Chapter 49 Infiltrating the Underground Cold Storage and Freezing the Unscrupulous Wholesaler into an Ice Sculpture

The building had no windows.

The outer walls were coated with a thick layer of polyurethane insulation, resembling a giant gray iron box.

Even with the lethal sixty-five-degree heat outside, standing before this heavy insulated door, one could still feel a chilling cold.

"The backup generator is still running."

Huo Yuan walked to the door, reached out to touch the frost forming at the door gap, his voice low.

"The scale of this cold storage is significant; the things inside should all still be intact."

Lin Xingwan looked at the locked door, a flash of coldness in her eyes.

In her past life.

It was during the time of extreme cold and hunger.

She had taken the few gold bars she had managed to find to Skinflint Zhou to trade for food.

But that heartless old thing not only scammed her out of her gold bars with moldy, fuzzy bread, but also tried to take advantage of her while she was weak.

If she hadn't fought back with her life and escaped, she would have long since become an ice sculpture.

"Boss Huo, can you open it?"

Lin Xingwan stepped back, her chin slightly raised.

"A piece of cake."

Huo Yuan sneered.

He didn't use a gun, nor did he engage in any complicated demolition.

Instead, he directly drew the specially made military dagger from his thigh.

With a "click," he inserted it into the gap of the electronic lock on the insulated door.

With a sudden burst of wrist strength!

"Bang!"

The sturdy electronic lock cylinder was actually pried open by his pure physical strength!

Amidst the flying sparks, Huo Yuan kicked the heavy insulated door.

"Creak—"

The door slowly slid inward, and a gust of white cold mist instantly poured out.

The temperature inside was at least minus twenty degrees!

The two of them were wearing the highest-level heat-insulated chemical protective suits, which now became the perfect cold-weather gear.

Lin Xingwan followed Huo Yuan and strode into the cold storage.

The cold storage was enormous, divided into several different temperature zones.

The emergency lights overhead emitted a ghastly pale glow.

"Who?! Who's there!"

The two had just passed through a corridor.

A terrified yet blustering roar suddenly sounded from ahead!

Accompanying this roar was the crisp "click" of a shotgun being loaded!

Lin Xingwan looked toward the sound.

In the deep-freeze zone where premium seafood was stored, a fat old man wrapped in a thick military coat, his face blue from the cold, was shivering as he held up a double-barreled shotgun.

The muzzle was pointed directly at them.

This old thing was none other than Skinflint Zhou!

After the power went out, he knew the high temperatures outside would cost people their lives.

So, he had immediately hidden in the cold storage, which had a backup power supply.

Guarding this warehouse full of supplies, he was dreaming of making a fortune from the national disaster.

"Boss Zhou, long time no see."

Lin Xingwan stopped, looking through the glass visor of her protective suit at Skinflint Zhou's face, which was twisted in terror.

A bloodthirsty sneer curled the corners of her mouth.

"You... you know me?"

Skinflint Zhou was stunned.

He looked at the two people in front of him, wearing strange protective suits with an extremely terrifying aura.

A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want!"

"Get out! The things here are all mine! Otherwise, I'll shoot!"

He roared, while feigning bravado by shaking the shotgun in his hand.

"Shoot?"

Huo Yuan let out a low, cold scoff.

He didn't even glance at the pitch-black muzzle.

His figure, like a ghost, left a trail of afterimages in the cold mist!

"Bang!"

Skinflint Zhou hadn't even reacted.

He hadn't even had time to pull the trigger.

He felt a blur before his eyes, and a sharp pain shot through his wrist!

"Ah—!"

The shotgun flew out of his hand.

Huo Yuan kicked him hard in the back of the knee.

"Thump."

Skinflint Zhou, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, knelt heavily on the frost-covered ground.

Huo Yuan stepped on his back, pressing him firmly to the ground.

Looking down at him from above, he said, "You dare to embarrass yourself with this piece of junk?"

"Spare me, hero! Spare me!"

