Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

This move left the burly men and tall men present with perfectly normal expressions.

Their Master Huo may appear weak, but he is actually incredibly strong. He has already broken through to the third tier of talent and is a top expert within the Ash Earth Camp.

Master Huo carried Mo Zhiyu to the side of the tall man, gave him a gentle push, making Mo Zhiyu stand shakily, and forced him to look down at the camp.

"Since President Mo is unwilling to talk, then come over here and watch."

Huo Ye's voice remained indifferent and cold. In the next instant, a worn-out pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand, the muzzle pointed at the panicked crowd below.

"If President Mo still refuses to talk after I count to three, I will kill someone."

"Let's start with those children."

Mo Zhiyu struggled to lift his head and looked down at the camp. Large numbers of women, the elderly, and children were being driven to the open space below by armed personnel from the Jintu Camp.

These were the survivors of their night watch camp, all trembling with fear in their eyes.

Some children were still crying softly, but the adults covered their mouths tightly, fearing that it would lead to their deaths.

He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Master Huo, a suppressed rage escaping his throat, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Just then, Master Huo's voice rang out again, still light and airy, carrying an irresistible sense of pressure: "3—"

"Bang!"

No 2, 1, fire directly.

Gunshots rang out suddenly, shattering the deathly silence of the camp.

Below the 30-story building, a young child fell to the ground with a thud, his head exploding open, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere. People around screamed in fright, but were held down firmly by the people of the Ash Earth Camp, unable to move.

"you!!!"

Mo Zhiyu's eyes were bloodshot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed and he was about to collapse, but he still stared at Master Huo with hatred in his eyes that was almost overflowing.

Master Huo wiped the bloodstains from his sleeve, his tone still indifferent.

"President Mo, what's your decision? If you talk, I'll let them go. If you don't, the next one will be that old man over there."

He gripped his pistol, the muzzle moving constantly through the crowd below, as if searching for his next prey. With each movement, a suppressed sob would rise from the crowd below.

Before Mo Zhiyu could answer, Master Huo began a slow countdown again, his voice cold and cruel: "3—"

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out, and an elderly man with white hair fell to the ground below. A broken bullet pierced the back of his head and exited through his right eye, spraying blood everywhere.

The old man didn't even utter a sound before he breathed his last.

As Mo Zhiyu watched this scene, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing him unbearable pain.

His body went completely limp, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, leaving only endless despair.

He knew he had no choice.

Meanwhile, in the real world, in Zhejiang East City.

I slept soundly through the night, and the sunlight streamed through the window onto the sofa, making it feel warm and cozy.

Su Yuyang stretched out a big yawn, and all his fatigue vanished.

After absorbing two blood energy crystals, his body became stronger and stronger, and even the lingering pain in the back of his head completely disappeared.

Looking at the cramped and small one-bathroom, one-living-room rental room in front of him, he frowned and thought to himself.

Now that he has the resources of the apocalypse, he no longer needs to live in such a place; it's time to move to a more comfortable living environment.

The phone screen lit up slightly, and a message popped up on WeChat from my former colleague, Fang Jichu.

"Xiao Su, I got laid off too. That Manager Wang was just deliberately picking a fight, thinking we were easy to bully."

I heard that the company is going to launch an AI central control platform, which will lay off us long-term employees, as well as those outsourced third-tier employees. I estimate that a large number of people will be laid off next...

Su Yuyang only glanced at it briefly and did not reply.

Fang Jichu, like him, was a low-level programmer. They got along fairly well on a daily basis, but now he was no longer the Su Yuyang who was exploited by others.

He'll settle accounts with Shihuang Network sooner or later.

For now, he needs to return to the wasteland as soon as possible to collect more blood energy crystals and gold.

Su Yuyang got up, washed up quickly, and went downstairs.

The breakfast shop downstairs was filled with a rich aroma. He ordered a bowl of wontons and six pan-fried dumplings and ate them with gusto.

At 11 a.m., Su Yuyang walked slowly on the sidewalk on the right side of the tree-lined avenue, with the noise of vehicles and pedestrians talking all around him.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves overhead, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Su Yuyang looked down at his phone, pondering how to monetize the gold in the wasteland world.

A series of push notifications suddenly popped up on my phone screen; almost every media outlet in the gaming industry was pushing out headline articles with particularly eye-catching titles:

[Breaking news! An insider at Huangshi Networks revealed that the company has launched an AI central control platform, resulting in a large-scale optimization of positions such as programmers, concept artists, and artists, with hundreds of employees being laid off!]

Su Yuyang clicked on one of the articles, which detailed Huangshi Network's layoff plan and included screenshots of numerous reports from laid-off employees.

Some say the company is in arrears with salaries, some say they were laid off without any compensation, and some have even released recordings of Wang Jiankou verbally abusing employees.

Meanwhile, the various gaming community chat groups he frequented were also in an uproar.

Many industry professionals forwarded the text message about Huangshi Network's wage arrears, complaining about the ruthlessness of capitalists and recounting their experiences of being exploited.

Some people have raised doubts, feeling that the allegations may be untrue, since Huangshi Network is a well-known game company in Zhejiang East City.

Su Yuyang sighed softly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. How ironic.

Humans developed AI, but were ultimately replaced by AI. The so-called optimization is nothing more than an excuse for capitalists to exploit employees and reduce costs.

He put away his phone and continued to think about converting the gold into cash, when two figures suddenly blocked his way.

Su Yuyang stopped and slowly looked up. He saw two security guards in uniform, one with a kind face and the other with a serious expression.

He frowned slightly and asked in a gentle tone, "What is it?"

"Are you Su Yuyang?"

The kind-looking security guard carefully examined Su Yuyang, checked the information in his hand, and asked in a gentle tone.

Su Yuyang nodded slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart.

He hadn't committed any crimes in Zhejiang East City, so why were the security guards looking for him?

Could it be that Wang Jiankou is turning around and accusing him of something?

The security guard waved his security guard badge in front of Su Yuyang before continuing.

"Mr. Su, please come with us to the police station. There's something we need your cooperation in investigating."

"I?"

Su Yuyang was stunned, and blurted out instinctively, "I haven't done anything wrong! I haven't done anything illegal or disorderly!"

"Whether you've committed a crime or not isn't up to you to decide. We'll find out once you get back to the police station and cooperate with our investigation."

Another cold voice sounded from behind Su Yuyang. He turned around and saw two security guards standing behind him with serious expressions.

Clearly, he was surrounded.