Dimensional Store System In Apocalypse

"Oh, wow! What an honor. I have no idea that the commander of the West Strand Division recognizes me from my voice alone. Unfortunately, we don't have the opportunity to speak to one another." said Zhang Qin Feng.

Although the intel they had in their hand was limited, it was more than enough for them to understand Zhang Qin Feng in his mannerism, ability, and attitude. They knew that Zhang Qin Feng was quite a suspicious individual, but they would have never guessed that he was a visitor from another world.

"Keep those flowery words to your own. Coming over here to retaliate and attacking us sneakily, is this all your group can do? I'm sure you have forgotten how you people escaped without even bringing extra clothes with you. How's life on the sea without supplies and rations?" the commander tried to pick a fight with Zhang Qin Feng while they're at it.

But he looked like he misunderstood something.

All those disadvantages he mentioned did not apply to Zhang Qin Feng at all. After all, Zhang Qin Feng had the magical Dimensional Travel with him, along with over hundreds of cubic meters worth of material, space, food with him.

Suppose his Dimensional Storage could even store a 500m class Jiaolong-01 inside comfortably. How could he even have the issue with space?

"From what I heard, you've been treating my people well in this past half a year. Since I've taken them back to our place now, I can't be unsporty to leave without a gift, correct? Please treat the missile I'm sending you as my farewell gift."

"Although it was too sudden, I hope you won't hate me for it." Zhang Qin Feng chuckled as the call disconnected.

From its look, they seemed to be taking advantage of the signal towers Wind Base Group erected all around the area. This is also why Zhang Qin Feng could easily hack into their communication channel.

Furthermore, they only found out that their communication was disrupted by Zhang Qin Feng when he was connected to their channel. Apparently, he was doing this on purpose to make him misjudge the arrival time of the missile.

"Brace for impact! Brace for impact!" the soldier's cry can be heard from all over the place as they're taking cover under solid walls and concrete.

"What happened?" the commander immediately asked. But it was too late.

"The missile, Sir! It's coming!" said the communication officer as a blinding flash of light came from the detonation point.

*BOOM!*

No mushroom clouds nor radioactive shockwaves appear after the explosion. But what came with the detonation was a blinding light comparable to a sun emerging on the southern part of this continent.

This time, the target was not the virus carriers but fellow clones who were trying hard to stay alive. The brightness from the Wolfram Light was like an announcement from the Wind Base Group that they had returned again.

And this time, they're fiercer, stronger, and can be ruthless if they're forced to do so.

While the light can be clearly seen from half a thousand kilometers away, the destruction it created was only a two-kilometer radius. Everything that could be burned was purified to the last drop of moisture.

But surprisingly, there's still plenty of survivors from this explosion.

It seems that their advanced version of the power suit can withstand both extreme heat and cold. Furthermore, even the Linebarrel Tank survived the blast with minimal damage on the tank's surface. After running a system check, only the outer part of their beam weapon suffered from the explosion. It can be repaired immediately after returning to their engineering factory.

And it seems that most of the survivors of this explosion were part of the military personnel. As for those more pitiful individuals, they're not as lucky.

It was estimated that 3,000 people were killed by Zhang Qin Feng's ICBM. And this figure only counted the people registered in their list. Slaves, informants, and others that were unregistered were not accounted for in this estimation.

The upper echelons of the West Strand Division were forced to re-evaluate Zhang Qin Feng and the Wind Base Group's ability once again. They have no idea that Zhang Qin Feng could retaliate this quickly after having his base destroyed and everything was taken away from him.

Meeting Hall, Reactive City.

This was a place inside one of the most protected buildings in the entire Reactive City. And deep inside this building is a particular room where only five people could access. And apparently, three out of the five were men, and the other two were women.

The five of them were the protectors behind the entire operation of this West Strand Division. Each of them had a physique on par with Zhang Qin Feng, which is at the peak of what a Grade-G Serum could provide.

Furthermore, unlike the others, they were already alive for over a decade as clones.

"Could the Vermilion Empress be the reason behind his comeback? Perhaps that colossal vessel had some secret that not even we know about." the first of the three male members asked.

"It's possible, and not at the same time. I think the chances this leader came across a rich material vein is more likely." said another female member. Surprisingly, she had an outer appearance resembling Satella.

"I think both chances are unlikely. From what we know, all the available raw materials are either hidden too deep or extracted by our predecessors to use for Space Expansion. How can there still be anything left?"

"Even if it did, would that be enough for him to build up his force in such a short time?" the second male member shared his opinion. He had Hoya's appearance on him. But different from Hoya, this upper echelon of the West Strand Division is already old enough to grow a mustache and beard on his face.

"Then... What is our verdict? Defend or attack?" said the second female member. Her question made everyone inside this meeting room consider carefully.

"Are we capable of sending the Feline Emperor to control the situation?" the third male member asked.. At the same time he mentioned the Feline Emperor, everyone had a different expression shown on their face.