Chapter 832: Notice Opens

Lin Dui, what do you think that idiot is looking at?

"Clang!"

Iron sheets rolled onto the ground, scattering trash.

Zhang Tie casually tossed a can, glanced sideways at the contemplative Tai'er, and wiped his mouth.

On the altar, Lin An was inserting the last flag onto it, patiently waiting for the system to finish its countdown.

Hearing Xiong Hanzi's question, he casually replied:

"Maybe he's hungry?"

After such a long trial, although most Awakened Ones brought their own food, it's actually not enough, and the stingy system naturally wouldn't provide anything.

Even if a few lucky ones obtained spatial equipment, most would only dare to store trivial props in their bottom boxes.

So, Zhang Tie's wasteful usage made everyone present stare with envy.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

Just seeing Xiong Hanzi pull another bottle of cola from behind his butt, Lin An was speechless.

Where did that guy stash the Rat King's Ring I gave Zhang Tie?

Meeting Lin An's gaze, Zhang Tie suddenly seemed to understand something, a smug look appearing on his face:

"Lin Dui, I've attached the ring to my waist! That damn thing can't hold anything, I've stuffed it full of food!"

After saying that, he patted his own butt, beaming with joy.

The meaning was clearly telling Lin An that the ring doesn't have to be worn on the hand; you just need to touch it with a finger when using it.

He also counted as having found a loophole that isn't really a loophole.

After hearing that, Lin An gave the smug Xiong Hanzi a deep look.

At the moment Zhang Tie patted his waist, he admitted he had overthought it.

Suppressing his thoughts, with the countdown not long, Lin An somewhat eagerly opened the system panel.

In the points column, the points as high as 17768 appeared unusually exaggerated.

Obtaining an SSS-rank skill is already a certainty; I just don't know what the global first-place reward will be..

Capital Military Region, Special Incidents Response Center.

Seventy-seven meters underground, Nie Ping frowned tightly, sitting upright on a simple metal chair.

Above, the ceiling exposed gray-white concrete; the room's walls were simply coated with a layer of white paint.

The lighting was dim, and the cramped space's decor was extremely shabby.

Aside from a pot of plastic fake flowers and a table, there was nothing else.

Everything looked as if one were in a civil defense project from the 1970s.

"Chu An, are you sure Lin An can really achieve what you said?"

"I've already boasted about it; I even told that kid Zhang Yong to follow along and work."

"The disaster is about to start... I don't know if you've seen those messages."

"I'm afraid, this is a..."

Facing the rough, hand-assembled walkie-talkie in his hand, Nie Ping couldn't help but speak up.

His thoughts were heavy.

The thing in his hand that looked like a walkie-talkie was specially traded for by Chu An.

It is said that this device has a built-in psionic module, allowing messages to be sent without relying on communication channels, equivalent to a simple radio station.

Playing with the strange head-shaped gadget in his hand, Nie Ping couldn't help but feel some emotion while waiting for Chu An's reply.

This thing, as soon as he got it in his hand, he coveted it; if the whole army could be equipped with it, how much stamina would be saved?

"I'm sure."

As always, Colonel Chu responded like a stiff robot, calmly:

"I need you to trade for 15 tons of enriched uranium (235), 12 neutron sources, the * ore coordinates within Dongshan, and your latest captured self-destructing zombies..."

A string of information was reported, hearing it Nie Ping's face first turned deathly pale, then grew solemn, and finally became extremely grim.

"Stop!"

"Chu An, are you crazy or am I? Do you think the military region is your family's business!?"

"Never mind the rest, the first two are absolutely impossible to give you! Don't even talk about giving you this stuff! If half a year ago you dared to think about this, you'd be begging for a bullet!"

He, who rarely gets angry and keeps his emotions hidden, almost couldn't hold back from cursing.

What a joke, the things Chu An wants are enough to make over a dozen warheads!

Suppressing the urge to scold, hearing the other side repeat the second time without any excessive self-feeling, Nie Ping took a deep breath and held his forehead:

"What do you need these things for? That brat Lin An already made a few, didn't he? Don't think I don't know you have authorization!"

He sighed.

"The rear supplies aren't impossible to provide, but you also need to trade for Long'an Base's psionic constructions."

"You also know the situation in the capital; on the front lines, we rely on manpower to transport supplies..."

Thinking of the news from the front, Nie Ping's voice involuntarily sank.

Supplies, fuel, ammunition, food... everything is lacking.

If it weren't for the opening of the trade channel, each warzone could still squeeze out a little supplies to transfuse; the city has already begun to see cases of starvation deaths.

Suppressing his emotions, Nie Ping sighed again:

"Chu An."

"If I were to get the first two for you, wouldn't you believe I'd be hanged on the city wall the next day for treason?"

"You really think I, a retired old man, still have any use..."

Moreover, you should be very clear about where you are now... Even if we give you these, what price do you think the higher-ups would demand Lin An to pay before they agree?

The situation was already delicate; internally, some people were actually restless..

I've also heard that those foreign war zones are quite troublesome..

On the other end of the communication, Chu An kept his previous tone, lightly replying:

I know.

I don't expect you to handle it, but you can go find Xiahua.

As for what to use, it's probably to remodel it into a spiritual energy nuclear weapon...

What!?

On the other end of the communication, Nie Ping stared in shock; before he could even ask in surprise, he heard Chu An continue speaking:

You don't need to worry about the trial.

Believe me, once the trial ends, everything will be different...

The time is about right... it should be... now..

Nie Ping unexpectedly heard Chu An's words, always feeling there was hidden meaning.

The next second.

Above the entire Capital Military Region, a terrifying power suddenly appeared and spread rapidly.

That boundless, matchless pressure made one's heart tremble.

It was as if some great change had come from the heavens, like the day the apocalypse began.

On the walls built of metal concrete, tens of millions of frontline soldiers stared blankly ahead.

The world seemed to fall silent.

The corpse tide that had been advancing suddenly froze eerily, like a machine that lost power.

In the high altitude, the pilot responsible for scouting movements looked incredulously at the ground.

Not just the Capital War Zone.

In the distance, the connected corpse tide froze as if time had stopped.

It was as if waiting for a voice to appear.

In an instant, at the top of the trial tower detached from the real world, a burst of energy surged, breaking the heavens.

A cold, yet unusually familiar voice sounded:

"Global announcement: This trial has ended."

"The first place in this trial goes to the Huaxia War Zone!"

"The highest reward: exemption from disaster progress 100%, duration: 8760 hours!"

"Pa-da"

Inside the room, the metal block resembling a walkie-talkie slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.