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Chapter 78 The Storm Is Brewing

To be honest, if Robert hadn't spoken up, Chen Ping'an would have almost completely overlooked the fact that this person had been in the car the whole time, accompanying them the entire journey.

I even followed them into the gun shop in Fuqing just now and quietly moved the entire batch of supplies.

Upon closer examination, this matter reveals an extremely eerie quality.

Chen Ping'an and Lin Zhiyong are no longer ordinary people. Chen Ping'an has undergone a complete transformation and has cultivated his Qi to nourish his body, while Lin Zhiyong has the talent to hear the wind and his five senses are far more acute than those of ordinary people.

Their visual and auditory perception and their ability to observe their surroundings were both at their peak; no movement in their surroundings could escape their notice.

Robert accompanied them quietly throughout the entire journey, causing the two of them to subconsciously forget his presence several times, making his presence extremely faint.

This ability to conceal oneself is truly unbelievable.

That's why Chen Ping'an finally understood Mark's previous assessment: among the homeless, including Hathaway and Hanks Gan, Mark only believed in Robert's true abilities.

Previously, the Fuqing gang had clearly stated that they did not have any heavy firepower equipment. Chen Ping'an and Lin Zhiyong both believed that there was no way out for novices like them.

But Robert, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. This unusual initiative made Chen Ping'an unable to suppress his curiosity any longer.

This man, who has always been low-key and reserved, has a past identity and experience that are definitely not simple.

But now is not the time to delve into these matters; let's deal with the weapons and equipment first.

"You have connections?"

Robert nodded, his tone calm and resolute: "Yes. But they don't take regular small orders. Their channels are very strong; they can get legitimate military supplies from the militia in each state."

militia.

Those two short words stirred something within Chen Ping'an and his companion.

Each state in the United States has independent autonomy, and its laws and defense systems are not subordinate to each other. The state's exclusive garrison force is the state militia, also known as the National Guard.

This specifically refers to the organized militias that are on full-time and registered in each state, not the loose, part-time reserve militias of civilians. They are the real state armed forces that have regular military reserves and supplies.

"The goods leaked from the California National Guard are sold at extremely high premiums, several times the price of those from out-of-state sources."

Robert continued, clearly and logically, showing his extensive knowledge of this black market chain: "In addition, there are also equipment smuggled into the country from Mexico, which is advantageous in terms of quantity and low price, but don't expect high-tech equipment."

Because of its proximity to the United States, Mexico is very poor and has limited weaponry; it couldn't even muster a single old World War II tank.

Chen Ping'an's eyes suddenly lit up, and he went straight to the core need: "Do you have any RPGs in stock?"

"There should be."

Robert didn't even need to think about it before giving the answer: "The Stinger is a strategically prohibited piece of equipment, with extremely strict controls and exorbitant prices. Ordinary people simply cannot obtain it."

But RPGs are standard single-player heavy weapons, and are popular items on the black market. The channel I know of can easily get them.

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He paused, then revealed more crucial information: "Not only rocket launchers, but landmines are also regularly circulating goods."

The National Guards of various states rarely have any need for domestic combat, resulting in large quantities of anti-tank and anti-personnel mines being stored away and gathering dust. It's common practice for internal personnel to smuggle and sell them for profit, leading to ample supply and low prices.

After speaking, Robert looked at Chen Ping'an, whose expression was solemn, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him: "Father, you're acting out of character, rushing to buy a full set of heavy defensive weapons at great expense. Is something bad about to happen in Ping'an Town?"

It can't be that they're trying to build a white house, can it?

Lin Zhiyong remained silent throughout, not uttering a single word, but his mind was already racing with thoughts.

After Chen Ping'an personally escorted the twenty children back home, he focused on procuring weapons and equipment with a very clear objective, acting swiftly and decisively, fully displaying a posture of preparing for war.

He had some doubts, but Chen Ping'an didn't say anything, and he didn't ask.

But now that Robert had asked, he looked up and waited for Chen Ping'an's answer.

Chen Ping'an's answer was simple: "I have a strong premonition that Ping'an Town will soon face an unprecedented and enormous crisis."

