77: Chapter 77 Synthesizing Grade A External Armor!

But what shocked Qin Hongye the most was the expression on Jiang Yanxue's face.

Back at the Black Dragon Society, Jiang Yanxue used to look at everyone as if they were dead, exuding a violent, murderous aura that kept people at a distance.

But now, her eyes were filled with tenderness. Although her gait was slightly unnatural, her gaze toward Chen Chen was brimming with an inseparable softness and absolute submission.

Jiang Yanxue even took the initiative to step forward, pull out the main chair at the dining table for Chen Chen, and then stood obediently behind him, not even daring to sit down.

Was this really the same queen who could make the entire Jiang City underground world tremble with just a stomp of her foot?

Qin Hongye swallowed hard, a storm raging in her heart, her worldview shattered into pieces.

In this wasteland world devoid of law and morality, being completely conquered by such a formidable man was not a disgrace; on the contrary, it was the greatest source of security.

Watching Jiang Yanxue's thoroughly satisfied appearance, Qin Hongye looked down at her own proud, long legs, a deeply hidden desire budding in her heart.

If she could take Jiang Yanxue's place...

Or even just get a share, her status on this vehicle would be completely solidified, and she would never have to eat sand outside again.

Chen Chen sat at the dining table, cut a piece of perfectly pan-fried high-grade pork chop, and put it into his mouth.

"Where are Seven Blades and his men?" Chen Chen asked while eating.

Jiang Yanxue immediately bent down, leaned close to his ear, and reported in a low voice:

"Ten kilometers directly behind us. Yesterday's materials have been sorted and can be delivered at any time."

"Tell them to bring all the high-grade mutant cartilage and metal materials and drive over to rendezvous."

Chen Chen wiped his mouth. "We must get the A-Grade external armor done today."

"Yes, Boss." Jiang Yanxue picked up the walkie-talkie, instantly reverting to that cold, hard tone, and began issuing orders to the outer convoy.

Less than ten minutes later.

Six modified off-road vehicles welded with steel plates roared up to the side of the Ghost Fortress.

Seven Blades, accompanied by a few subordinates carrying large bags of materials, waited tremblingly outside the armored door.

The vehicle door slid open.

Chen Chen stood at the entrance, without even stepping out of the vehicle.

Seeing Chen Chen, Seven Blades' legs trembled instinctively, and he hurriedly piled the materials on the ground.

"Boss, these are the cartilage and alloy parts cleared out yesterday. They are all here."

Seven Blades kept his head bowed, not even daring to glance inside the vehicle cabin.

"Well done. Go to the back and collect ten barrels of water and fifty catties of meat." Chen Chen said casually.

Seven Blades trembled with excitement, kowtowing repeatedly to express his gratitude.

The supplies were moved into the vehicle.

Shen Wanxing did not need Chen Chen's instruction; she lifted her skirt and ran over, pressing her small, fair hands directly onto the pile of high-grade mutant cartilage.

"Explode!"

God-level talent [Lucky Critical] activated!

A purple-gold light flashed.

[Ding! Five-fold critical hit triggered!]

[Obtained: High-grade mutant cartilage * 85!]

The shortfall was instantly filled!

Chen Chen immediately brought up the system panel and slapped all the materials into the central console.

"Manufacture A-Grade RV external armor."

[Ding! Materials deducted successfully!]

[A-Grade RV external armor is generating... Fusion complete!]

The exterior of the Ghost Fortress emitted a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction.

The dark black armored surface was rapidly covered with a layer of thick alloy with dark gold patterns.

The width of the vehicle body increased by a full circle, looking like an ancient giant beast clad in heavy armor.

Chen Chen opened the vehicle panel.

The defense value soared directly from 5500 points to a terrifying 8500 points!!!

Now, even if the Ghost Fortress stood still and let elite-level monsters pound it, the monsters would end up breaking their own bones.

The roar of the A-Grade magnetic levitation engine echoed across the Gobi Desert.

The 26.5-ton Ghost Fortress rose from the ground, the eight thrusters on the chassis spewing thick purple-blue electric arcs, steadily lifting the massive vehicle body into mid-air.

Chen Chen sat in the driver's seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

He pushed the control stick to the limit.

"Boom!"

A sonic boom tore through the air, and the dark black armored vehicle turned into a streak of light, speeding onto that grayish-white road.

Thirty kilometers behind.

Seven Blades and his six modified off-road vehicles gave it their all, flooring the gas pedals, yet they could barely catch the exhaust fumes kicked up by the Ghost Fortress.

But these men from the Black Dragon Society had no complaints at all; instead, they were all flushed with excitement.

Because the road was littered with the remains of mutants crushed by the Ghost Fortress.

Chen Chen's vehicle was moving too fast; he didn't even bother to fire at the low-level monsters blocking the way, simply plowing through them with the terrifying 8500-point defense and the heavy-duty serrated bumper.

