The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

He only has one gun, and he's running out of bullets!

"Hack him to death!"

Because of the leader's ruthless methods and prestige, a dozen or so reckless gang members actually charged out with knives raised, howling.

As soon as they ran out of the fence, Lu Qianwei switched to an assault rifle and swept a burst of fire, instantly killing them all.

There's not much to say about what happened after that. When Lu Qianwei swaggered in with his gun, almost no one resisted.

Some with wicked intentions were shot down before they could even make a move. The only sounds in the stronghold were gunshots and screams, and then there was no more resistance.

One-Eyed Dragon hid behind the warehouse door where the goods were stored. Taking advantage of Lu Qianwei's inattention, he sneaked out with his gun, intending to shoot him in the back. But as soon as he showed half of his head, Lu Qianwei turned around and fired a shot that went straight through his chest. He fell to the ground dead.

With their leader gone, the remaining dozen or so terrified gang members all threw down their guns and knelt in the courtyard.

Lu Qianwei didn't even bother to look at these scumbags. He had Ah Gou lead the way to search for the stolen money and cars.

When he opened the warehouse door, Lu Qianwei couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The Iguana Gang has amassed quite a fortune over the years of robbing and plundering.

The warehouse was piled high with stolen rice, flour, oil, and gasoline, and four stolen pickup trucks were parked in the corner.

The innermost iron box was opened, revealing a box full of neatly stacked new banknotes issued by the government.

The stacks were neatly arranged and estimated to be worth several hundred thousand, enough for an average person to live on for more than ten years. There were also three small yellow croakers underneath, which were hard currency.

He was worried about not having local money and a car, and now he has both.

Lu Qianwei chose a modified black Toyota pickup truck with a powerful diesel engine, large off-road tires, and an extra-large auxiliary fuel tank.

We took the opportunity to drive on the bumpy, rutted road outside Saco.

After all, he didn't believe that a territory controlled by a terrorist organization would be used for road construction.

After having Ah Gou load the gasoline, money, and gold into the car, Lu Qianwei patted him on the shoulder and said, "Give him a gun. From now on, you're the boss here."

Whether you can maintain a stable position depends on your ability.

"By the way, if you dare to block my way and kill me again, I'll take you down the next time I come here."

After Lu Qianwei finished speaking, he turned around, opened the car door, shifted gears, released the handbrake, and the pickup truck slowly turned around and drove away in the direction of Sakho City.

After a bumpy two-hour drive along the mountain road, the sun had already set behind the western mountains, and the poisonous mosquitoes in the forest were already buzzing around.

Lu Qianwei caught a glimpse of a wooden sign with most of its paint chipped off standing by the roadside, from afar, where the words "Qianjin Service Area" could be vaguely discerned.

"A service area, huh? Perfect for taking a look and seeing how scarce resources are in this world."

As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel and drove into the parking lot.

Perhaps due to the prevalence of road bullies, the parking lot was sparsely occupied by only three or four long-haul trucks, with a few dark-skinned drivers squatting under the remaining dilapidated sunshades smoking.

When they saw Lu Qianwei drive in his brand-new, modified black pickup truck, they all looked up and glanced at him curiously before immediately lowering their heads and silently puffing out cigarette smoke.

The original two-story concrete building of the service area has lost most of its exterior tiles, and the windows facing the street have been boarded up, giving Lu Qianwei the feeling of being in the free United States.

Arriving at a shop, the owner was a short, stout middle-aged man with a blue "Good Citizen" armband issued by the U.S. government pinned to his arm.

He had initially greeted someone with a big smile when he saw them drive in a nice pickup truck, but as soon as he realized Lu Qianwei was from Dongbang, his smile vanished. He leaned against the greasy counter, wiping the glasses, and slowly asked what he wanted.

Lu Qianwei glanced at the greasy price list posted at the entrance, ordered a bowl of mixed vegetable and beef noodles, a braised egg, and half a pound of braised pig ears. Just as he was about to find a cleaner table to sit down, he heard the shop owner slowly announce the price: "Two hundred Youbi in total."

Lu Qianwei raised an eyebrow, looked up and pointed to the price list: "Noodles are twenty-five yuan, eggs are ten yuan, braised pig's feet are eight yuan, which adds up to less than fifty yuan, and you're selling it to me for two hundred?"

The shop owner slammed the cup-wiping cloth on the counter, a sneer on his lips: "The prices are for white people like us."

"Heh~ This is the price you Dongbang people pay for my food."

"how?

If you can afford that model of pickup truck, why can't you afford this little bit of money?

"Did you steal this car?"

Lu Qianwei remained silent, just watching him quietly. After a while, the fat shop owner suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

But not wanting to lose face in front of his employees, he raised his head and spoke even more aggressively, "Let me tell you, this area is under the management of U-Real, and I advise you not to mess around!"

"Eat if you want, or get out!"

"Don't get in my way!"

This kind of thing has long been an unwritten rule in the U-People controlled area. The Dongbang people are naturally inferior, and it's considered a favor if they raise prices on the spot. Anyone who dares to object will either be beaten half to death by the shop owner's gang and thrown out, and nothing will happen to them. Even if they are beaten to death, it's not the shop owner's fault.

