Chapter 970: Lin An's Disaster

Space transfer command.

After 10 seconds of use, it generates an inter-zone transfer array, each time capable of transferring up to 10 people and 10 tons of supplies.

Lin An calmly explained the past.

He could imagine what expression Tel had on the other end of the silence.

Outside the command room of the Soviet War Zone.

Tel stared fixedly at the prop information Lin An sent, his mind filled with shock.

Although it wasn't high-end equipment, nor a large-scale destructive prop.

But the two words 'transfer' attracted his gaze like a black hole.

It can transfer people, transfer supplies, and even cross zones...

It might be meaningless in combat, but in strategic retreat, this thing is practically a divine artifact!

Damn it!

How does Lin An have something like this!?

Cursing quietly, with his years of military experience, he naturally could see the true value of this prop.

But...

Regaining his composure, Tel furrowed his brows:

"Space transfer can indeed avoid monster pursuit."

"But only 10 people..."

He couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

If he were trapped somewhere, this would truly be a lifesaver, but the limit of 10 people is like a drop in the bucket for the current situation.

He wants to bring out millions of survivors...

If it were just a few people, he and another third-rank could each take one, no need to ask for help.

Just as he finished asking, Lin An chuckled lightly and sent a message:

"Who told you that a limit of 10 people means you can only transfer 10?"

"It transfers 10 people at a time; you can start another after each transfer."

"Six times per minute, that's 60 people per minute, 3,600 per hour, 86,400 per day."

"From now on, prioritize transferring the slowest survivors to safe points; the others can escape in stages."

"Transfer while fleeing; I don't believe you can't last even two days."

After a brief pause, Lin An quickly gave his plan and continued:

"Wanting zero loss is unrealistic."

"Your real crisis is that survivors flee too slowly; most can't shake off monster pursuit, and escaping anywhere is useless."

"Once the mission drags on to failure, a large number of third-rank will appear, accelerating casualties."

"But as long as you retreat in batches in opposite directions, without the slow dragging you down, actually holding out a few days won't be a problem."

"You could even detonate nuclear bombs nearby; after all, just buying a few days is enough."

"That amount of radiation won't have too great an effect on the Awakened Ones."

"Three to four days of escape time is enough to transfer most of the weakest survivors."

"And the rest, can't they still run?"

Without waiting for Tel's reply, Lin An sent another picture:

"You should have transport planes, right?"

"If not enough, Long An here can trade some transport planes. These newly developed transport planes can ignore spiritual interference, and long-distance flight is no problem."

Message sent.

The picture shows exactly the production line moved from the Secret Realm world, once used to transport blood corpses—the 'sightseeing airship'.

Its interior is extremely rudimentary, basically just a flying shell. When Lin An first entered, he was also 'dumbfounded'.

But precisely because of that, the cost of such sightseeing airships is terrifyingly low.

Just Long An alone has produced no fewer than four hundred of these. One transport plane, squeezed, can hold seventy or eighty people with no problem.

In Tel's eyes, the escape operation is extremely difficult, but in Lin An's view, it's ridiculously simple.

On the other end of the comms, Tel had his mouth half-open, as if he could see queues of survivors diving into the transfer array, disappearing in a swish.

Lin An's plan sounds like it might actually work...

He swallowed dryly.

After a moment's thought, his heart burned hot.

Three days.. no problem!

After sending off most of the weakest ordinary people, the remaining first-rank Awakened Ones still run a bit faster than zombies.

Running while transferring, maybe they can really scatter and all escape!

As for the earlier worry about monster pursuit, that can be completely ignored.

Transferring a few hundred or even a few thousand kilometers at once, those monsters couldn't chase them even if they were freaks.

"Good!"

Without hesitation, Tel quickly agreed to Lin An's plan.

Every second delayed means one less person can leave.

Although Lin An's plan doesn't solve the crisis, at least it buys a breather!

"Transport ships, we want them too! Name your price!"

"However many there are, we'll take them all!"

His eyes fixed on the information, Tie Er felt a wave of tension; he now feared Lin An would open his mouth like a lion and ask for too much.