The monsters' remains were scattered everywhere.

Thanks to the buff from Jiang Yanxue's purple-gold tier trait [Abyssal Predator], the number of drops from any monster killed by Chen Chen was fixed at +3.

Seven Blades and his men followed behind, not needing to do anything but constantly get out of their vehicles to pick up the loot.

Black-iron grade materials, low-level energy cores, and even complete mutant animal hides—they were picking up loot until their hands went soft.

"Quick, quick, quick! Move all those bone spurs onto the vehicles! This is food gifted by the Boss!" Seven Blades roared at the top of his lungs, his single eye filled with fanaticism.

With a boss like this, what was there to fear from the Death Black Fog?

Ahead, inside the Ghost Fortress.

In the cabin, kept at a constant temperature of 24 degrees, one could not feel any of the bumps or sandstorms outside.

Chen Chen leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, his gaze sweeping over the panoramic Radar on the console.

"Shen Wanbing."

"Here." Shen Wanbing immediately turned from the tactical analysis console, standing straight.

Today, she had changed into a clean white shirt and a black hip-hugging skirt found in a supply crate, her legs wrapped in black stockings crossed, regaining the capable aura of a female CEO of a multi-billion dollar consortium.

"The regional trading channel is yours to handle."

Chen Chen tapped the control panel twice.

"We have a large amount of pure water, high-grade mutant pork chops, and several thousand rounds of standard-caliber ammunition left over from last night."

"The military's Iron Wall and the Jiang Consortium's Jiang Jiuyou suffered heavy losses at the Brood Mother last night; what they lack most now is supplies."

"Negotiate with them. I want the high-level blueprints, rare metals, and vehicle cores in their hands."

"You don't need me to teach you how to fleece them, do you?"

Shen Wanbing pushed up the non-prescription anti-radiation glasses on the bridge of her nose, a sharp glint flashing behind the lenses.

This was her specialty.

In the Jiang City business world, she relied on this kind of absolute resource monopoly to drive her competitors to jump off buildings.

"Leave it to me." Shen Wanbing pulled the keyboard over, her fingers flying as she cut directly into the regional private chat channel.

In less than a minute, she had locked onto the communication channels of Iron Wall and Jiang Jiuyou.

"Commander Iron Wall, I am the business manager for Chen Chen's team."

"Fifty liters of pure water, plus two hundred catties of high-grade pork. I want to trade for that B-Grade armor repair gel formula in your hands, plus twenty mid-grade cores."

Iron Wall replied instantly, his voice filled with suppressed anger and exhaustion:

"Shen Wanbing? You are taking advantage of a crisis! That formula is a military top secret! We don't even have enough mid-grade cores for ourselves!"

Shen Wanbing typed expressionlessly:

"Thirty seconds. If you don't trade, I will turn around and sell it to the Southern Border Hunter Guild. As far as I know, Chu Kuang was also seriously injured last night, and he really needs high-grade meat to replenish his constitution. Thirty, twenty-nine..."

"Trade! I'll trade!" Iron Wall swallowed his words, gritting his teeth.

The remnants of the military were struggling even to drink water; if they didn't replenish their supplies, they would die of thirst before the monsters even had a chance to attack.

Having dealt with Iron Wall, Shen Wanbing seamlessly switched and dialed Jiang Jiuyou's communication channel directly.

"Miss Jiang, I heard that half of your Dark Division died last night? That A-Grade off-road vehicle is probably about to be scrapped, right?"

On the other end of the communicator, Jiang Jiuyou was panting with rage: "Shen Wanbing, don't get cocky! I haven't even settled the score with Chen Chen for snatching Su Xiaoqi yet!"

"Su Xiaoqi is one of us now, eating well and sleeping well. Miss Jiang, you should worry more about yourself."

Shen Wanbing's tone was calm. "One hundred liters of pure water for that A-Grade vehicle medical bay blueprint in your hands, plus fifty tons of magic-conducting purple copper."

"In your dreams! That is the Jiang family's last trump card!"

"Oh, never mind then. The Death Black Fog has accelerated to ten kilometers per hour during the day. I hope Miss Jiang's piece-of-junk vehicle can outrun the Black Fog."

"Wait!" Jiang Jiuyou completely broke down. "I'll give you the blueprint! I can only scrape together thirty tons of purple copper!"

"Deal."

Shen Wanbing cut the communication cleanly.

A large quantity of high-level resources poured continuously into Chen Chen's silver-grade storage ring via the system trading interface.

Chen Chen sat in the driver's seat, listening to the constant notification sounds of supplies being credited in his mind, feeling extremely satisfied.

This is monopoly.

While others were struggling for survival in the wasteland, he was living like a tycoon in his vehicle.