In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Time: Day 10 of the apocalypse countdown.

The truth will eventually come out.

Images of the USS Ronald Reagan disappearing spread like wildfire across the dark web and major social media platforms.

Although the White House has tried desperately to delete posts, ban accounts, and even cut off civilian internet access in some areas, the panic is like a flood that has burst its banks and cannot be contained.

The first thing to collapse was not Wall Street stocks, but people's hearts.

When the news of "a super shelter under construction in Great Xia" and "the Yellowstone volcano about to erupt" created a chemical reaction, the Western elites, who were originally observing, instantly tore off all their pretenses.

Private jets were crowding the flight paths, all heading in the same direction: eastward.

Northwestern border of the Great Xia Dynasty, at the Pamir Plateau pass.

This place, once a vital passage connecting East and West, has now become a pot of boiling porridge.

The highway, stretching for tens of kilometers, was jammed with all sorts of luxury cars, cars with diplomatic license plates, and even military trucks.

The cold wind howled, but it couldn't dispel the almost frozen anxiety and fear here.

"We need to see your manager! Now! Immediately!"

Standing before the barbed wire fence, EU envoy Leblanc waved documents in his hand, his face flushed and neck red as he roared at the checkpoint:

"This is a crime against humanity! You cannot close your borders! According to the International Human Rights Conventions and the UNHCR Wartime Regulations, you must accept these asylum-seeking civilians unconditionally!"

Behind him were tens of thousands of "commoners" who had gathered.

Some of them wore bespoke suits, some dragged LV suitcases, and most were heavily armed mercenaries, escorting the families of Western tycoons.

Inside the sentry post, border defense regiment commander Zhao Gang rested his hand on his holster, his eyes as cold as ice: "Step back. This is a military restricted area. Anyone who crosses the line will be killed without mercy."

"You dare?!"

LeBron pointed at Zhao Gang's nose, spitting as he spoke, "I am the EU's special envoy! Behind me stands the core of Western civilization! Does your Great Xia want to be isolated on this planet? If you don't open your sanctuary, we will impose sanctions! Even... military intervention!"

Behind LeBron, the gun barrels of several Challenger main battle tanks were slowly turning.

Threat.

A naked threat.

This tactic used to work, but today, Zhao Gang just sneered and was about to order the entire regiment to enter a state of high alert.

boom!!!

A sonic boom that ripped through eardrums suddenly exploded in the sky.

A jet-black, streamlined fighter jet tore through the clouds, creating a terrifying sonic boom, and hovered vertically above the border line like a black lightning bolt.

The hatch slid open, and a figure leaped out.

"Bang!"

The tactical boots landed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He slowly stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, and glanced at the dark mass of people in front of him.

"Advisor Su!" Zhao Gang snapped to attention and saluted.

Su Ran returned the greeting, then turned around and looked at LeBron, who was still in a daze.

"I heard you're going to impose sanctions on us?"

Su Ran picked at her ear, completely ignoring the other person.

LeBron swallowed hard. Su Ran's imposing aura made him instinctively take a half step back, but he still forced himself to maintain his composure.

"Mr. Su, now that you're here, let's be frank. The Great Xia's underground city project requires global resources. In exchange, we need fifty million slots. That's fair."

"What if they don't give it to me?"

"Then we reserve the right to use nuclear weapons to break down the barriers."

LeBron James revealed his true intentions, his eyes turning sinister. "No matter how strong Great Xia's defense system is, it can't withstand a saturation nuclear strike. We all die together, or we all live together—choose one."

Western journalists in the vicinity frantically pressed their shutters, broadcasting this historic moment live to the world via satellite.

The whole world is waiting for Daxia's answer.

To compromise or to destroy?

Su Ran smiled, a very bright smile.

"A nuclear strike?"

Su Ran took a step forward, staring intently at LeBron. "You think you have control over those launch buttons? Your high-ranking officials have long since hidden in underground bunkers. You're just the ones who have been abandoned."

