Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Everything had been going smoothly, and they were just one step away from detonating the explosives against Zhang Yi's shelter. But then someone suddenly told him that the explosives had vanished into thin air!

"What kind of joke is this?" Ling Feng snapped.

"How could the explosives just disappear? Did Zhang Yi steal them?" he asked through gritted teeth. A single failure was infuriating, but it wasn't the most terrifying part—West Hill Base had no shortage of weapons and ammunition. They had brought enough explosives for another attempt. The key was understanding the cause of the failure.

The demolition team replied, "Impossible! That was 500 kilograms of explosives; he couldn't have moved them that quickly. And even if he had, the explosives were rigged with detonators. As long as you press the button, they should explode!"

"But now, there's no response at all. I… I don't know what's going on."

"This is bizarre—truly bizarre!" The demolition soldiers, who had worked on numerous high-risk demolition projects over the years, had never encountered such a mind-boggling situation.

Ling Feng asked, "Could you have set them in the wrong location? Go and search the entire perimeter of the shelter again!"

"We've searched everywhere. Such a conspicuous target couldn't have just disappeared."

Ling Feng was at his wit's end, his brow furrowed in frustration.

"This is beyond strange, right? It seems Zhang Yi is using some kind of power that makes the explosives undetonable."

"Based on preliminary analysis, his ability appears to be a spatial power. That would explain everything—he moved the explosives into another space, so when I press the switch, the detonator signal can't reach them, and they don't explode."

Ling Feng quickly deduced Zhang Yi's power. However, knowing was one thing; solving the problem was an entirely different challenge.

They needed to bring the explosives close to the shelter and detonate them remotely. But once they had transported the explosives, Zhang Yi could just take them away.

"What if we tried long-range attacks, like missiles?"

Forget it—Tianhai City didn't have the authority to launch missiles against Zhang Yi's shelter. Plus, Ling Feng had no idea if Zhang Yi's spatial ability could absorb missiles as well.

"If his ability really works like that, this is going to be a tough battle!" Ling Feng thought, a shadow of doubt creeping into his heart. He realized this was far more complicated than he had initially imagined.

Although they hadn't encountered much direct resistance from Zhang Yi, even managing to easily detonate the bombs he had set outside the shelter, his greatest strength wasn't his offensive capabilities—it was his defensive prowess.

A nearly indestructible shelter and a monstrous spatial ability that could absorb almost any form of attack.

How were they supposed to deal with that?

This was a century-old dilemma that now lay before Ling Feng.

Behind him, Shi Dayong, built like a bear, approached and said, "Captain, I have an idea. Since our explosives keep getting taken, why not just use artillery?"

Ling Feng looked at Shi Dayong's rough face and tilted his head in response. "Let me ask you, do we have any large-caliber artillery at hand? Can you carry one over here?"

Shi Dayong replied, "Rocket launchers could work too. Even if it's slow, as long as we keep attacking one spot, we'll eventually break through!"

"We have plenty of time to wear him down. The leader already said that taking down Zhang Yi's shelter is worth any amount of time and ammunition!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, exasperated by the stubbornness of the man before him, and turned away without responding.

Zheng Xuerong, standing nearby, scoffed and approached Shi Dayong. "First of all, how long do you think it would take to breach walls this thick with a rocket launcher?"

"Didn't Shen Hong say before? Regular weapons are ineffective against him. I suspect everything just gets moved into another space."

She couldn't help but frown. "What a terrifying ability! His defensive capabilities are nearly invincible."

Shi Dayong argued, "Then we'll just attack from all sides! He's only one person; he can't defend every angle, right?"

Zheng Xuerong rolled her eyes.

"You think this place is just a regular concrete structure? If it were that easy to break through, would we need to bring in all this equipment and a ton of explosives?"

Fragmented attacks wouldn't work against the shelter, and even with West Hill Base's ample ammunition, they couldn't afford to waste so much firepower.

Only Liang Yue, standing quietly at the back with her Tang sword, looked on with a flicker of admiration in her eyes.

"Zhang Yi, I never thought you'd have such strength!" she mused, her expectations of him growing. However, thinking about how her beloved Loong Roar Sword had been taken by Zhang Yi made her grit her teeth.

Ling Feng, now fully aware of the difficulties Zhang Yi posed, knew he couldn't afford to underestimate him any further. He called over the demolition team to discuss new ways to breach the shelter.

"We still have 500 kilograms of explosives left. That means we have only one more chance!"

"We must think carefully about how to break this iron fortress!"

The demolition team, already frustrated by Zhang Yi's ability to absorb their explosives, reluctantly considered their options.

"To breach the shelter, remote detonation is the best method. But there's one exception... manual detonation."

One of the soldiers suggested this approach, which caused the entire group to fall silent.

Manual detonation of 500 kilograms of explosives? The person doing it wouldn't just die—they'd be vaporized on the spot, reduced to nothing but ashes.

Ling Feng looked at the soldier coldly. "I won't send my men to their deaths."

The group remained silent. Sacrificing one person might be enough to breach the shelter, but who would volunteer for such a grim task?

West Hill was just a militant organization. Everyone there was only united by the goal of survival. Dying to defend one's country was one thing, but dying to attack a private residence? No one wanted that.

Ling Feng continued, "And even if we sent someone, Zhang Yi could still absorb the explosives. Sending too many would lead to massive losses. Sending too few wouldn't stand a chance. We're dealing with a powerful enemy!"

"This plan is off the table. We need to think of something else!"

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