His tone was calm and serious: "Without sufficient heavy firepower for defense, we will be in serious trouble."

Although Robert had suspected it before, the confirmation still caused him to gasp for breath, grip the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and his veins bulged.

He took a deep breath before saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "If that's the case, I suggest we purchase more landmines."

After all, there aren't many trustworthy people in Ping'an Town right now, and no matter how many weapons you have, you still need people to use them.

Landmines are different!

The most intense conflicts on Earth have been raging for over a year, and it has been proven that in the end, trenches, mines, and artillery will be the true colors of the battle.

Lin Zhiyong's heart sank even further.

Can Chen Ping'an foresee the future?

He didn't know, but Chen Ping'an had no reason to fool Robert. The fact that he could say these words now meant that the crisis was very serious.

It could even be an inescapable dead end.

As his thoughts raced, he suddenly remembered something.

Chen Ping'an initially held two appointment slots for Yellow Turban Warriors. He gave the first slot to himself, granting him the innate ability to hear the wind.

So, up to now, Chen Ping'an still has one Yellow Turban Warrior with the talent for smelling fragrance whose appointment has been delayed.

Initially, the two discussed choosing between Hathaway and Hanks Gan, who were among their earliest followers.

These two were among the first followers, and given their seniority and hard work, they deserve this opportunity. However, the dilemma is that no matter who is granted the title, it would be unfair to the other.

Both Mark and Andrew are top-notch combat talents, and it would be unfair to the other if the spot were given to either of them.

Faced with this dilemma, this top-tier opportunity has been shelved until now, seemingly without a solution. The only appointment has instead turned the current situation into a dead end where one peach can kill four warriors.

But when his gaze fell on the unassuming Robert beside him, Lin Zhiyong suddenly had a flash of inspiration and everything became clear.

Robert is the perfect candidate.

Lin Zhiyong is now a Yellow Turban Warrior, with his five senses, perception, and crisis prediction far exceeding those of ordinary people. Even so, he still subconsciously ignored Robert's presence several times.

The ability to completely conceal one's aura and diminish one's presence in front of top-tier perceivers like them is an unpredictable skill that no ordinary person could possess.

Robert must have undergone some special training.

At this moment, Lin Zhiyong had a preference: the second Yellow Turban Warrior appointment in Chen Ping'an's hands could only belong to Robert.

He suppressed his thoughts and offered his advice: "Peace, Robert makes a lot of sense, and he seems to be very experienced as well."

They are at least better than the two of us.

You either need to provide the amount of funding and let Robert make the decision.

Either tell Robert the equipment list and confirm the latest delivery time.

If the other party cannot deliver to the destination, we can find another company, or pick up the goods ourselves, minimizing the delivery time as much as possible.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Ping'an spoke rapidly, revealing a strong sense of urgency: "All equipment must be in place by tomorrow morning."

He then revealed his entire hand: "I have one million US dollars in cash, plus 370,000 euros in my Swiss bank account. I'll use 80% of all my funds to buy defensive equipment, and the rest tonight to buy food and water."

Although there was talisman water, and some rice, flour, and cooking oil were prepared in the space before leaving the country, those were originally prepared for myself alone, but now there are dozens of people in Ping An's place.

It's better to prepare other things in advance, just in case.

Chen Ping'an looked at Robert: "With this amount of money, Robert, what suggestions do you have?"

Robert offered his advice without hesitation: "Prioritize stockpiling RPG rocket launchers and their ammunition. Abandon the Stinger; it's not cost-effective and difficult to manage."

"Anti-tank mines and conventional anti-personnel mines, unlimited in quantity, take as many as you can, the most cost-effective, are the core of territory defense."

"Focus on stockpiling M18A1 Claymore mines. This type of targeted weapon is virtually unbeatable for defensive positions."

The proposal was approved.

However, Chen Pingan added: "Finally, purchase two additional Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifles."

The final suggestion was specially prepared by Chen Ping'an for Lin Zhiyong.