After a moment, inside the cabin, Lin An gave a light chuckle, not minding Tie Er's urgent tone.

Let's agree first.

I want the coordinates of the Death God Armor; as for your friendship, that's too empty.

The space transfer command counts as a loan to you; either 100 blue equipment per day, or 600 units of second-level mutant materials, corpses are fine too.

As for the transport ship...

Lin An pondered for a moment, ignoring the deathly pale Tie Er on the other end.

Consider it a discount for you; three spirit ability fruits per ship...

I have 300 ships; I'll give you a discount, let's make it 888.

!?

Staring at the message, after seeing his demands, Tie Er's eyes widened into ovals instantly.

Getting the equipment info for free would be fine, but the command is still counted as a loan to them!

One hundred blue equipment a day—you Lin An might as well ask for epic tier; we might as well fight naked and give you all the equipment.

Three fruits for a broken ship—why the hell not just go rob!

Don't even mention 800 fruits—he doesn't even have 80!

Heavens, pitiful—he Tie Er, one of the Soviet Union's top officials, gets only a handful of attribute-boosting fruits, at most a dozen or so.

This was still before entering the trial, when everyone chipped in to give it to him.

Bandits! Raiders! Villains!

In an instant, he somewhat understood why the Awakened Ones of the Korean War Zone and East Ocean hated Lin An so much.

Fuming, he almost couldn't hold back from cursing out loud.

If not for fearing to offend Lin An, he would rather charge across the war zone and smash himself to death in front of Lin An, just to splash that bandit's face with blood!

"Lin An, I'm not refusing you; you're just asking for too much."

"For the sake of both being human, could you ask for a little less?"

"I, on behalf of the Soviet War Zone survivors, thank you!!"

Suppressing his grief, Tie Er replied in a low, submissive tone, his emotions extremely complex.

A few seconds later, however, he discovered Lin An, as if he hadn't seen it, sent another message:

"Oh, thanks aren't needed."

"The trade requires signing a contract; you must provide the reputation for purchasing the contract. Including the energy for cross-zone trade and the transport ship, you also have to bear it yourselves."

"Hurry up, I'm pressed for time."

Seeing Lin Ba Pi's added conditions again, Tie Er almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

His emotions collapsed, his face grim as he clenched his fists and took a deep breath:

"No!"

"Lin An! We really don't have that much! One life—do as you see fit!"

Having thrown caution to the wind, soldiers stationed not far away on the defense line looked at his changing complexion in surprise, and many people's worries grew worse.

For some reason, they felt that the leader of their Safe Zone, Tie Er, seemed about to be driven mad.

On the other end, Lin An slightly frowned, looking at Tie Er's evasive reply.

Is that a lot... Actually he felt his demands weren't that much, after all, equipment information is just information; that stuff can't reach his hands anytime soon.

But seeing Tie Er like this, he knew that delaying even a second meant one less person could escape...

This probably means they really can't produce that much.

Sighing, Lin An shook his head regretfully, thought for a moment, then replied lightly:

"Let's halve the condition; I can allow you to use Awakened Ones instead of materials."

"One third-rank helping me once counts as one equipment or two fruits."

"If you still disagree, then there's nothing to talk about."

No choice; since Tie Er—or rather the Soviet War Zone—is so poor, he can only consider Awakened Ones.

In the future, if he again encounters YiKongjian Mutants or other corpse tides, he can actually 'call up' a third-rank to work; thinking about it, it's not too much of a loss.

Anyway, it's not his own third-rank; even if it dies, he won't feel bad.

After a moment, Tai Er looked at Lin An's demand, which was like selling himself, and his teeth clenched, producing a squeak.

Forced by the circumstances, he could only shout angrily, his heart full of grief and indignation:

"Deal!"

Having said those two short words, it was as if they had drained his strength.

After sending the message, he only felt his vision go dark, dazedly looking at his companions fighting in the distance.

The brief few minutes of communication felt like he had walked through the gates of hell.

How could this be the disaster of the Red Tower? This is clearly...

Lin An's disaster.