Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 199

Being underground made them lose all sense of time. The sunset came too quickly.

Though the tunnels had collapsed, some of the smaller ants managed to slip through the cracks and swarmed the train station, attacking the remaining Nether Bone Gang members.

These ants were injured, but perhaps due to the Ant Queen's fury, they were more aggressive than usual.

It was pure chaos.

It would have been easy to exterminate these ants, but the night had fallen, and it was hard to see them.

"Ants! Ants! Everyone, kill them!" came the panicked shout.

Ratatata.

"Where's Boss? Has anyone seen Boss?"

"There are too many of them!"

A wiry man with sharp features and a permanently hunched posture stood guard at the station master's room, where the laboratory was located. He was in charge in the absence of his boss, Mingsi.

He was the one who had informed Mingsi earlier about the appearance of the ant tunnels.

It was Ratfaced Gun. His nickname came from his rodent-like appearance. It was the same person Big Fang had mentioned in his confession.

Since Mingsi had gone to inspect the tunnels, Ratfaced Gun had remained in the room, guarding the lab.

Zhang Xin's ears were filled with the pleas of prisoners toward this man.

"Brother Gun! I've helped you with small things before. Can't you let me go for the sake of those favors?"

Ratfaced Gun laughed, amused. "Are you dumb? If I let you escape, my neck will be on the line. But don't worry, I'll burn paper money for you," he taunted.

"You bastard, you're as rotten as Mingsi! I hope the two of you suffer worse!" a prisoner shouted.

Ratfaced Gun threw a dagger at the cell. "Shut up! You'll end up as a dry corpse anyway, so act like one!"

The man pleading fell silent, his mouth clamped shut as the dagger narrowly missed.

Knock—

The smile on Ratfaced Gun's lips widened. "It seems like Boss is back. I'll make sure to report what you said to him. Ha ha ha!" He turned the knob and looked at the door.

"Who are you?" Ratfaced Gun exclaimed, dumbfounded.

The answer came in the form of a fist.

The prisoners watched in stunned silence as Ratfaced Gun collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. Unfamiliar figures entered the room.

Zhang Xin was just as surprised. What are they doing here?

The people on the other side were equally shocked.

"Uncle Zhang? How did you end up here?"

Outside, the others fell back. They were only united by mutual interests, with no loyalty to speak of. When they saw that the situation had turned bad and their boss was gone, they immediately shifted focus—prioritizing stealing the remaining supplies, vehicles, and weapons before fleeing.

The ants' exoskeletons were slightly heat-insulated, but their faint heat signatures could still be tracked by night vision goggles. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}