129: Chapter 129 The cruise ship lands in Jiangcheng, Lin Yuan: Wild dogs are coming to steal my nest.

Liu Qing stood barefoot on the carpet, her white soft skirt swaying slightly.

Lin Yuan rested his hands on the workbench, staring at the screen.

In the image, a cruise ship was pulling close to the old shipyard.

On the deck, everyone was dressed in black night-raid combat uniforms.

There were no standardized firearms.

Some carried long swords on their backs, others had ninja tools strapped on, moving in groups of three, staggered, and spreading out in a fan shape.

Qin Yumo only took one look, and her eyes turned cold.

"Ninjas."

Liu Qing tapped her finger lightly, and the image zoomed in.

On the outskirts of the old shipyard, a fire was still burning in an abandoned watchtower.

Three people were hiding inside.

A man, a woman, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

When the man saw the cruise ship, he just raised a homemade signal light.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

Three thin needles pierced through the darkness.

The man froze.

The woman clutched her throat.

The child didn't even manage to scream before falling straight down.

The fire on the tower was extinguished by a black boot.

Liu Qing's voice lowered.

"Master, they have landed."

Lin Yuan tapped his fingertips on the desktop.

Once. Twice.

Something was wrong.

In his past life, overseas forces entered the scene after the third Red Moon.

The Ninja Guild landed from Hucheng, eating up the coast first, then biting into the inland.

Jiangcheng was not the first bite of meat.

Now, the second Red Moon hadn't even arrived, yet they skipped Hucheng and headed straight for Jiangcheng.

The timeline had been disrupted by him.

Lin Yuan straightened up.

"Send the footage to the South Suburb Military District."

"Yes, Master."

Ten seconds later, the communication connected.

Director Li Wenhui's wheezing voice, accompanied by static, came through.

He had just been severely injured by Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, and his tone was still suppressed with anger.

"Lin Yuan? You brat, you still dare to contact me..."

"Shut up, watch the video."

The other end of the communication went quiet for two seconds.

Director Li Wenhui's voice suddenly rose.

"What is this ship? Where did it come from?"

Lin Yuan sneered.

"Old thing, the port is closest to your South Suburbs, how do you plan to defend it?"

Director Li Wenhui was silent for a full minute.

When he spoke again, his tone had taken on a layer of bureaucratic jargon.

"Lin Yuan, at a time like this, one must have a big-picture perspective."

"The other side didn't open fire immediately, which means there is still room for negotiation."

Tang Qiqi hugged her violent bear and muttered softly.

"What are they going to open fire with from a cruise ship? Are they going to splash manure on you?"

In the communication, Director Li Wenhui continued:

"We can cede part of the abandoned port in the East Suburbs."

"And give them some basic supplies."

"As long as they don't escalate the conflict, both sides can perfectly coexist peacefully."

"You should also bring a batch of supplies to demonstrate our responsibility as a major power."

Lin Yuan laughed.

"Using Dragon Country's land, taking the survivors' rations, to feed this pack of stray dogs that came across the sea."

"Just to protect those few dilapidated buildings in your South Suburbs, and that chair under your butt?"

His voice turned cold.

"Director Li Wenhui, this skin you're wearing reeks of the traitors from a hundred years ago."

"Watch your language!"

Director Li Wenhui was furious out of shame.

"This is politics! It is a strategic buffer! What do you understand..."

Click. The communication cut off.

Lin Yuan didn't want to listen anymore. It dirtied his ears.

He turned his head to look at the doorway.

Lin Motong stood there holding the violent bear, the dark red in her eyes not yet faded.

"Mo Tong."

"Uncle Lin, I'm here."

"Can you move the zombies on the outskirts to the East Coast?"

Lin Yuan looked at the cruise ship on the screen.

"Let's give them a welcome party."

Lin Motong closed her eyes, and after a moment, she shook her head.

"It's too far, I can't reach them."

Qin Yumo stepped forward, her red hair draped over her shoulder, her fighting spirit uncontrollable.

"The drone formation's flight range isn't enough."

"I'll go."

She grinned. "Chopping up the ship works too."

"No rush." Lin Yuan put his hands in his pockets.

"If they want to take root in Jiangcheng, they will definitely come out looking for meat."

"Let's see who they bite first."

He looked at Liu Qing. "Watch the port, the South Suburb Military District, and the main roads of the East Suburbs."

A blue light flickered behind Liu Qing's lenses. "Understood."

Jiangcheng East Suburbs, abandoned old shipyard.

