The Long Yuan troops had already begun encircling and mopping up the remaining Dracula members.
Over with Brother Ye, tearing Barton apart was only a matter of time.
Jiang Nan, of course, had not forgotten his main duty: raiding the place.
Dracula had once been an international organisation with two Dao Heaven experts. Their foundations were extraordinarily deep.
Even though they had fallen on hard times, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse.
Marsha Island, as Dracula’s final base, must hold all their remaining assets.
If he could seize them, the startup funds for the Dandelion project would definitely be secured.
Jiang Nan teleported beside Yao Hong. “Quick, send our people to dig up the place.”
“My little fortunes are definitely hidden somewhere on this island by Dracula. Hiding my money. Shameless.”
Yao Hong: (๐•̌～•̑๐)ˀ̣ˀ̣
When did Dracula hide your little fortunes?
Uh…
Yao Hong’s face darkened as realisation hit.
Every bit of wealth within a ten-kilometre radius was Jiang Nan’s money.
Their boss was truly a ruthless money-making machine.
Yet she quickly grew excited too. With Dracula’s generous contribution, the project could move forward without issue.
“I’ll send people to search right away.”
Dandelion personnel split off from the raiding force, turning into money detectors as they charged into buildings, hunting for the vault.
Jiang Nan stayed busy, teleporting through rooms with little Mira, snatching everything valuable.
٩(๐¥ꇴ¥)۶
After nearly a thousand people scoured the place, turning over every stone, they finally located the underground vault.
Before a massive alloy door, Yao Hong’s pupils shifted to six-pointed star form, her eyes fixed intently on it.
Sweat beaded on her forehead.
Under the red glow, the niobium-titanium-magnesium alloy door slowly petrified and eroded.
Many Dandelion members behind her watched with eager anticipation.
“Boss, you can do it.”
“Sister Hong’s ability is too strong. This vault’s defences could withstand multiple nuclear strikes, yet it can’t resist petrification.”
“At this rate, a few hours and it’ll be open. So curious what treasures are inside.”
Jiang Nan teleported into the scene, eyes shining. “Where? Where are my little fortunes?”
Yao Hong wiped sweat from her brow. “Boss South God, don’t rush. Give me three hours, and I can…”
Jiang Nan: (٥･᷄～･᷅) “Are you looking down on me?”
He flicked out void chains, wrapping them around everyone’s waists.
One teleport later, they all stood in the centre of the vault.
Yao Hong: (ﾉ)﹏(ヾ)
Damn it. How did I forget that.
For a spatial ability user like Jiang Nan, a vault door of this level might as well not exist.
Unless it was forged from spirit-binding iron, but Dracula clearly wasn’t that extravagant.
“If you became a bank robber, you’d have a bright future.”
Jiang Nan looked utterly justified. “I’m already robbing. What do you think I’m doing?”
[Resentment value from Yao Hong +233.]
At that moment, everyone was stunned by the sight before them.
In the vault’s centre stood three huge piles of cash, a solid three hundred million US dollars.
On shelves to either side were 10kg gold bricks, six or seven hundred of them. At current gold prices, roughly five hundred million dollars’ worth.
Jiang Nan nearly drooled. Dracula’s reserves were truly substantial.
They knew I love gold bricks and prepared so many?
He immediately opened his alternate dimension. “Stuff it all in. Don’t leave a single dollar for them.”
Yao Hong and the others flushed with excitement. Project funding was secured in one go.
They ordered people to haul everything in, even dragging the gold shelves straight into the dimension.
Glancing inside Jiang Nan’s alternate dimension, Yao Hong froze.
What on earth was all this stuff?
Those mountain-like piles of scarlet flame iron and water jade. Seriously?
“South… South God, why do you have rockets in your alternate dimension? Has Earth grown too small for you?”
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes. “Nonsense. Those are intercontinental missiles. Precious treasures.”
Yao Hong nearly spat blood.
Who casually carries those around? Aren’t they usually kept in silos?
Jiang Nan’s attention was drawn to boxes filled with spirit beads.
A small crate packed with platinum-grade spirit beads.
Nearly a hundred priceless diamond-grade spirit beads too.
Worthy of an organisation with Dao Heaven experts.
In a small box, a crimson spirit bead left Jiang Nan unable to look away.
It was starshine grade.
The spiritual energy fluctuations were terrifying.
Jiang Nan’s face flushed with excitement. This was beyond monetary value.
Even he had never seen one before.
“Heh heh, fire attribute? Never seen this spirit bead before. Wonder what technique it holds.”
“Xuexue’s birthday is soon. Perfect gift for her.”
He tossed all the spirit beads into his alternate dimension.