With one thing after another happening these past few days, Lin Zhiyong had no time to work on his bow and arrow, practice his archery skills, or, most importantly, test the power of the bow and arrow once he held them.

However, the core of archery lies in exceptional eyesight and accurate prediction, and is not limited to cold weapons such as bows and arrows.

With Lin Zhiyong's top-notch eyesight as a Yellow Turban Warrior, and the Barrett's ultra-long range and ultra-high precision anti-material sniping capabilities, let's see if they can be a good match.

Even if he couldn't perfectly integrate the Yellow Turban Warrior's archery skills into firearms, his superhuman dynamic vision and sniping prediction alone were enough to crush all conventional snipers and firmly lock down the long-range battlefield.

The list of goods was finalized through the back-and-forth discussions among the three, with landmines being the top priority.

In particular, the Claymore mine, with its terrifying destructive power, is a deadly weapon in urban warfare and positional defense. When deployed around the perimeter of Ping'an Town, it can form a deadly defensive line.

Although Chen Ping'an was unsure whether Robert's channels could acquire all the equipment, with a formidable enemy at hand, going all out and taking a desperate gamble was the only option.

The equipment needs to be in place by tomorrow morning.

This is the time Chen Ping'an is giving Robert.

Lin Zhiyong, with his meticulous mind, instantly sensed a sense of crisis from this moment.

After tomorrow morning?

The crisis that's coming is very urgent!

There wasn't even time to prepare.

Having witnessed Chen Ping'an transform twice in front of him, becoming invulnerable to swords and spears, Robert had long regarded him as a messenger of God walking among humans.

Therefore, he could only believe Chen Ping'an's prophecy.

In his eyes, all of the priest's premonitions and predictions were divine revelations.

Such an extremely urgent requirement for preparation means that the fatal test for Ping'an Town will most likely come tomorrow afternoon.

This is a divine prophecy, and there is no room for doubt.

"Received, I'll try contacting a few more companies."

Robert responded in a deep voice.

The next day, Peanut Village.

Inside the solemn office meeting room, two groups of people sat on either side of the long conference table, the atmosphere oppressive and stagnant, with undercurrents surging beneath the surface.

Across from the negotiating side in the White House, the Eastern representative spoke solemnly, each word ringing with conviction, conveying an unyielding bottom line: "Gentlemen, you wouldn't want America's international reputation to be ridiculed as the 'Northern Gourmet Tribe,' would you?"

"Our demands are very simple: to ensure the personal safety of those involved in the rescue operation and to prevent some people from retaliating against them afterward."

That's all.

"Of course, you can refuse if you think this request is unreasonable!"

For Peanut Village, this demand was certainly unreasonable, but the truth about cannibalism among the American elite, and the attitude of Easterners at the critical juncture of the Eastern European upheaval, have always been important.

Not to mention, there's going to be some big moves going on in the Middle Eastern desert at this crucial time, and the biggest fear right now is someone getting involved.

It's difficult to accomplish something big, but to ruin something big for them is easy, given the strength of the Easterners.

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Therefore, the blonde beauty in charge of negotiations at the White House stiffened slightly at her fingertips, but still raised her hand to brush a strand of hair from her forehead: "I have no right to answer your demands on the spot."

Please wait a moment while I report to my superiors.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and quickly walked out of the conference room to urgently report to her superiors and await their approval.

Soon, a draft document was placed on the negotiating table.

"In principle, Congress and state legislatures can sign this document as compensation."

However, whether he is capable of upholding the right to legal autonomy remains to be proven.

For one month, without either of us getting involved, Congress and the state legislature gave him a legal vacuum.

Let him prove he's capable of protecting himself!

"In other words, for a month, Ping An Town will be without the protection of the laws of both the East and the United States."

In Eastern proverb terms, it can be summed up in just four words: utterly lawless!

"If you agree, the document can be signed now, but the dispute will begin the moment the pen is put on the paper!"

"You need to think this through!"

Everyone present understood that the East was using America's reputation and the international situation to pressure them.

Left with no other choice, the White House agreed to this outrageous request: an Asian man who bought a piece of land in America and expects legal autonomy? You're dreaming!