This used to be the stronghold of the underground arms dealer, Old Ghost.

Lin Yuan's first batch of weapons was taken from here.

Now, only a few rows of rusted gantry cranes remained, emitting harsh sounds in the sea breeze.

The cruise ship docked. Two hundred black-clad ninjas slid down the mooring ropes.

They landed without a sound.

The first group occupied the high ground. The second group scouted the dry dock. The third group slipped into the factory building, took over the power distribution box, and cut off the remaining surveillance.

In less than five minutes, the old shipyard was cleared into a vacuum zone.

The cabin door opened. A woman stepped down the gangplank in military boots.

Over her tight night-raid outfit, she wore a dark gray tactical trench coat. A short katana hung at her waist.

The hilt was wrapped in black thread and did not reflect light.

If Lin Yuan were here, he would definitely recognize this face.

It was identical to Chiba Rin, who had tried to assassinate him here with a sniper rifle.

Her aura, however, was colder. Jonin, Chiba Sakura.

Chiba Rin's twin sister.

A black shadow descended from the shadows of the factory. "Lady Sakura, safety confirmed."

"The assault team encountered a family of ordinary survivors and has dealt with them."

Chiba Sakura looked at the crushed shell casings on the ground and the dried bloodstains.

"Is this where Rin's last signal disappeared?"

"Yes." The scout ninja bowed his head.

"Miss Rin went missing here three months ago; there is no body and no venom-fang tracker."

Chiba Sakura pressed her thumb against the tsuba. The blade revealed a cold glint.

The venom-fang tracker is standard equipment for the Ninja Guild. The fang is embedded with a poison sac and a transmitter.

If a mission fails and they are captured, biting the poison sac to commit suicide will cause the transmitter to use the last of the body heat to transmit the coordinates.

No signal. This means Chiba Rin didn't even have a chance to commit suicide.

"Her mission target?"

"Jiangcheng, Xinghui Group, Lin Yuan."

"Miss Rin accepted the assassination commission privately, wanting to follow in your footsteps."

Chiba Sakura drew her katana, the tip picking up a spent shell casing.

"The homeland has already turned into a purgatory."

She looked toward the dark, imposing cluster of buildings in Jiangcheng's city center.

"We need new land. New food. New slaves."

She crushed the shell casing. "Disperse. Infiltrate Jiangcheng."

"Find clean supplies, find survivor gathering points, find Lin Yuan."

She paused for half a second. "Even if he has turned into a zombie, bring his head back."

"Yes." Two hundred ninjas bowed their heads in unison. There were no slogans. Only a silence so uniform it was chilling.

The next second, the black shadows dispersed into the ruins. Like evil spirits crawling ashore from the sea.

On the outskirts of the South Suburbs of Jiangcheng. Among the unfinished buildings, Grandmaster Ling Suzhen stumbled forward.

Her deep purple cheongsam was soaked dark by the blood at her waist.

She was too weak. A dignified Ancient Martial Arts Grandmaster, after killing over a dozen zombies, could barely stand straight.

"Damn it..." She leaned against a broken wall, gasping for breath.

A zombie's guttural sound came from behind. Two zombies smelled the blood and circled in from both ends of the street.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was about to force herself to overdraft her qi and blood.

Two high beams tore through the ruins. A heavy, modified dump truck roared out.

The steel spikes welded to the front bumper smashed the leading zombie into minced meat.

The truck bed tailgate dropped. Seven or eight women wearing prison uniforms jumped down.

Steel pipes, fire axes, iron hooks. Their movements were fierce, with no wasted words, hacking wildly at the remaining zombies.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen pressed herself against the wall, vigilant. This group of women was different from the trash in the South Suburb Military District.

There was a cold, ruthless energy about them.

The passenger door opened. The chassis sank heavily. A woman nearly one meter ninety tall stepped off the truck.

A crew cut. A military green tank top. Her arms were knotted with muscle, covered in blue tattoos.

She carried an engineer shovel in her hand.

The woman walked up to Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, her shadow covering half of her face.

"The material of this dress is not bad." She grinned.

"Take her back to the prison and stop her bleeding."

Two female prisoners stepped forward and grabbed Grandmaster Ling Suzhen. Grandmaster Ling Suzhen did not resist. She could barely stand steady.

"Yes, Sister Long."

Sister Long looked her up and down, her gaze pausing on her blood-stained cheongsam.

"A bit old, but her looks can still fetch a price."

She hoisted the engineer shovel onto her shoulder.

"Remember this. The person who saved you is called the Meat Tank Queen."