After leaving the Freeport container terminal, now in complete chaos, Lin Chu did not head straight to the airport.
She checked her navigation app. Twenty kilometers away in the suburbs was one of the largest strategic oil storage facilities in the country—Atlas Refinery.
That place stored the city’s lifeblood.
In the later stages of the apocalypse, a single liter of clean gasoline would be worth more than an equal weight of gold.
With fuel, generators could roar, air conditioners could run, and war machines could roar across the battlefield.
Without fuel, even the strongest fortress would be nothing more than a hot metal coffin.
“Since I’m already here, I might as well go all the way.”
Lin Chu told the driver, Jack, to stop at the wilderness outside the refinery.
“Wait here. Don’t turn off the engine.” She tossed him a stack of dollars. “I’m going to ‘take care of something.’”
Jack glanced at the barren wasteland around them and shrugged. Rich people had strange habits—but he understood money.
Under the cover of night and sparse bushes, Lin Chu moved like a nimble cat toward the refinery’s perimeter fence.
Security here was extremely tight, with searchlights sweeping back and forth.
But compared to what she had just done—robbing an arms depot and a massive port—this level of security was practically nonexistent.
Using her spatial ability’s instant displacement trick (absorbing a section of fencing, slipping through, then restoring it), she infiltrated the core storage zone without anyone noticing.
Standing beneath the massive white oil tanks, Lin Chu felt as small as an ant.
Each of these enormous cylindrical structures stored tens of thousands of tons of refined oil.
She placed her hand on the cold metal surface and “felt” the liquid inside.
“Space. Partition.”
In her mind, she carved out a separate storage zone labeled Liquid Storage Area, reinforced with a complete static seal to prevent fuel vapor from contaminating her food supplies like roasted duck and wagyu beef.
“Devouring mode—start!”
She closed her eyes and unleashed her will.
BOOM—(a mental resonance only she could sense)
To the outside world, nothing seemed to happen.
But in her perception, the oil levels inside the tanks were dropping at terrifying speed.
Diesel Zone (Generators & Trucks)
This was the priority. Her industrial generators were fuel monsters, and her trucks and Humvees all drank diesel.
Lin Chu drained five massive storage tanks in one go.
5,000 tons!
Enough to keep her generators running nonstop for a century.
Inside her space, a vast “diesel lake” formed—golden liquid suspended in midair, perfectly still, without a single drop spilling. It was breathtaking.
Gasoline Zone (Cars & Boats)
Next was high-grade 98-octane gasoline.
She didn’t take too much this time—just two tanks.
2,000 tons!
Enough to burn her sports cars and speedboats into scrap metal.
Lubricants
She didn’t spare the oil depot either—engine oil, gear oil, brake fluid…
These seemed insignificant, but in the apocalypse, when no repairs were possible, they were life-saving supplies.
“Take it. All of it!”
In just twenty minutes, Lin Chu silently drained about one-tenth of the refinery’s reserves.
Looking at the two massive floating “oil lakes” in her space, all her remaining anxiety vanished completely.
This was power.
This was the capital that allowed her to live better than an emperor in a collapsing world.
“BEEP—BEEP—”
An alarm suddenly blared from the control room.
“What’s going on?! Liquid levels in tanks 3 and 4 just dropped to zero!”
“Is the sensor broken?!”
“Check it! Hurry! Is there a leak?!”
Watching the refinery staff and guards rushing around in panic, Lin Chu lowered her cap and smirked slightly.
“So this is what they call… oil rats?”
She turned and disappeared into the faint light of dawn.
Back in the Chevrolet, Lin Chu carried a faint scent of industrial crude oil.
“Let’s go. To the airport.”
She leaned back in the seat and removed her cap, revealing a delicate but exhausted face.
Jack started the car and glanced at the rearview mirror.
“Miss Lin… the place you went to ‘take care of business’… has quite a strong smell.”
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”
Her voice was cold.
“Drive. Make it in time for the earliest flight. The car is yours.”
“YES, ma’am!!!”
Jack floored the accelerator.
The Chevrolet shot forward like an arrow.
Outside the window, Freeport blurred into the distance.
A city of chaos and sin waking up to a new morning.
Yet no one knew that its underground armory was empty, its port was hollowed out, and even its refinery had been partially drained.
And the culprit behind it all was now sitting quietly in the back seat, eyes closed, planning her final move before returning home.
Weapons secured. Fuel secured. Food secured.
Next—return home, and weave the final net called “bankruptcy” for that scumbag Gu Yan.
“Gu Yan…”
“Treasure the last few days of peace you have left.”
“The moment I land… your nightmare begins.”