His spirit bead reserves would last everyone a very long time.
Wandering around, Jiang Nan reached the vault’s cold storage section.
At freezing temperatures, the cold room held thousands of immortal serums. In the centre stood rows of glass tanks.
Organs and tissues, still immature, floated in formalin.
Little Mira’s expression darkened. She instinctively gripped Jiang Nan’s hand tighter.
Two veins bulged on Jiang Nan’s forehead. He gently stroked her head.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll stay by your side forever. No one will ever hurt you again.”
Mira threw her arms around him, eyes tightly shut, face pressed against his stomach.
“Forever isn’t enough. Mira never wants to be apart from big brother Jiang Nan.”
Jiang Nan grinned. “Then forever it is.”
He snapped his fingers at the cold room. A void black hole erupted.
Powerful suction compressed everything inside into black beads, destroying Dracula’s final stock.
Turning back, the vault was empty. Not a scrap remained. Even his alternate dimension was nearly full.
Jiang Nan chuckled gleefully.
This must be the legendary fat wave.
Box licked clean.
At that moment, the ground shuddered violently. Even inside the vault, roars echoed.
Jiang Nan frowned. “Let’s go. See what’s happening.”
He teleported everyone out, surfacing aboveground.
Barton clung to half a breath, moments from death at Ye Zhenguo’s hands.
Only seven or eight hundred Dracula remnants remained.
Yet at that instant, the ground on the island’s east side cracked open.
A colossal hundred-metre abomination burst from the earth.
One glance sent chills down spines. The giant monster was stitched from countless human bodies, grotesquely repulsive.
Jiang Nan even spotted spirit beast parts among them.
In bizarre, twisted form, it crawled frantically towards them, eyes filled with rage.
Behind the stitched monster followed tens of thousands of ragged undead.
These people had clearly lost their minds. They could no longer be called human.
They were former Dracula members whose serum effects had worn off without further injections.
Atop the stitched monster’s head, Qin Dao’s face twisted in malice. “You forced me to this. Dracula is finished, but none of you will fare better.”
Jiang Nan’s expression turned icy. These zombie undead had once been Dracula members.
After losing Mira, serum production ceased. They relied on stockpiles, inevitably leaving some members without injections, turning them into mad undead.
Yet Jiang Nan had not expected Dracula to waste nothing, even modifying and stitching them together.
Jiang Nan: “Pah. Calling you scum would be a compliment.”
“No bottom line at all? Bunch of trash.”
“Everyone. Withdraw from Marsha Island immediately.”
At that moment, every member of the raiding force paled, scalps numb.
The scene was overwhelmingly shocking. Even zombie apocalypse films weren’t this grand.
None had imagined such a sight in reality.
The raiding force wasted no time, retreating into the sea beyond the island.
Five thousand undead were already troublesome.
With this many surging together, plus the stitched monster, how could they fight?
Dracula remnants, seeing this, were filled with terror.
These things attacked indiscriminately. Qin Dao had released them all?
Truly breaking the pot in despair. They fled in panic.
But were soon swallowed by the horde. Their fate needed no description.
Barton watched, all fight gone from his eyes.
It was over. Everything was over. Next life, no more sons.
Ye Zhenguo intensified his assault, determined to finish Barton personally.
Jiang Nan teleported to the beach, alternate dimension wide open.
“Stop fighting, everyone. Second Battalion Commander.”
Mu Wan: ???
She pointed at her own nose.
(๐•̌‸•̑)୨ Eh? I… I’m the Second Battalion Commander?
Jiang Nan glared, waving grandly.
“Get those bloody rocket launcher trucks out here.”
Mu Wan paused, then her eyes lit up with excitement.
Only now did she recall that, for contingencies, Jiang Nan had brought ten 300mm rocket launcher trucks.
She snapped to attention. “Yes, Commander Jiang.”
She rushed with her team into the alternate dimension, starting the rocket launcher transports.
Engines roared. Ten rocket launcher trucks emerged from the alternate dimension.
They lined up on the beach, hydraulic legs deploying.
Barrels raised, aimed straight at the oncoming undead army.
At that moment, Dandelion and Long Yuan were stunned. Rocket launchers?
You carried ten rocket launcher trucks with you?
Isn’t this a bit too strong?
Executing missions with a spatial user is just too satisfying.
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao’s eyes sparkled. Even this Little South had brought?
Little South’s firepower is intense.
Everyone remained in shock, unable to recover.
Mu Wan: “Commander Jiang, all preparations complete. Ready to fire.”
Jiang Nan drew a deep breath, raised his hand high, and slammed it down.
(ꐦಠ口ಠ)ノ
“Fire!!!”
