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

Tamaki, the highest-level operations conference room.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

On the huge electronic screen, the video of Su Ran taking away the armored vehicle was playing on a loop, slowed down countless times, with each frame being repeatedly analyzed by top experts.

There is only one conclusion: it cannot be explained, but it truly exists.

At both ends of the long table sat fierce military generals and academic luminaries.

These experts, who were originally the biggest believers in logic and data, now have their values ​​shattered and even their breathing is tinged with self-doubt.

"The laws of physics are a joke in front of this kid."

The chief academician of the Longke Academy took off his glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and his voice revealed a fanaticism born from despair.

"There are no energy fluctuations, no magnetic field distortions, not even a trace of quantum leaps. It's just gone, completely gone."

"Can it be replicated?"

A general wearing a gold star had a deep voice and sharp, piercing eyes.

The academician shook his head bitterly: "This is beyond the scope of our civilization. Only a god could do this."

The conference room fell into a deathly silence, a mixture of fear and a strange, indescribable excitement.

Apocalypse. Rebirth. Infinite space.

If these words were spoken yesterday, they would have been considered the ravings of a mentally ill person.

But now, that missing armored vehicle video is a heavy hammer that shatters the materialistic worldview.

The elderly man sitting at the head of the table, Chu Shanhe, had snow-white hair, but his back was as straight as a drawn steel knife.

He bent his knuckles and tapped lightly twice on the mahogany table.

"Tap, tap."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly silencing the noisy conference room.

"You've all seen the video, and you've all seen the psychological assessment and aptitude test reports. The future intelligence provided by Comrade Su Ran may sound like a fantasy, but even the world's most advanced lie detection technology cannot disprove it."

"Psychological intervention experts, after comprehensive evaluation, believe that the reliability is as high as 99.99%."

The old man's gaze swept over everyone present, his voice steady and powerful, carrying a calm and collected air.

"Since the end times are coming, then let's face them! Our nation has endured for five thousand years; what storms haven't we weathered?"

Just then, the red encrypted phone in Li Guodong's hand lit up.

"Commander, Comrade Su Ran requests a video link."

"Bring them in."

The large screen flickered, and Su Ran's young yet overly composed face appeared.

"Greetings, Commander! Greetings, fellow leaders!"

Su Ran remained composed and dignified, her gaze seemingly piercing through the screen, looking directly at everyone present.

"Comrade Xiao Su."

The old man's gaze was intense. "We acknowledge your capabilities. But your plan is too ambitious. I have a question for everyone here: why must you 'empty' the strategic reserves now?"

Wouldn't it be the same to leave these supplies where they are, establish defenses, and hold them off? This kind of large-scale relocation is essentially draining the nation's resources.

Upon hearing this, Su Ran gave a bitter smile.

"It cannot be defended. Before the red rain, all beings are equal."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm: "In my previous life, on July 15th, red rain fell for seven consecutive days. In the first week after it ended, a zombie horde erupted, and densely populated cities would fall completely within 72 hours. Then, in the second week, the zombie horde would rise to another level."

"Currently, most strategic reserves and military factories are located in easily accessible plains or around cities. Once the apocalypse begins, more than 80% of these areas will become 'no-man's lands.'"

Su Ran paused, her eyes sharpening. "We can't possibly build perfect defenses for every outpost. If we don't move now, in a month, all this food, ammunition, and production lines will become graveyards for zombies and mutated beasts. We won't even have a chance to get close."

"That's a no-man's-land, sir. A true death zone."

"The only way to survive is to build underground fortresses equipped with internal air circulation before the apocalypse begins, to prevent the Red Rain virus from invading. As long as we survive the initial indiscriminate effects of the Red Rain, we can use the preserved productivity to launch a counterattack and rebuild civilization!"

The conference room was deathly silent.

Everyone understood.

This isn't infrastructure construction; it's rescuing the spark of civilization.

The old man closed his eyes and remained silent for a full five seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, a resolute and powerful force ignited in those cloudy eyes.

"It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't! We can't gamble the lives of 1.4 billion people on a one in ten thousand chance of it being false!"

The old man suddenly stood up, braced himself on the table with both hands, and exuded an aura of authority:

"I command!"

Swish!

Everyone stood up, the sound of military boots hitting the ground in unison, like a muffled thunderclap.

"Activate the highest-level emergency response in the Great Xia Dynasty—codenamed 'Peach Blossom Spring'!"

"First, regardless of the cost or consequences, mobilize all national resources for a frenzied stockpiling!"

