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

The Chen Family Compound is located in an independent courtyard surrounded by high walls in the south of Beijing.

Before the apocalypse, this was a sanatorium belonging to a certain ministry, covering a vast area and shaded by green trees.

After the apocalypse, Chen Huaiyuan transformed this place into his own private fortress, with high walls, electric fences, sentry posts, and hidden bunkers, making it impregnable.

Lin Chen stood on the roof of an abandoned high-rise building in the distance, looking down at this brightly lit "palace".

Unlike the Liu family's pragmatism and the Li family's aloofness, the Chen family compound exudes an air of extravagance inside and out.

Warm yellow light shone from the windows of the main building, casting indistinct shadows.

Even in the apocalypse, a certain "decency" is still maintained here, or rather, a certain dignity is deliberately preserved.

Lin Chen passed through the walls of the Chen family compound, avoiding sentries and patrols, and landed in the shadow of the main building.

He originally wanted to go in and meet Chen Huaiyuan, to see what kind of person this was who would rather drag millions of ordinary people down with him than give up.

But when he looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows and saw what was inside, he stopped in his tracks.

The hall was brightly lit, with a crystal chandelier casting a warm yellow glow. Leather sofas were arranged in a circle, and fruits and pastries were laid out on a mahogany coffee table.

Even in this apocalyptic world, the Chen family still maintains this extravagant lifestyle.

Seven or eight well-dressed people sat around the sofa, holding red wine and chatting happily.

A man in his sixties, with gray hair neatly combed, sat at the head of the table, slowly sipping his wine. Someone was offering him a cigarette, while another was reporting something to him.

Countless scantily clad beauties were dancing gracefully in the central dance floor.

Their faces showed no tension or anxiety typical of the apocalypse, only a relaxed air of pampered ease.

It was as if the extreme cold, zombies, and starving people outside had nothing to do with them.

"Brother, your methods are truly brilliant. Lin Chen is now tied up and dares not attack."

"That's right. Before the apocalypse, my elder brother was a big shot in the west and north. He's seen it all."

"Exactly, Lin Chen is just a nobody at the bottom of society. Does he even know what political maneuvering or cunning is? Haha."

"Under my uncle's leadership, my Chen family will definitely survive the apocalypse and become even stronger!"

Chen Huaiyuan sat in the main seat, his face glowing, enjoying the praise from his clansmen.

Lin Chen leaned against the wall and watched for a while.

He suddenly understood.

This person was merely a warlord who had been thoroughly corrupted by money and power before the end of the world, a feudal patriarch who had long since abandoned his original aspirations.

He didn't care about the lives of ordinary people or his subordinates; he only cared about the power and prosperity of the Chen family and his own enjoyment.

Suddenly losing all desire to see him, Lin Chen turned and silently disappeared into the night.

He left the Chen family compound quietly, without alerting anyone or leaving a single word, just as he had come.

Lin Chen left the capital, mounted Yuanzai, and sped off towards Taicheng, Shandong Province.

The Chen family is beyond saving, and he is prepared to take direct action.

He took out his communicator and pressed the call button.

"Feifei, it's me."

Liu Feifei's voice came from the other end of the communicator, tinged with urgency: "Honey? How are things on your end?"

"In Beijing, the Liu and Li families have reached an agreement." Lin Chen's voice was calm. "Notify Qin Yi to take her men to Xiangcheng, Hubei Province, and prepare to take action. You are in charge of Zhengzhou, and I will go to Taicheng, Shandong Province. The three nuclear arsenals will be cleared simultaneously."

"When do we make our move?" Liu Feifei asked.

Lin Chen thought for a moment: "Three o'clock tomorrow morning. There are still seven hours before the next report, which is enough time for us to control the position and arrange manpower. You can set off now and infiltrate your positions in advance."

"Understood," Liu Feifei replied.

Lin Chen turned off the communicator and patted Yuanzai's head.

Yuanzai let out a low growl and sped up even more, heading south.

The night was thick. In less than an hour, the outline of Taicheng began to appear faintly in the darkness.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes. Yuanzai stopped at the foot of the mountain. He flipped off, put it into Creation Island, and flew alone towards the nuclear weapons site.

He found the entrance in less than ten minutes: a well-camouflaged natural cave, its entrance covered by snow and dead branches, so that it would go unnoticed if one did not know its location beforehand.

After waiting outside the cave until 3 a.m., Lin Chen began to sneak inside.

The cave is crisscrossed with passages, with a cave every three steps and a passage every five steps.

Anyone who discovers his trail or gets lost along the way will be controlled by his mental suggestions, either asking for directions or sending him away.

He arrived at the core activation room of the nuclear arsenal without any obstacles.

The room was brightly lit, and a dozen people were intently watching the monitor screen.

The man leading the group was in his fifties, with graying temples and an upright posture. Their eyes were fixed on the screen, completely unaware that someone had appeared behind them.

Lin Chen was already standing in the center of the room when they belatedly turned around.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the young man who had appeared out of nowhere.

The elderly man at the head of the group narrowed his eyes, his hand already pressing the alarm button on his waist, and asked warily, "Who are you?"

Lin Chen replied with a smile, "I am the Lin Chen you are looking for."

The old man's hand froze in mid-air, his expression changing drastically: "You're Lin Chen? What are you doing here...?"

Lin Chen shrugged: "Didn't you threaten me with a nuclear bomb? So of course I'm here to defuse it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man next to him rushed to the control panel, his finger pointing straight for the start button.

Lin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids before a bolt of lightning struck. Before the man could even touch the button, he was reduced to a charred corpse and fell straight down in front of the control panel.

Lin Chen yawned, slowly walked to the chair next to the control panel, sat down, and crossed his legs: "Hey, your Chen family is pretty impressive. You're the only ones who can make me work overtime in the middle of the night. Just for that, you should be proud of yourselves."

The elderly man at the head of the group had a livid face, and his fingers quietly slid towards the alarm at his waist.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm bell rang throughout the underground space, and hurried footsteps came from all directions.

In less than half a minute, the start-up room was completely surrounded by fully armed personnel.

The first rank, soldiers armed with riot shields and short knives, crouched and advanced, their shield wall forming a tight barrier. The second rank, with the dark muzzles of various heavy weapons, was aimed directly at Lin Chen.

The light reflected off the metal surface, casting a cold, hard glow, and the air was thick with the tense, almost frozen smell of gunpowder.

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces, a slight smile playing on his lips: "That's it?"