2026-08-15 05:10:58Chapter 8: The Price of Panic
The front page of the Morning Financial Times featured a single, ultra-high-resolution photograph that sent shockwaves through the regional stock exchange.
It showed the interior of Shaft 1, a subterranean vault packed to the ceiling with sleek, jet-black composite alloy blocks that no commercial vendor in the country manufactured. The headline read: "EMBARGO BYPASSED: WESTERN VALLEY SECURES PROPRIETARY MILITARY-GRADE COMPOSITE."
By 9:00 AM, the Long Conglomerate's headquarters was in absolute turmoil.
Long Tian slammed the newspaper onto his mahogany desk, his face pale with fury. Across from him, Long Wei sat rigidly, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at the financial ticker on his phone.
"Four major supply partners have already canceled their exclusive contracts with us," Long Wei stammered, panicking, finally cracking his polished composure. "They think Han Qing has backing from an international defense syndicate! Our real estate stock dropped twelve percent at market open!"
"Silence!" Long Tian roared, standing up. "He’s bluffing! No shadow syndicate builds out of an abandoned iron mine unless there's something down there he isn't telling us."
Long Tian turned his cold, calculating eyes toward the window overlooking the city skyline. "If we can't starve him out legally, we cut the snake off at its head. Hire the Nightblade Security Group. I want that mine thoroughly investigated tonight and if Han Qing happens to suffer a fatal industrial accident... his land deeds will be auctioned off by morning."
Long Wei’s eyes flashed with dark malice. "I’ll handle the contract personally."
[System Notice: Base Construction Milestone Reached!]
[Sector 1 Primary Blast Gate Installed!]
[Passive Trade Point Generation Active: +500 Points / Day]
[Current Trade Points Available: 10,500]
Deep inside the Western Valley, the air hummed with industrial power.
Over five hundred skilled workers, paid triple wages and bound by non-disclosure contracts, worked in continuous shifts. Giant hydraulic cranes set the dark composite blocks into place, sealing the cavern walls into an impenetrable subterranean bunker.
Han walked alongside Su Lin down the wide, brightly lit central corridor of Sector 2.
"The underground hydroponic bays are forty percent complete," Su Lin reported, swiping through her tablet. "The geothermal power taps designed by Old Man Chen came online an hour ago. We are officially generating our own off-grid electricity."
"Good," Han said, inspecting the reinforced steel framing along the ceiling. "How are our food reserves holding?"
"We have over 9,000 tons of fresh meat, grain, and dry produce secured in your... special storage," Su Lin said, still marveling at how Han managed to keep the logistics running without a single warehouse on the surface. "Word is spreading among top-tier medical researchers and agricultural scientists about our self-sustaining shelter project. I’ve received over fifty secret applications from elite specialists wanting to join our permanent core staff."
"Screen them thoroughly," Han replied. "Loyalty and specialized skill only. When the surface turns into hell, every person inside this citadel must pull their weight."
Suddenly, Han stopped walking.
A sharp, subtle pulse rippled through his mind a warning signal from the System’s perimeter spatial boundary.
[System Alert: Perimeter Intruders Detected!]
[Target Location: Sector 1 Upper Ventilations Shafts]
[Hostile Force Identified: 8 Unidentified Mercenaries (Classified Tactical Gear Detected)]
Han’s eyes grew icy cold. "Su Lin, head to the central command room with Old Man Chen. Lock the inner security doors."
Su Lin saw the sudden shift in Han’s posture and didn't argue. "Understood. Be careful."
Han turned on his heel and walked calmly toward the dark, unlit access tunnel of Shaft 1's upper ventilation grid.
High above the main cavern, eight figures dressed in pitch-black tactical gear moved like shadows through the rusty iron scaffolding of the abandoned air shaft.
"Target is moving alone in the lower access tunnel," the mercenary team leader whispered into his throat-mic, adjusting his night-vision goggles. "Remember the client's orders: make it look like a structural cave-in. Zero witnesses."
The mercenaries unclipped high-explosive breaching charges, preparing to plant them on the primary support beams.
"Looking for these?" a calm, smooth voice echoed from the darkness behind them.
The leader spun around, raising his silenced submachine gun only to find Han standing casually at the tunnel exit, illuminated by the faint red glow of the emergency lights.
"Eliminate him!" the leader barked.
Four mercenaries raised their weapons simultaneously and squeezed their triggers.
PAK-PAK-PAK-PAK!
Silenced rounds tore through the air at point-blank range only to hit an invisible, shimmering spatial barrier inches from Han’s chest. The high-caliber bullets flattened instantly against the air and dropped harmlessly to the steel floor.
The mercenaries froze, their eyes wide behind their tactical goggles.
"My turn," Han whispered softly.
System: Spatial Dispersal Activate.
[Target Equipment Locked: Weapons, Explosives, Tactical Rigs]
[Executing Subspace Reallocation...]
SWOOSH!
In less than a millisecond, every gun, knife, grenade, and explosive charge held by the eight men vanished instantly into Han’s subspace inventory.
Before the mercenaries could process the fact that they were now standing completely unarmed in high-grade tactical suits, Han stepped forward, his body moving with the speed and precision of a veteran who had survived three years in the apocalyptic wasteland.
BOOM! BANG! CRASH!
Within ten seconds, all eight elite mercenaries were lying groaning on the steel catwalk, their limbs dislocated and their tactical gear stripped.
Han picked up the team leader by his tactical collar, lifting him off his feet with effortless strength, and pulled an encrypted radio from his pocket.
He pressed the broadcast button.
"Long Wei," Han spoke into the mic, his voice smooth, cold, and utterly terrifying. "Your hit squad was poorly trained. If you want me dead, you’ll have to come down to this mine and do it yourself."
On the other end of the radio, five miles away in a high-rise office, the sound of a champagne glass shattering against the floor echoed clearly through the speaker, followed by Long Wei’s panicked, ragged breathing.
Han tossed the radio aside, looking out over his vast, rapidly growing subterranean fortress.
[Defensive Engagement Complete: Hostile Infiltration Neutralized!]
[Reward: 10,000 Trade Points Granted!]
[System Feature Unlocked: Subspace Defense Turrets & Spatial Traps]
[Global Cataclysm Countdown: 177 Days, 11 Hours, 15 Minutes.]
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