Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

At this moment, Han Xiaoyang, who was always cautious and timid, witnessed Leng Zhijie's miserable state and suddenly burst out with a fierce energy.

Perhaps driven to madness by despair, he suddenly pulled a military-green DSS161 high-explosive grenade from his waist and threw it at Lin Chen with all his might!

"Go to hell!"

The grenade traced a brief arc in the air.

This sudden action even caught Chang Chengye's attention.

He never expected that Han Xiaoyang, who was usually only good at flattery and was timid and cautious in the face of trouble, would have such a desperate courage.

However, when faced with the deadly weapon flying towards him, Lin Chen showed no panic, but rather a hint of mockery on his face.

He didn't even dodge; just as the grenade was about to hit the ground, his right hand shot out with lightning speed, his five fingers precisely snapping together—

He actually managed to hold that sizzling, about-to-explode high-explosive grenade firmly in his palm!

"boom--!!"

A muffled explosion came from his clenched fist, the flames and shockwaves were confined to a small area, with only wisps of smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder escaping from between his fingers.

Lin Chen slowly opened his palm. Apart from some black marks from the smoke, his skin was completely intact, without even the slightest crack.

He shook his hand, as if he had merely brushed off some dust, and looked up at the dumbfounded crowd, his tone carrying an almost cruel undertone of "education":

"Don't you know? After a superhuman reaches the third tier, their physical strength undergoes a qualitative change, making it difficult for ordinary individual firearms to inflict effective damage?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Chang Chengye's pale face, his voice growing even colder:

"Or do you think that I, who dare to stop you all alone... am not even a third-tier cultivator?"

Chang Chengye's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he forced out a sound from his dry throat: "You... what exactly is your rank now?"

Lin Chen blinked and answered matter-of-factly, "Third tier."

"Tier 3?!" Chang Chengye felt a surge of anger rush to his head, veins bulging on his forehead. He was already cursing inwardly: "You fucking liar! Taking a high-explosive grenade bare-handed and emerging unscathed, and you're telling me this is Tier 3?! Do you really think we haven't tested the defensive limits of Tier 3 ability users with weapons?!"

Chang Hao, standing to the side, had a contorted expression, his face clearly saying, "I may not be well-educated, but you can't lie to me like this."

Chang Chengye finally understood.

All the scheming, threats, and even desperate attempts become laughable clownish tricks in the face of the opponent's absolute strength.

Today, let alone escaping, even being able to return to the shelter alive is probably a choice "given" by the other party.

The overwhelming sense of humiliation and the chilling despair almost made him grind his teeth to powder.

He stared intently at Lin Chen, spitting out two words through gritted teeth, filled with resentment and hatred:

"Walk!"

"go back!"

The crowd, already terrified by Lin Chen's inhuman performance, felt as if they had been granted a pardon and scrambled toward the troop transport vehicle, no longer caring about anything else.

As for the Li family members who were paralyzed in the snow? Who cared about them now? They were like forgotten trash, completely abandoned on the cold streets.

The tracked vehicle made a heavy U-turn, rolled over the snow, and slowly drove back the way it came.

The carriage was deathly silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing.

Chang Hao, his face pale, pressed against the car window, constantly looking back. Suddenly, he whispered, "Dad! He... he's still with us!"

Chang Chengye closed his eyes wearily and hummed in agreement.

He knew, of course, that Lin Chen was "escorting" them to ensure they obediently returned to the shelter and didn't try anything funny.

"Dad," Chang Hao licked his chapped lips, a glint of shrewd hope flashing in his eyes, "once we get back to the shelter, we outnumber them and can use sheer numbers...we might have a chance!"

Chang Chengye didn't even open his eyes, his voice hoarse and weak: "His speed, didn't you see it just now? A sea of ​​people? Can they even surround him? I'm afraid before they can even form an encirclement, he'll have killed us all first."

Chang Hao opened his mouth, but ultimately lowered his head in dejection: "...Uh."

When two battered and icy troop carriers drove back into the gates of the official shelter in Guangzhou, they inevitably attracted the attention of the survivors who had not yet rested.

"Huh? That car... is it ours? When did it leave?"

"Shh! Mind your own business. That's the business of the bigwigs. What right do we have to worry about it?"

The vehicle stopped, and Chang Hao was the first to jump out. He looked around with lingering fear, but Lin Chen was nowhere to be seen.

"He's gone?" Chang Haogang had just formed a thought.

"No, he's there." Han Xiaoyang's voice rang out; his eagle-eye ability had already spotted Lin Chen.

He pointed to the roof of a dark, abandoned building, more than ten stories high, across from the shelter.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

The cold moonlight outlined a blurry yet imposing black figure on the edge of the rooftop, as if the figure was silently and condescendingly "watching" them.

An invisible pressure, though separated by a great distance, weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

Chang Chengye took one last look at that figure, as if he wanted to etch this humiliation and fear into his very bones.

He withdrew his gaze, his voice hoarse but resolute: "Go back. Gather everyone, inventory supplies, strengthen defenses... Five days later, we'll fight him to the death!"

He knew he could no longer afford to take any chances; he had to give it his all.

On the opposite rooftop, after confirming that the Chang family father and son had retreated back to their shelter, Lin Chen did not linger.

He took out his phone and quickly contacted Liang Siqi.

"Sister Siqi, notify Xiaoyu to immediately activate the 'Swarm' surveillance plan. Target: the entire area of ​​the Guangzhou official shelter, with a focus on monitoring the southeast exit and core buildings. I need uninterrupted aerial surveillance until five days from now."

"Okay, Xiao Chen. The drone swarm is ready and will arrive at the designated airspace within ten minutes." Liang Siqi's crisp reply came through.

These reconnaissance drones, modified by Liang Siqi and Xiaoyu, have an astonishing range of 400 kilometers, and the mere 20-kilometer distance between the two bases is an absolute breeze for them.

The snowstorm has now stopped, leaving only extremely low temperatures.

Small civilian drones are now also able to go out into the world.

Having just intercepted surveillance on my own, I was ultimately powerless and prone to missing details.

Now it's time to let the power of technology take effect.

Countless silent "eyes" rose into the sky, weaving an invisible net that covered the entire official shelter in Guangzhou with comprehensive surveillance.

At this point, the Chang family was finally intercepted and "repatriated" for surveillance.

Lin Chen took one last look at the shelter below, where the lights were scattered but the undercurrents were turbulent, and then disappeared from the rooftop in a flash.

When he returned to his new underground shelter bedroom, he was surprised to find that his women were already asleep inside, including Shen Xiyuan.

Lin Chen rushed in with immense excitement.

Silent all night.