But circumstances dictate that we have no choice but to agree, even if we don't want to now.

However, this did not prevent the White House's think tank from taking a strategic retreat and using a month to gamble on the life of Chen Ping'an, the owner of Ping'an Town, an Easterner.

This is an open conspiracy. As long as Chen Ping'an dies, all demands will be in vain!

How could they possibly survive? If they sign this document, Ping'an Town will descend into lawlessness!

What would this world become if there were no laws to suppress it, no state to suppress it?

That's the true, literal meaning of lawlessness!

There is no law and no heaven. Heaven is the country, and the country is the backing of the law.

In places where there is no legal repression or legal protection, people may cease to be human.

The blonde woman's meaning was clear: once she signed the document, the dozens of people in Ping'an Town would have no choice but to wait for death, just like the town's residents who were brutally hunted in the documentary "The Seraphim Hunt."

Ah!

Unexpectedly, the Asian man at the conference table was completely unaffected, and simply took the document, signed it, and stamped it, all in one smooth motion.

The moment he stamped the seal.

Chen Ping'an, far away in the suburbs of Los Angeles, suddenly felt a jolt and a strange unease. He looked up and found that the weather seemed terribly gloomy. Could it be that it was going to rain?

But no matter what the weather was like, it didn't stop him from inspecting the weapons and equipment.

Yes, they delivered it to my door!

Robert's methods were indeed unconventional; he did find quite a few good items, but the other party probably knew he was in a hurry and charged a 50% premium.

There were over 200 Claymore anti-personnel mines. Robert said that these were the best supplies that Commissioner Smith got from the National Guard.

There are also more than 200 ordinary landmines.

They even sent over 40 to 50 anti-tank mines.

RPG-7, 10 launchers, hundreds of rockets.

Two Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifles—that's where the problem lies.

Oh, it's not the gun that's faulty, it's the person.

Lin Zhiyong had handled Barrett rifles at the shooting range before, but he had never been so captivated by them as he was today.

It was as if Barrett was his long-cherished first love, someone he had never been able to have, who had suddenly appeared before him today.

Suddenly feeling a tremor in his palm, Lin Zhiyong raised his hand, and the phantom images of the Yellow Turban Warriors' bows and arrows suddenly appeared in his palm.

After the phantom of the bow and arrow appeared, it trembled even more violently in his palm.

Lin Zhiyong had a vague feeling that the phantom of his Yellow Turban Warrior priesthood's bow and arrow could be integrated with the Barrett anti-material sniper rifle.

Hiss—just thinking about it made him a little impatient!

Sure enough, his idea was correct. After the phantom of the Yellow Turban Warrior's bow and arrow merged into the Barrett, Lin Zhiyong was actually able to put the Barrett away.

Moreover, with the blessing of the Yellow Turban Warrior's divine power, the Barrett, originally known as a 12.7mm anti-materiel cannon, became several times more powerful.

Looking at the shattered boulders a kilometer away, Lin Zhiyong was full of confidence. He looked at Chen Ping'an, who was stroking a mortar, and said with a smile, "Ping'an, I feel incredibly strong right now—"

Chen Pingan smiled back: "I have a strange feeling that I can use this mortar too!"

"Shouldn't firing a mortar be considered a type of marksmanship?"

As they were chatting and laughing, Chen Ping'an's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar American number, but the person speaking was in perfect Mandarin.

"Hello, is this Chen Ping'an?"

"A helicopter will deliver a document to you immediately. The moment you receive and sign the document, Ping'an Town will instantly become a lawless place."

The deadline is one month!

You have one month to determine the laws of your territory and make them public.

Appoint judges to the territory.

Most importantly, during this month, Peace Town will face countless possible attacks.

The good news is that the enemy cannot attack you outside of Peaceful Town.

Of course, there's also bad news: the number of people attacking you may be far greater than you imagine.

The worst outcome is that you die there!

Of course, you can also choose to admit defeat.

If we win, Peace Town will gain legal autonomy over its territory; you should know what that means.

This is exactly what you need!

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