2:00 AM.
Freeport Container Transshipment Terminal.
This was the heart of global logistics, handling trillions worth of goods every day.
Under massive floodlights, stacks upon stacks of containers formed an endless steel forest stretching for kilometers.
A black figure moved like a cat through the shadows, silently avoiding patrol guards as she infiltrated Zone F—the core yard.
Lin Chu wore a black tactical bodysuit and night-vision goggles. Looking at the towering steel jungle, a greedy curve formed on her lips.
In the apocalypse, this place would be the world’s greatest treasure vault.
And right now, the guards were dozing off, and the surveillance had blind spots.
This was a private all-you-can-eat buffet—just for her.
“Time to start.”
Lin Chu walked up to the first row of containers.
A white refrigerated container labeled “Cold Chain Express,” marked for export to Australia.
She placed her palm against the cold metal.
Her consciousness swept through it, and the spatial ability instantly returned the contents:
[Premium M9 Australian Wagyu, whole-cut steaks, 20 tons.]
“Good stuff.”
Her eyes lit up.
In the pre-apocalypse world, this kind of beef cost thousands per jin. In the apocalypse, it would become a legendary luxury no one could even dream of.
“Take it.”
With a thought—
The massive container, over ten meters long, warped slightly in space… and then vanished.
The stacked containers behind it began to collapse forward, but before they hit the ground—
“Take. Take. Take.”
Like playing a match-3 game.
Dozens of refrigerated containers filled with premium beef, bluefin tuna, and Boston lobsters disappeared within seconds.
If anyone had witnessed it, they would have thought they were hallucinating.
Those steel giants weighing dozens of tons vanished like soap bubbles.
After clearing the fresh goods area, Lin Chu moved deeper into the dry cargo section like an unstoppable predator.
It was basically a giant blind box zone.
Red containers: French Bordeaux wine—5,000 boxes. Enough for ten thousand parties in the apocalypse. Take.
Green containers: Thai royal-grade fragrant rice. Take.
Blue containers: New Zealand whole milk powder. Take.
Chocolate, canned food, pasta, olive oil…
She didn’t even have time to look closely.
She was a human vacuum cleaner.
If it was food, if it had a label, if it looked valuable—she took it all.
After emptying half the food district, she still wasn’t satisfied.
Her gaze shifted deeper into the heavy industrial zone.
There, under thick waterproof tarps, she found something that made her breathing quicken.
Caterpillar industrial-grade generator sets.
Twenty units.
One of these could power a small hospital. With all twenty combined, even if the apocalypse plunged the world into darkness, her home would stay brightly lit.
“Mine.”
She waved her hand—collected.
Next, nearby flatbed containers revealed a glimpse of military green paint.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Military Humvee H1s.
Armored, modified, still awaiting export.
Perfect apocalypse vehicles.
Behind them were heavy-duty trucks—monsters built for long-distance hauling in extreme conditions.
“This is exactly what I needed.”
Excitement crept into her voice.
“Take them all.”
Five modified Humvees, ten heavy-duty trucks, plus spare parts and tires—all vanished into the space.
Before she knew it, dawn began to break.
Lin Chu stood atop a container, removed her night-vision goggles, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
The F-zone had changed dramatically.
Huge empty gaps had appeared where container stacks once stood.
In a single night, she had emptied at least three thousand containers.
One-third of the port’s inventory—gone.
Its value? Beyond calculation. Enough to build her own small kingdom in the apocalypse.
She let out a satisfied breath.
“Burp—”
A strange sense of fullness hit her, like she had eaten too much.
“Not bad.”
She glanced at the patrol shift in the distance and quietly left the port.
“Goodbye, Freeport.”
“Thanks for the donation.”
Half an hour later, dawn broke fully.
When the morning manager arrived at Zone F, his coffee cup dropped and shattered.
He rubbed his eyes, then screamed:
“OH MY GOD!!!”
“Where are the goods?! The ten thousand tons of beef and wine?! The Humvees?!”
Chaos erupted across the terminal.
Police arrived. Investigations began.
But the surveillance footage showed nothing abnormal. No trucks. No cranes. No signs of movement.
Everything had simply… vanished.
It became Freeport’s greatest unsolved mystery:
The Ghost Theft Incident.
Meanwhile, the culprit was already sitting in a car, showered, dressed elegantly, heading to the airport.
Her next stop before returning home:
An oil refinery on the outskirts.
“I’ve got guns, I’ve got vehicles, I’ve got food.”
“Now I just need to fill the tanks.”
She smiled at the rising sun outside the window.