Skinflint Zhou was scared out of his wits, his crotch instantly becoming wet.

The pungent smell of urine mixed with the cold air was nauseating.

"I'll give you all the supplies here! You can take whatever you want! Just spare my life!"

He kowtowed desperately, his forehead hitting the cold ground until it bled.

Lin Xingwan slowly walked over.

She looked down at Skinflint Zhou, who was crawling on the ground like a maggot.

There was not a shred of pity in her eyes.

"Give them all to me?"

She sneered.

"You don't need to tell me; these things were supposed to be mine in the first place."

She ignored Skinflint Zhou's pleas.

She turned directly to face the mountain of premium king crab, bluefin tuna, Australian lobster...

With a thought.

"Collect!"

"Whoosh—!"

In the eyes of a terrified Skinflint Zhou, the entire warehouse full of premium seafood, which he was proud of and planned to make a fortune with during The Apocalypse, along with those expensive refrigeration racks, instantly vanished into thin air!

"No... impossible..."

Skinflint Zhou opened his mouth wide, his eyes almost popping out.

He felt his worldview completely collapse at this moment.

"Is... is this magic?"

He trembled all over, looking at Lin Xingwan's back as if looking at a demon from hell.

Lin Xingwan didn't stop.

She was like a ruthless devouring machine.

From the seafood section to the meat section, and then to the frozen food section.

Ten minutes.

Only ten minutes.

This place, known as the city's largest underground cold chain wholesale center, was emptied by her until not even a vegetable leaf remained.

"Huo Yuan, let's go."

Lin Xingwan clapped her hands, feeling satisfied.

This zero-dollar shopping spree was so satisfying it made her scalp tingle.

Huo Yuan released his foot from Skinflint Zhou's back and turned to follow Lin Xingwan.

"You... you can't leave!"

Skinflint Zhou looked at the empty cold storage, completely desperate.

He didn't care about the sharp pain in his body and scrambled to chase after them.

"You took everything, what will I eat! I'll starve to death!"

"Please, take me with you! It's too hot outside, I'll die if I go out!"

He reached out to grab Lin Xingwan's trouser leg, but was kicked away mercilessly by Huo Yuan, slamming heavily against the cold storage wall.

"Too hot outside?"

Lin Xingwan stopped and turned her head, looking at Skinflint Zhou, who was slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.

"Since you're so afraid of the heat, I'll be a good person to the end and let you stay in this 'cool' place a little longer."

She turned and walked out of the cold storage door.

Huo Yuan followed closely behind.

"No! Don't!"

Skinflint Zhou seemed to realize something, bursting into a shrill scream and crawling desperately toward the door.

But it was too late.

"Bang!"

The heavy insulated door was slammed shut from the outside by Huo Yuan.

Lin Xingwan took out her dagger.

Without hesitation, she violently destroyed the electronic control panel and the backup mechanical lock cylinder on the outside of the door.

Completely locked!

"Lin Xingwan! You won't die a good death! Let me out! Let me out!"

Through the thick insulated door, Skinflint Zhou's desperate and shrill pounding and roaring could be heard faintly.

It sounded like an evil ghost trapped in hell.

Lin Xingwan stood outside the door, separated by the cold iron, her voice as cold as frost.

"Enjoy this last bit of coolness."

The fuel for the backup generator would eventually run out.

When the cold air stopped, in this iron box with no food and no way to open it from the inside, he would either be slowly frozen to death or suffocate in despair from lack of oxygen and hunger.

This was the price for him cheating her with moldy food in her past life.

The cold storage without power would eventually become his perfect iron coffin.

Lin Xingwan turned around.

Facing the suffocating sixty-five-degree heat wave outside, she strode toward the armored vehicle parked not far away.

"Satisfied?"

Huo Yuan opened the car door for her, a hint of a smile in his deep eyes.

"Not bad."

Lin Xingwan sat in the passenger seat and took off her heavy protective helmet, shaking her long hair, which was slightly damp with sweat.

"However, compared to the big show coming up, this was just an appetizer."