LeBron's expression changed drastically.

"You...you..."

LeBron pointed at Su Ran, his hand trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

"Don't point at me, I don't like it."

Su Ran reached out and brushed his fingers away. "As for the resources you mentioned..."

He raised his hand, pointing towards the winding border highway and the snow-capped mountains behind it.

"Space, release."

He silently recited it in his heart.

Over the past two weeks, in order to excavate twelve super underground cities, the Great Xia Engineering Corps has unearthed hundreds of millions of tons of rock and waste soil.

With nowhere to throw these things away, Su Ran casually collected them into a corner of her space to gather dust.

Now is the time for garbage sorting.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, a... truly a mountain, appeared out of nowhere and cascaded down from the void!

When the smoke cleared, everyone was stunned.

The once wide mountain pass road has disappeared.

Instead, a towering earthen mountain, fifty meters high and stretching for several kilometers, completely blocked the border of the Great Xia.

Physically seal off the door.

"What...what kind of demonic witchcraft is this?!"

LeBron collapsed to the ground, staring at the "Wall of Sighs" that had appeared out of nowhere, his mental defenses completely crumbling.

Su Ran stood at the foot of the "mountain", with her back to the high wall and facing the cameras broadcasting live worldwide.

"Listen up, everyone."

His voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, echoed through the high-altitude pass and reached every corner of the world.

"The Great Xia does not support idlers, much less ungrateful wretches."

"When you were blocking technology, did you not expect this day to come? When you were erecting trade barriers, did you not expect this day to come?"

Su Ran took out a compressed biscuit from her pocket, took a bite, and ate it with relish.

"I know what you're thinking. You think we've stockpiled so much food, what's wrong with sharing a little?"

"I can tell you definitively."

Su Ran swallowed the biscuit, patted the crumbs off her hands, and her eyes suddenly turned fierce like a wolf.

"None of our supplies were taken for free; they were produced by our people working tirelessly, tightening their belts!"

The world is deathly silent.

In front of the screen, countless people of Great Xia were moved to tears, feeling as if the resentment that had been suppressed in their chests for a hundred years was finally released at this moment.

Cool!

That was so fucking satisfying!

"certainly,"

Su Ran changed the subject, her gaze sweeping over a few inconspicuous figures in the crowd. "I'm not an unreasonable person either. The gates of Great Xia are not completely welded shut."

"Tickets exist, but they're not in the hands of politicians and tycoons like you."

Su Ran held up two fingers.

"First, top scientists. Those with expertise in mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology, regardless of nationality, can bring three immediate family members with them as long as they pass our S-level assessment."

"Second, those who bring top-of-the-line industrial machine tools, rare mineral raw materials, or rare antiques can exchange them for temporary residency rights."

"As for the others..."

Su Ran turned around, jumped onto the fighter jet, and waved downwards, saying, "Before disaster strikes, dig yourself a hole. Remember to dig deep; this is my last piece of advice."

The "Mysterious Maiden" fighter jet emitted a blue tail flame as it soared into the sky and disappeared into the eastern horizon.

Only the desperate Western elites were left, wailing in anguish at that insurmountable mountain.

"No!! I'll pay a billion dollars! Let me in! I'm a nobleman!"

"I have oil fields! I have gold! I want to see your leaders!"

However, all they received in response were the cold muzzles of the border guards' guns and the silent Wall of Sighs, which marked the boundary between life and death.

……

Jade City, Command Center.

Looking at the chaotic yet satisfying scene on the screen, Li Guodong lit a cigarette.

"You little brat..."

He exhaled a smoke ring, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his face. "He's just unleashing all the hatred he's held in his life today."

Su Ran's holographic projection appeared beside the conference table, looking tired, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"The more debts you have, the less you worry; the more lice you have, the less they itch. I will never let one of these bloodsucking elites in!"