Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 155: Cloud Manor 101

Zhang Yi remained unaware that he was being targeted. His mind was intensely focused on the impending life-and-death showdown.

Before long, they arrived near Cloud Manor 101. From a distance, Zhang Yi could already see it.

If Cloud Manor was a luxurious city for the rich, then Cloud Manor 101 was the palace.

It was a black luxury villa constructed from unknown materials. Although the exterior paint made it look similar to other villas, the metallic texture was unmistakable. Covered in snow, it looked majestic and luxurious, reminiscent of a Nordic castle in the snow.

Though it appeared to be only two stories high, it was nearly twenty meters tall, with steps rising two to three meters above the snow.

As soon as Zhang Yi arrived, he opened a portal to his spatial space in front of him.

This portal was invisible and intangible, a two-dimensional plane without thickness. Anything attacking Zhang Yi would pass through it into another space. While he hadn't figured out how to use it offensively, its defensive and counterattack capabilities were maxed out, suiting Zhang Yi's cautious approach.

Although Xu Hao had assured him there were no heavy weapons in the shelter, Zhang Yi chose to trust himself.

Zhang Yi pushed Xu Hao forward, making him stumble, then pointed a gun at his head. "This is the shelter you mentioned? Go open the door!"

Xu Hao looked up at the black metal door and shouted, "Wait a moment, I'll open it for you."

Inside the villa's control room, a man in a yellow silk robe watched the surveillance feed intently. This was the famous Chinese tycoon Wang Siming.

Seeing Xu Hao give a signal, Wang Siming remained unmoved, not pressing the button to open the door.

Though they had agreed to meet tomorrow, Zhang Yi's arrival today caught him off guard. He hadn't had time to prepare everything, and he didn't see the snowmobile he coveted.

Despite having food and women in the shelter, Wang Siming, who valued freedom above all, longed to leave and breathe the free air outside.

"Where’s the snowmobile?" Wang Siming frowned in dissatisfaction. So he continued to watch silently, not opening the door.

Xu Hao pretended to unlock the door with a retinal scanner, which was obviously ineffective.

Growing impatient, Zhang Yi aimed the gun at Xu Hao's head, "You bastard! Trying to trick me? Believe me, I’ll shoot you right now!"

Panicking, Xu Hao pleaded, "Don't shoot! I can open it, really! Just let me try again."

Trembling, he approached the door, signaling to the camera, "The door can open, it can open! Don’t waste our efforts, we’ve worked too hard to fail now!"

In the control room, Wang Siming understood Xu Hao's message. Xu Hao was indicating that if they didn’t capture Zhang Yi this time, he would die, and without Xu Hao, there’d be no one to lure Zhang Yi again.

Though Wang Siming didn’t fully trust Xu Hao, he knew the shelter's defenses were impregnable from a modern physics standpoint, so he had nothing to fear.

"If you try any tricks, I’ll roast you alive!" Wang Siming smirked, then pressed the button to open the door.

Outside, hearing the mechanical sounds, Zhang Yi grabbed Xu Hao, using him as a shield, and pressed the gun to his head.

Though it looked like an act, it wasn’t entirely. If anything unexpected happened, he would use Xu Hao as a shield or shoot him without hesitation.

In front of Zhang Yi and Xu Hao, a heavy black metal door slowly opened.

Three meters high, it had no lock, instead using an interlocking mechanism that left no gaps. The door opened, revealing a sleek, futuristic design.

Behind the door was a ten-meter-long corridor, sealed with dark silver metal, lit by dozens of small lights, making it very bright.

It was hard to believe this shelter was built ten years ago, as it looked extremely advanced even by today's standards. Such was the power of money.

Xu Hao pointed inside, "Brother Zhang, let’s go. There’s another door inside that leads to the shelter."

At the end of the corridor was another dark gold metal door, the gold and silver combination looking both luxurious and magical.

Zhang Yi pressed the gun against Xu Hao's head, pushing him forward step by step.

He was secretly prepared for any imminent danger.

When they reached the middle of the corridor, the door behind them quickly closed.

In the control room, Wang Siming held a glass of red wine in one hand and pressed a green button on the control panel with the other.

Suddenly, hundreds of small holes appeared in the corridor, spewing white gas that quickly enveloped Zhang Yi and Xu Hao.

Wang Siming listened to the sounds coming from the corridor, hearing angry curses.

"Xu Hao, you damn dog! How dare you trick me!"

"Open the door or I’ll kill you!"

"Hahaha, Zhang Yi, stop struggling! If you kill me, you'll die too! Just accept your fate. I don’t want your life, just your supplies."

"In your dreams! I’ll kill you right now!"

"Go ahead, shoot! If I die, so do you!"

Gunshots echoed in the corridor.

Wang Siming swirled his wine, waiting patiently.

The shelter used high-strength sedative gas, causing a 24-hour coma with just a bit of inhalation. Even upon waking, one would be weak and powerless.

After waiting five minutes for the gas to fill the corridor, ensuring Zhang Yi and Xu Hao had inhaled a large amount, he stopped the gas.

"Go tie them up!" Wang Siming smiled confidently, feeling everything was under his control.

Little did he know, Zhang Yi wore a gas mask and had used his spatial space to absorb the gas. Zhang Yi only pretended to be unconscious while Xu Hao was genuinely knocked out.

Zhang Yi, slightly squinting, positioned himself to face the dark gold metal door. The moment Wang Siming appeared, he would draw his gun and take him down.