Chapter 1008: and translation of chapter title

"Lin Dui, where should we go first? Want to send a message to Tai'er?"

"If he knew you were coming, he'd probably be excited to death."

Standing behind Lin An, Xiong Hanzi glanced at the surroundings, then boredly started gnawing on a chicken leg.

He, like Lin An, underwent a disguise under Milai's scalpel.

Lin An became a handsome youth, somewhat mixed-race, thus misleading people's identity judgment as much as possible.

And he became a burly man with thick hair.

Zhang Tie felt uncomfortable all over as he touched his newly grown 'hair'.

"Go straight to the church."

"Don't call me Lin Dui in front of outsiders; if there's anything, say it on the squad channel."

"As for Tai'er... no need to look for him for now."

After giving a few simple instructions, Lin An could only helplessly give Xiong Hanzi a rundown due to his carefree nature.

Since we chose to disguise our identities, we naturally need to get the details right.

Otherwise, I'd have to silence every survivor I meet.

It would just add killing; there's no need unless it's critical.

Telling Tai'er I've come would expose my whereabouts. Before leaving Soviet Russia, Lin An doesn't plan to contact Tai'er.

When leaving, if there's a chance to extort something, that'll do.

Of course, if we can't extort anything, it doesn't matter; after all, the Soviet front is so poor it could drive mice away.

"Got it!"

After discarding the finished chicken leg, Xiong Hanzi satisfiedly let out a belch, though his eyes held a hint of regret.

He loves making friendly contact with other survivors; following Lin Dui, he always manages to extort something great.

Zhang Tie smacked his lips, habitually touched his head, and asked in a deep, muffled voice:

"Then, Lin Dui, how do we get there?"

"By car? I looked at the map here, and that damned place seems thousands of kilometers away..."

"We'd have to drive for days and nights..."

"I say, let Yun Tian kid work a bit harder and just send us to the destination."

Xiong Hanzi had just finished speaking when Lin An gave a light chuckle:

"The psychic fighter can't support that long; Yun Tian will need to do some repairs when he returns."

"As for how we'll get there..."

"Just take a transport ship."

Having said that, Zhang Tie looked at Lin An's casual expression, first stunned, then suspiciously fixed his gaze on Lin An's right hand:

"A transport ship?"

"Lin Dui, is your ring that big? I remember when I searched your ring last time, it was full of weapons and ammo; I couldn't even stash food in there."

Facing Zhang Tie's doubt, Lin An merely shook his head slightly.

With Zhang Tie's small brain, he probably couldn't imagine what he would do.

Without further explanation, he simply said calmly:

"Just make a direct trade."

After saying that, Lin An waved his right hand; a second later, a white light flashed, and he directly sent a trade request toward Long An.

"Bang!"

Moments later, a roughly seventeen-meter-long 'sightseeing transport ship' suddenly appeared before us.

Driving is unrealistic; trading for fighter jet fuel is a problem. Besides the experimental psychic fighter, other more refined fighters, though barely usable under psychic tech, are hardly suitable for long-range raids—any slight issue would cause mid-air disintegration.

Lin An had already figured out how to handle this.

The Secret Realm's 'sightseeing ship' is thick-skinned and durable—perfect for the job.

The ground sank; Xiong Hanzi stared at the brand-new transport aircraft appearing before his eyes, momentarily stunned.

It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening.

"Holy shit, Lin Dui."

"This trade function can be used like this?!"

Clicking his tongue in amazement, he touched the transport ship's thick metal hull and couldn't help recalling his ordeal inside the Secret Realm.

Back then, taking this thing down required Ascetic Practitioners to act as human cannonballs.

Looking at the transport aircraft before him, Lin An smiled, said nothing, then opened the cabin and climbed into the pilot's seat.

Xiong Hanzi's surprise is normal.

Using the trade function to transport materials is actually not hard to think of.

The hard part is that nobody is willing to do it.

Cross-zone trading and transfer require such a huge cost that it makes ordinary Awakened ones click their tongues.

Taking the Soviet front as an example, the transport ship Lin An 'sold' them—just the trade-transfer cost alone would make a Third Rank wish to sell himself into slavery.

Globally, probably only Lin An dares to ignore these costs just for convenience.

If other front leaders saw this, they'd likely silently curse a filthy rich dog, 'money' so abundant they have nowhere to burn it.

With the engine's roar, the transport ship slowly rose.

Sitting in the cabin, Lin An multitasked, pondering the route while channeling the Cataclysmic Power.

From first grasping the Cataclysmic Power to now, his method of strengthening it has become ever more proficient.

In about a month, with the Starcaller set, his overall attributes will increase by roughly twenty-three points.

This is unimaginable for any third Fourth Rank.

As attributes increase, bringing more spiritual energy and control power, his strength will, after passing the preliminary enhancement Fourth Rank stage, directly usher in a burst.

As time goes on, his strength will become more terrifying, and his enhancement speed will increase exponentially, until even he cannot imagine it.

With a hint of anticipation for the future, Lin An glanced toward the ground beneath his feet.

As the clouds drifted by, the Soviet‑characteristic permafrost layer was covered with patches of bluish‑white vegetation.

The scattered rocks were jagged, and at a rough glance it looked like an endless plain.

Located at the border between Outer Mongolia and the Soviet Union, this place feels far more desolate than the Huaxia war zone; looking around, the nearest human constructions are at the horizon.

The land is vast and sparsely populated; accordingly, the number of zombies is also much lower.

Withdrawing his gaze, Lin An quickly locked onto a direction based on the map in the intelligence.

East‑west direction, Thunder Spear Safe Zone, medium‑sized.

On the map, near the blue‑marked Safe Zone, two third Fourth Rank mutants roamed, and there was a location suspected of holding blue Equipment.

First go to the Safe Zone to accept the war zone mission, and by killing Mutants to reach third Fourth Rank advanced, then go to the Death God set dungeon.

This maximizes efficiency.

With the target confirmed, the modified blood corpse transport vehicle accelerated after a shake.