the smaller ants managed to slip through the cracks and swarmed the train station, attacking the remaining Nether Bone Gang members.

These ants were injured, but perhaps due to the Ant Queen's fury, they were more aggressive than usual.

It was pure chaos.

It would have been easy to exterminate these ants, but the night had fallen, and it was hard to see them.

"Ants! Ants! Everyone, kill them!" came the panicked shout.

Ratatata.

"Where's Boss? Has anyone seen Boss?"

"There are too many of them!"

A wiry man with sharp features and a permanently hunched posture stood guard at the station master's room, where the laboratory was located. He was in charge in the absence of his boss, Mingsi.

He was the one who had informed Mingsi earlier about the appearance of the ant tunnels.

It was Ratfaced Gun. His nickname came from his rodent-like appearance. It was the same person Big Fang had mentioned in his confession.

Since Mingsi had gone to inspect the tunnels, Ratfaced Gun had remained in the room, guarding the lab.

Zhang Xin's ears were filled with the pleas of prisoners toward this man.

"Brother Gun! I've helped you with small things before. Can't you let me go for the sake of those favors?"

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Ratfaced Gun laughed, amused. "Are you dumb? If I let you escape, my neck will be on the line. But don't worry, I'll burn paper money for you," he taunted.

"You bastard, you're as rotten as Mingsi! I hope the two of you suffer worse!" a prisoner shouted.

Ratfaced Gun threw a dagger at the cell. "Shut up! You'll end up as a dry corpse anyway, so act like one!"

The man pleading fell silent, his mouth clamped shut as the dagger narrowly missed.

Knock—

The smile on Ratfaced Gun's lips widened. "It seems like Boss is back. I'll make sure to report what you said to him. Ha ha ha!" He turned the knob and looked at the door.

"Who are you?" Ratfaced Gun exclaimed, dumbfounded.

The answer came in the form of a fist.

The prisoners watched in stunned silence as Ratfaced Gun collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. Unfamiliar figures entered the room.

Zhang Xin was just as surprised. What are they doing here?

The people on the other side were equally shocked.

"Uncle Zhang? How did you end up here?"

Outside, the others fell back. They were only united by mutual interests, with no loyalty to speak of. When they saw that the situation had turned bad and their boss was gone, they immediately shifted focus—prioritizing stealing the remaining supplies, vehicles, and weapons before fleeing.

They also targeted the station master's room in hopes of finding Mingsi's medicine, but when they arrived, the room was already empty.

These people gave up and fled.

From a distance, Nanzhi and the others watched as the lair of the Nether Bone Gang was destroyed overnight.

The ants' exoskeletons were slightly heat-insulated, but their faint heat signatures could still be tracked by night vision goggles.

After the ants sensed no living beings around, they retreated in a specific direction.

Nanzhi made a mental note of the direction they retreated.

She had already rummaged through the station master's room, finding alien beast corpses, human corpses, and laboratory materials.

Without a doubt, these were tools used to create the power-boost serum.

A pity, though…

Nanzhi couldn't find any notes or even a single semi-finished serum. Perhaps Mingsi didn't trust anyone, so whenever he left, he stored anything important in his inventory if he had one.

It was a misjudgment on her part.

But if she were in the place of that mysterious black wisp, if something really important were in the inventory, it would likely go for a kill the moment she asked for Mingsi's inventory.

Since fighting in the evening would put them at a disadvantage, they decided to leave first and find a safe place to camp.

"Is there any way to open Mingsi's inventory?"

[That is impossible. Just as your Game Lobby is an independent space, so too is every other player's inventory.]

She had hoped, but this was within her expectations.

The issue bothering her now was how to locate the other players as soon as possible. If Mingsi could develop a power-boost serum in just a month, what would the others do if given more time?

But it wasn't her style to fret. She knew that worrying never brought any good.

Zhang Xin was indebted to Nanzhi's group. He shared everything he had seen in the room, including how a red-eyed man had turned a person into a dried corpse.

His testimony matched that of Ratfaced Gun. The man's stubbornness was as fragile as a matchstick—he confessed under a single punch.

An experiment involving humans. Nanzhi was extremely sensitive to such things, and it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

It was the same for the rest.

Ratfaced Gun met the same fate as his boss.

Even if Nanzhi hadn't done it, the man would have still been dead. The prisoners were more than ready to pounce.

"...so that's how I ended up in that place. I was careless," Zhang Xin sighed. "Seems like whenever we meet, either I or my family ends up in trouble. I owe you another one." He still hadn't paid off the previous debt, and now another had stacked on top. "I know you probably aren't lacking in supplies, but if you ever need help building or repairing a house, you can come to me. I'm the right guy. Miss Nanzhi can vouch for my work. I used to renovate her unit."

Zhang Xin clasped the back of his head and laughed lightly.

"Oh, Uncle, you know Sister Nanzhi?"

"Well...only a little. The first time I met her, I almost thought she was a robot. Her responses were short and direct, and she hardly ever showed any facial expressions." Zhang Xin was a straightforward man and spoke bluntly.

"Look at my mouth. I'm sorry for being so blunt. I didn't mean to offend anyone. But I'm glad to see that she's much better now." At that time, Zhang Xin had been out of a job, and Nanzhi's work had come just in time. Though she was the least enthusiastic of all his employers, she was never stingy. She paid on time and even gave bonuses, which had made him pay closer attention to her.