Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 518: The Entire City Mobilizes

Chapter 518: The Entire City Mobilizes

Bian Junwu ended the call, his expression unreadable.

Xiao Honglian couldn’t tell what the response had been, so she anxiously asked, "What did Jiangnan District say? When are the missiles arriving?"

She had pinned all her hopes on reinforcements from Jiangnan District.

Bian Junwu glanced at her and replied coldly, "Headquarters said the zombie numbers are too overwhelming. So they’ve decided to deploy Death from Above to eliminate them."

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone around them widened their eyes in shock.

"What?!"

Death from Above—also known as the Doomsday Weapon—was a forbidden technology from before the apocalypse.

Its destructive power was beyond comprehension, but it left the land uninhabitable for decades due to intense radiation.

Even those who survived the initial blast would eventually die from radiation exposure.

Even if they remained safely hidden in the underground shelter, they would never be able to return to the surface.

"This is insane! They’re just sentencing us to death underground!"

Xiao Honglian’s face twisted in fury as she shouted.

But Bian Junwu remained calm.

"Getting angry won’t change anything. We have to find a way to clear the zombies, or we’ll just be waiting here until our supplies run out."

He raised his wrist, revealing a golden Rolex watch.

"Time until Death from Above arrives: 23 hours, 58 minutes."

Xiao Honglian’s rage didn’t affect him at all.

If anger could solve the problem, he’d be angrier than anyone.

Xiao Honglian quickly realized that now wasn’t the time to argue about right or wrong. They had to work together and solve the crisis.

Bian Junwu turned to her. "I need you to hand over all shelter data immediately—especially details on weapon systems."

Then, he looked at Meng Siyu. "Xiaoyu, inform all the other factions about this situation—exactly as it is."

"They need to understand that if they don’t give it their all this time, we’re all doomed."

Pushing up his tinted aviators, he added, "Also, make sure they know—anyone who tries to abandon the fight will be hunted down by Jiangnan District without end."

Meng Siyu nodded.

"Understood!"

She knew how critical every bit of combat power was now.

They needed to drag Zhang Yi, Xing Tian, Wei Dinghai, and even the Followers of the Snow God into this battle.

Xiao Honglian took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.

Right now, she had no choice but to trust Bian Junwu.

She called over Zhuge Qingtian. "Hand over all our data to him."

Zhuge Qingtian’s face was grim, but he gave a nod and went off to retrieve the shelter’s classified documents.

Meanwhile, the major factions were all rushing toward Yangsheng Base.

But they moved cautiously, avoiding any unexpected encounters with the zombie horde.

Everyone had different motives, but one thing was universal—nobody wanted to die.

Zheng Yixian, however, was in a more complicated position than the others.

After all, this disaster was his doing.

And now, the situation had spiraled out of control.

The Followers of the Snow God didn’t have a perfect solution to this crisis either.

Controlling the horde through the Blood Vine and the Zombie King was a slow and difficult process.

Even if he could send commands, they had to be kept simple, or the Zombie King wouldn’t understand them.

And making the zombies retreat too suddenly would look suspicious to the other factions.

As Zheng Yixian hesitated, he received a message from Meng Siyu.

After reading it, his face twitched involuntarily.

"Death from Above."

It was here. The thing he feared the most.

Jiangnan District, with its overwhelming military power, could erase them all in an instant.

"Dmn it!"*

For the first time, the usually composed Zheng Yixian lost his cool, slamming his fist into the side of the vehicle.

"This can’t happen! 24 hours… how do I make sure the investigation team doesn’t die without making it look suspicious?"

His eyes gleamed sharply, as if ready to kill.

He, too, was caught in a desperate dilemma.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yi’s convoy sped toward Yangsheng Base from Lu River District.

He also received Meng Siyu’s message.

At first, he was surprised.

Then, he laughed.

Unlike the others, he wasn’t afraid of Death from Above.

If anything, this development fit right into his plans.

Though it wasn’t exactly what he had predicted, the overall direction remained unchanged.

In fact, Death from Above had accelerated everything.

"The Followers of the Snow God should be the ones panicking the most," Zhang Yi smirked.

"They must have ways to manipulate the zombie horde—so they can’t

"Which means… they’ll have no choice but to abandon their precious zombie army. And this horde is probably the bulk of their forces!"

"If we wipe them out, they won’t be able to create another massive army anytime soon."

"That’ll be our chance to take them down for good!"

"But still…"

Zhang Yi looked up at the sky.

For a brief moment, he seemed to see the figure of Death itself—a cloaked reaper, scythe in hand, descending to erase everything.

"It’s still terrifying."

His combat suit had some radiation resistance, enough to survive brief exposure to low-level radiation.

But he needed a worst-case scenario plan.

Spatial storage wasn’t meant for living beings, but in short bursts, it could serve as temporary shelter.

He had tested it himself—he could last about a minute inside.

If he detected Death from Above falling, he could use it to escape the initial impact.

It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was something.

The key was to make sure they weren’t at ground zero when it landed.

Taking out his satellite phone, Zhang Yi sent a message to Zhou Ke’er and the others still in the shelter.

"Get to the third basement level. Now. Tianhai City might be hit."

He also relayed the information to everyone in the vehicle.

The atmosphere turned deathly serious.

Even though they were all Superhumans, against Death from Above, they were no different from ordinary people. They would all die.

"So we have 24 hours to solve this, huh?"

Uncle You sighed heavily, his face grim.

"How the hell are we supposed to deal with hundreds of thousands of zombies in 24 hours? Hell, even if they were pigs, we wouldn’t be able to catch them all in time!"

Author's Note