Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

With the most important task completed, there were still half the guns left in the storage space, enough for her needs.

Since she's here for tourism, she should definitely enjoy herself. If she just leaves, wouldn't that be an open indication that there's something wrong with her?

When you come to Myanmar, you should definitely check out jade gambling.

She has no talent for gambling on stones; she's just doing it for fun and to clear her name.

The casino was heavily guarded, its gilded gates a stark contrast to the dilapidated streets outside.

To enter the inner area of ​​the jade gambling event, one needs to verify their funds. Mo Chenchen waited in line, and when it was her turn, the staff looked at her young face and simple clothes with suspicion in their eyes.

Mo Chenchen, expressionless, took out the bank card containing 2000 million from her backpack and gently taped it onto the machine.

With a "beep," the verification of funds was approved.

The scene inside was just as Mo Chenchen had imagined: one cut to poverty, one cut to wealth. Mo Chenchen watched coldly. In the afternoon, while strolling around, Mo Chenchen ran into an acquaintance.

"Oh, it really is you?"

Mo Chenchen paused, that voice... She slowly turned around.

Not far away, Baili Mo was surrounded by several people who were watching her with a relaxed air.

He was wearing a casual suit today, which made his posture even more upright, and his handsome face showed undisguised surprise and inquiry.

Standing next to him were the same friends who had been at his house that day, all of them wearing expressions of anticipation.

Bai Li Mo strolled over, his gaze sweeping over Mo Chen Chen, as if trying to find something out about her.

"Miss Chen, I didn't expect you to actually come all the way to Myanmar." A cryptic smile appeared on his lips.

Mo Chenchen didn't show any extra expression, just as if the person who said that there were no plans to go to Myanmar recently was not the other party: "Mr. Baili, what a coincidence, I just came to broaden my horizons."

A friend of Baili Mo's chimed in with a laugh, "Young Master Mo, not bad! This girl's got some interesting. She's even chased you all the way to Myanmar? Commendable perseverance!"

Mo Chenchen frowned, disliking getting entangled with these people. He nodded and was about to turn and leave.

Seeing that they were about to leave, Baili Mo asked, "We have a private jet tomorrow, do you want to come along?"

Mo Chenchen paused in her steps as she was about to leave. Leaving was exactly what she wanted, after all, she still wanted to take a trip to the island nation.

Let's act together then.

The next day, Mo sat calmly in the soft leather seat of the private jet, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

The plane belonged to Bai Li Mo, and its interior was extremely luxurious, but she was completely unmoved by it.

Traveling with Baili Mo and his group was entirely for convenience and to conceal their whereabouts.

Since taking off from Myanmar, her interactions with Baili Mo have been limited to a distant "thank you" at boarding and her shaking her head in refusal when he offered her a glass of champagne.

Bai Li Mo seemed to notice the distance she was deliberately keeping, and didn't pester her too much. He just chatted and laughed with his friends, and ignored the occasional probing glances she cast at him.

The plane landed smoothly at a major international airport in China. After thanking Baili Mo briefly again, Mo Chenchen picked up her inconspicuous backpack and turned to leave.

Baili Mo watched her disappearing figure with a clean and decisive movement, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, but he was quickly interrupted by his friend's greeting.

News of the Myanmar industrial park being shut down overnight was everywhere, and most people applauded it.

Mo Chenchen went home to wash up first, then drove to the small courtyard where she received the packages, picked them all up, transferred them to her space, and then bought a plane ticket to the island nation.

Her goal was clear: to use the space to stockpile as many potentially useful supplies as possible before the apocalypse officially arrived.

Upon arriving in the island nation, she did not visit any tourist attractions, but went directly to the locations that she had marked during the preliminary research.

There's a dock called Ghost Harbor, which is used by the island nation to transport special goods. They like to do this kind of sneaky smuggling.

Many items are secretly ordered from the United States, then transported in through this port, and then smuggled out.

The containers here are piled up like mountains, filled with goods from all over the world, most of which are of dubious origin or even awaiting smuggling, which suits her just fine.

Mo Chenchen disguised himself as an adult man and went to the monitoring room in the middle of the night. He shot someone in the head with a silenced pistol, then unplugged the power to the monitoring room before starting his raid.

With the advantage of the space and her agility, she moved like a ghost through the huge jungle of shipping containers.

With his mental energy highly focused, he sensed his surroundings and used the containers and space to avoid the sparse patrols.

She wasn't picky, nor did she have time to examine the contents of each box closely.

She would use the space to collect large quantities of containers that were well-packaged and neatly stacked.

Electronic products, auto parts, high-end clothing, luxury handbags, unassembled precision instruments, boxes of cosmetics, pharmaceutical raw materials... countless priceless goods disappeared silently into the night, falling into her seemingly boundless space.

Next, she found the oil depot area at the dock.

The huge oil storage tanks and the oil tankers parked nearby were her main targets.

Mo Chenchen didn't hesitate; with a wave of his hand, twenty oil tankers vanished into thin air.

The gains from this night far exceeded the zero-dollar purchases made in Myanmar previously.

The amount of missing cargo at the entire dock was enough to cause a huge uproar, but she had already left the scene.

Now it's impossible to go back to China because flights have been grounded, and the island nation is prohibiting anyone from leaving under the pretext of arresting spies.

Mo Chenchen wasn't in a hurry. She stayed at the hotel, spending her days visiting various famous places and her evenings scouting out large supermarkets.

On the fifth day, the restrictions were finally lifted, and Mo Chenchen bought a plane ticket back to China for 2 a.m. that night. Then she started to plunder the warehouses of various supermarkets that evening.

She went there at nine o'clock in the evening. She sneaked into the storage area and found that rows of shelves were emptied of rice, flour, cooking oil, condiments, canned goods, snacks, beverages, daily necessities (sanitary napkins, tissues, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, etc.), batteries, flashlights, etc.

She plundered pharmaceutical company and pharmacy warehouses: antibiotics, painkillers, cold medicines, disinfectants, gauze, bandages, vitamins, various prescription drugs, and even medical devices—she did everything she could.

Medicine is a hard currency more precious than gold in the apocalypse.

Outdoor equipment store: High-quality waterproof jackets, hiking boots, tents, sleeping bags, sleeping mats, water purifiers, survival tools, bows and arrows, and even some less regulated weapons are all in her possession.

Gas stations and energy companies: Replenished large quantities of gasoline, diesel, and some LPG tanks.

Like a tireless worker ant, she frantically carried supplies into the space until she felt that the "purchasing" in Japan was almost done, then she quietly left and headed straight for the airport.

Mo Chenchen waited anxiously for the plane to take off. Only when the plane took off on time and normally did Mo Chenchen breathe a sigh of relief. This time she was too bold, but unfortunately, that's what she wanted to do.

The next morning, after landing, Mo Chenchen got into a taxi to go home. Only then did he turn on his phone and see the breaking news about the island nation: a major theft case that had become a huge unsolved mystery.

Even after the end of the world arrived, it was still a topic of conversation that people often used for amusement.

Back at the apartment, Mo Chenchen was exhausted. She quickly washed up and fell asleep immediately, sleeping until noon the next day before waking up.

Now that the extreme heat was getting closer, she needed to build herself a safe house.

The destination was a villa complex 200 miles outside the city.