"Hehe~" Lu Qianwei smiled at the shop owner and turned to leave, not bothering to get angry at all.

You're the U-Man, right? When he arrived in Sako City, he made those people kneel down and repent in front of the live broadcast.

"Tch! What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for!"

"You dare to drive around after stealing a car? You'll get arrested and thrown in jail sooner or later!" The shop owner shouted, jumping up and down behind the counter.

Lu Qianwei seemed not to hear, opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and planned to lie down for a while.

But just then, someone knocked on the car window.

Lu Qianwei opened the car door and saw a father and daughter.

The middle-aged man in front was thin but stood ramrod straight, clearly a former soldier.

The girl next to him, around seventeen or eighteen years old, wore a shirt, had her hair tied in a low ponytail, and had a pretty face, but her eyes were filled with wariness and a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Is there something you need?"

The middle-aged man pointed at the back of his pickup truck and asked, "Are those cans of gasoline strapped to your truck bed?"

"It's gasoline, what's wrong?" Lu Qianwei nodded in confusion.

The middle-aged man gave him a speechless look, as if to say, "You're really too bold." He said, "Are you new to running a delivery business? Don't you know that you need to be discreet about everyday necessities?"

"When you parked just now, two thugs from nearby villages were already eyeing your gas."

He then explained, "For those of us who haul goods, especially at night when we're not careful, someone might empty our fuel tanks."

"I see!" Lu Qianwei nodded, understanding the purpose of the father and daughter's visit.

Are you alone?

“Yes,” Lu Qianwei replied with a smile.

From the moment he first saw them, he recognized their identities.

The female protagonist, He Jiang, and her father, He Changfeng.

“It won’t do to leave valuables unattended at night,” He Changfeng said, pointing to the red Yunda not far away. “How about this, if you trust me, why don’t you park your car next to me? We can take turns keeping watch tonight, so you can get a few hours of rest.”

"In this world, oil is life itself, so we can't be careless."

"Thank you!" Lu Qianwei smiled as he looked at the other party's undisguised kindness.

"My name is Lu Qianwei. May I ask how I should address you, brother?"

He Changfeng laughed heartily, "My name is He Changfeng, and this is my daughter, He Jiang!"

Chapter 264 The Long Sword and the Storm 3

Night fell as expected, but He Changfeng and his daughter, knowing the food at the service area was terrible, did not enter the service area.

Lu Qianwei, who even charges ten yuan to use the toilet, decided to act like an uncivilized Indian.

Shu Chang returned to the car after relieving herself in the bushes, where He Changfeng and her daughter were picking up the instant noodle box.

They lifted the paper cover, and a rich aroma immediately filled the air.

He Changfeng took a deep breath, a long-lost look of ecstasy on his face. "It smells so good!"

"I haven't smelled this for years."

"Brother Lu, did you bring this instant noodles from China?"

These days they're rarely seen in the market here~

He picked up his fork, put the noodles in his mouth, chewed them carefully, and swallowed before sighing, "We long-distance drivers used to eat this to save time, but unfortunately we can't buy it anymore."

"Even if you could find it, it would be ridiculously expensive. It's better to just eat fried chicken!" He Jiang said while slurping.

Lu Qianwei opened his box. "So this kind of thing has become a scarce commodity?"

"You could say that."

I don't know about other places, but on the continent of Eurasia, it has indeed become a scarce resource.

"Was that geological disaster that serious?"

He Changfeng looked at Lu Qianwei with some surprise. What kind of family is this?

You don't know that?

"You just came from the University of Tokyo?"

"That's one way to understand it," Lu Qianwei nodded.

"No wonder, after the global disaster broke out, only our motherland was not affected much."

After a sigh, He Changfeng explained the situation of the Eurasia continent to Lu Qianwei.

"That geological disaster was nothing short of earth-shattering, causing sea levels to rise dramatically in various countries."

Many prosperous coastal regions and islands on the Eurasian continent have simply disappeared.

"Earthquakes, volcanoes, and climate change caused by crustal movements... Many grain-producing plains have cracked or become completely unusable for growing crops."

"It doesn't rain where it should, but the places where it shouldn't are flooded."

He Jiang ate his noodles quietly, and upon hearing this, he added in a low voice, "Originally, things wouldn't have been so bad, but too many people have been profiting from the national crisis. Fruits, vegetables, rice, cooking oil... have all become tools for capital monopolies to amass wealth."

"They decide when the price goes up and when it stops."

"Many things are not unavailable, but simply cannot be transported. The cost and transportation fees are disproportionate, and no one is willing to do this unprofitable business."

"Those white guys who occupied the city of Saco didn't come here to govern; they came here to make money."

"Now many food stalls are afraid to open because the protection money they pay isn't even enough to cover the cost of ingredients!"

He Jiang was full of complaints, but He Changfeng chimed in, "The shortage of supplies is all-encompassing; grain and oil are practically hard currency on this route!"