Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 190: It’s our ’lucky’ day!

Prosperity Finance Bank was the largest bank in Pearl City, built on Bright Virtue Avenue, just a mile away from the underground supermarket and one and a half miles from the abandoned train station where the hideout of the Nether Bone Gang Lao Gong said to be.

Amid the decayed asphalt and crumbling buildings, lesser mutant ants and soldier ants could be seen sporadically scattered about.

At the end of the road, figures were locked in combat against these creatures.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

After ten rounds, the tungsten bullets finally pierced through the exoskeleton of a soldier ant.

"Yes!" Yu Baoyin and Feng Ran swiftly moved in to finish it off with their abilities.

"Earth Shield!"

"Ke!" The moment the soldier ant staggered, Yu Baoyin launched another attack at the same spot.

"Stone Barrage!" Sharp-tipped stones shot forward at high speed.

Tadada.

"Ke!" The soldier ant screeched in pain and retaliated with an acid spray attack.

Yu Baoyin instantly took cover behind Feng Ran.

Feng Ran pulled the exoskeleton shield from his back and raised it to block the acid.

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Without missing a beat, he conjured a massive fireball. "Flame Burst!"

The blazing attack strike the soldier ant's wounds, and with a final twitch, it collapsed lifelessly onto the ground.

Breathless and mentally exhausted, Yu Baoyin and Feng Ran exchanged a high five.

Meanwhile, Hei Qian and Bingwen were engaged with another soldier ant.

Hei Qian fired tungsten bullets at the ant's neck joint, creating a small hole.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Enraged, the soldier ant lunged at him in a powerful leap.

Hei Qian rolled aside just in time, dodging the snapping pincers, before quickly reloading his gun with acid bullets.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Ke!" The bullets struck the exposed flesh on its neck. The scent of burning meat filled Hei Qian's nostrils.

"Hei Qian! Get out of the way!" Bingwen shouted, rushing forward. He raised his black shield, blocking the incoming acid spray.

The soldier ant screeched in confusion—its attack had no effect.

"Ke!"

As the last drop of acid splashed harmlessly against the shield, Bingwen's arm turned metallic. With a roar, he delivered a crushing punch to the soldier ant's neck.

"Metal Fist!"

A sickening crack followed as the ant's neck bent at an unnatural angle. Green blood splattered all over Bingwen before the creature collapsed.

"That was awesome!" Feng Ran and Yu Baoyin cheered. "Hei Qian too!"

Hei Qian gave a faint smile.

Bingwen scratched his head. "That was nothing compared to those two."

He wasn't wrong.

Everyone fell silent, their gazes drawn toward Nanzhi and Lin Weihao's battle.

They didn't need tungsten bullets, acid bullets, or shields.

Those two moved like grim reapers—silent, efficient, and merciless.

"Ke!"

The road was now soaked in sticky green blood. The remaining ants were no longer trying to fight back. Instead, they desperately scrambled to flee.

Less than half an hour later, every ant in Bright Virtue Avenue had been exterminated.

The group arrived at Prosperity Finance Bank. Its once grand façade was now a moss-covered remnant of the past. The golden lettering above the entrance had mostly fallen off, and its revolving doors had long stopped turning—one panel was missing entirely, while another was jammed at an awkward angle.

"I don't sense any more ants," Nanzhi said after using Mental Exploration. Without hesitation, she destroyed the revolving doors.

Everyone followed her inside.

Once they were in, they saw a row of pried-open ATMs stood like hollowed-out carcasses to their left. On the right, shattered glass littered the floor beneath teller counters.

Bingwen and Hei Qian split off, heading toward the monitoring room.

Pushing past the teller counters, Nanzhi moved deeper into the bank. Beyond the main area lay a maze of cubicles and private offices once reserved for high-profile clients. The ceiling in some areas had partially collapsed.

At the end of the hallway, past the loan manager's office, a reinforced metal door stood, secured with a number pad and biometric scanner. The screen had long since died, but the door remained locked.

Nanzhi and Lin Weihao exchanged glances before pressing their shoulders against the heavy metal. With their combined strength, they forced it open.

Inside, rows of reinforced glass display cases gleamed under the dim light.

Nanzhi's eyes widened in excitement.

I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!

The cases were filled with jade collections—clearly collateral from major loans.

She wasted no time, swiftly sweeping everything into her inventory.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the monitoring room, Hei Qian noticed something peculiar.

A small hole.

He narrowed his eyes. What is this?

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Not far from the bank, another group of vehicles rumbled across the ruined streets.

Inside the leading car, a man in a leather jacket leaned forward, studying the tire marks on the ground.

"Brother Big Fang, I found tire tracks that match the ones we saw on Ashfall Street! The pattern is identical!"

Big Fang flicked the burnt-out cigarette from his fingers and narrowed his eyes.

Heh. Finally caught you.

Since yesterday, he had been driving around like a lost dog. His patience had worn thin.

His fists clenched. When he found those thieves, he would make sure to return the beatings he suffered under the boss's hands and avenge his brother's death.

"But Brother Big Fang, there's a problem," one of his men hesitated. "The tracks lead into an ant-infested area."

Big Fang sneered. "And? The boss gave me special medicine. Those ants won't be a problem."

He held up a small vial of dark liquid.

The moment his subordinates saw it, greed flashed in their eyes.

"Brother Big Fang, you're so lucky! Even after failing a mission, the boss still gave you that?!"

Big Fang smirked but said nothing.

The group wasted no time. They followed the tracks.

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After their successful looting, Nanzhi's group left the bank. She summoned the Land Rover.

Feng Ran stretched his sore muscles before taking a long sip of juice. He sighed in satisfaction and joked, "What exactly did you put in this juice? It's not contraband, right?"

Nanzhi flicked the back of his head. "Just drink."

Suddenly, both she and Lin Weihao stiffened.

Their heads snapped to the left.

Three off-road vehicles sped toward them, kicking up clouds of dust.

Their eyes narrowed.

At the front of the convoy, Big Fang grinned as his gaze landed on Nanzhi and Baoyin standing in the distance.

His eyes lingered on Nanzhi's figure, scanning her from head to toe. His lips curled into a sinister smile before he licked his lips.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here!" His voice dripped with malice. "I can't believe I stumbled upon some fresh meat. Fresh meat with pristine legs and beautiful faces!"

He laughed, tossing a glance at his men.

"Boys, it's our lucky day!"