"Second, establish the 'Peach Blossom Spring Command Center' to have full authority over the planning and construction of the safe zone, with Comrade Su Ran serving as special advisor and possessing supreme authority over the allocation of resources!"

"Third, all strategic grain depots, strategic meat reserve depots, and national pharmaceutical reserve depots are to be unlocked! They are to be unconditionally open to Comrade Su Ran! Even if he wants to move my office, we'll dismantle and reassemble it for him!"

A fierce fire ignited in the old man's eyes, a resolute determination and courage unique to this ancient nation.

"Comrade Su Ran wants to take this whole country with him? Fine! Then we'll cooperate!"

"We want to create a paradise for hundreds of millions of people, a haven from the wind and rain!"

"Did you understand?!"

"yes!!!"

The roar soared into the sky, and the state apparatus began to roar into action!

……

Three hours later.

A national strategic grain reserve in North China.

A convoy of unmarked black vehicles, escorted by armed helicopters, sped up and stopped in front of the reservoir gate.

Su Ran pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Although he had memories of his past life, he was still shocked by the scene before him as he stood there.

This is a giant granary that stretches like a mountain range.

Towering cylindrical silos stand between heaven and earth, each silo tens of meters high, a marvel of the fusion of human industrial and agricultural civilization.

Millions of tons of wheat and rice are stored here.

In their past lives, a dozen survivors would fight tooth and nail over a bag of moldy flour.

And now, this entire "golden mountain" is right in front of Su Ran.

"Comrade Su Ran."

Li Guodong had already changed into a combat uniform and was standing beside Su Ran.

This veteran, who had seen countless storms, felt a tightness in his throat as he looked at the endless granaries before him.

He did not expect his superiors to react so quickly and to immediately formulate a special plan.

"This is Warehouse Area No. 1, with a total grain storage of 150 million tons. At normal transportation speed, even if transported by train, it would take several days and nights to get there."

Li Guodong looked at Su Ran, his eyes filled with both anticipation and a hint of disbelief and trepidation: "Are you sure you can do it? This isn't just an armored vehicle, it's a mountain-moving machine."

The soldiers on guard around him also curiously stole glances at the young man.

The higher-ups gave them a strict order to be on high alert, just to protect this seemingly ordinary young man?

And they want to "disappear" this entire granary of grain?

This is too fantastical!

Su Ran didn't waste any words.

He took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of rice.

In his nose, this was the most primal taste of life.

"Moving mountains?"

Su Ran laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh, her eyes gleaming with a wild light.

"Team Leader Li, you may still have some misunderstanding about the word 'infinite'."

After saying that, he strode toward the nearest giant silo.

He reached out and placed his palm on the cold metal exterior.

Consciousness spread instantly.

pack.

locking.

Consciousness surged and spread like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the steel behemoth and the mountain of golden wheat grains inside.

[Target locked: Grain depot.]

Completeness: 100%

[Containment initiated.]

"receive!"

A low shout escaped his lips.

boom!

A muffled, loud bang exploded—a sonic boom caused by the instantaneous removal of air!

Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

That colossal silo, tens of meters high and towering like a pagoda, along with the thousands of tons of grain inside...

Vanished into thin air!

The setting sun, which had been blocked by the silos, suddenly poured down without any obstruction, stinging everyone's eyes.

All that remained was a huge circular foundation and dust swirling in the air.

"Oh My God……"

A young soldier's hand trembled, and his rifle strap almost slipped off. His mouth opened so wide it could fit a fist.

Li Guodong gasped, his scalp tingling.

Is this... the power of God?

But it's not over yet.

Su Ran did not stop walking.

He walked toward the next silo as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

We walked to the second silo.

Touch it, and it disappears.

The third.

Touch it, and it disappears.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a series of loud bangs, the granaries that symbolized the nation's heritage disappeared one after another from the horizon, like pencil drawings erased by an eraser!

five minutes.

Just five minutes.

The once densely packed No. 1 warehouse area has been transformed into a vast, empty flat area!

15 tons of grain, all of it in revenue!

Su Ran stopped walking, not even a drop of sweat on her forehead.

He turned around and looked at Li Guodong and his soldiers, who had already turned to stone.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting his shadow long and thin.

He brushed the dust off his hands and said softly:

"Team Leader Li, where's the next stop?"

Li Guodong's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

Looking at the empty warehouse area, his fear of the apocalypse suddenly dissipated by more than half.

Instead, an unprecedented fervor and passion emerged.

With such means in place and the full support of the state, we have the means to achieve this.

The end times?

Screw the apocalypse!