Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 309 : West Hill Base's Intelligence

Hearing Yang Xinxin’s proposal, Zhang Yi’s heart skipped a beat.

“Is it possible? If we alter the coordinates ourselves, won’t they notice?”

Zhang Yi thought the people in the Information Department couldn’t be so clueless as to not recognize their own base’s coordinates.

Yang Xinxin responded, “What matters is not the coordinates they send, but the coordinates the recipient receives.”

“I can block their outgoing signals, then send West Hill Base’s coordinates using their own computers.”

Zhang Yi straightened up and exhaled deeply. “That’s incredible!”

Returning an attack in such a way—what could feel better than that?

“But, West Hill Base won’t be that easy to destroy, right?” Zhang Yi murmured, rubbing his chin.

Although Lu Keran specialized in mechanical engineering, she was also well-versed in physics.

“Keran, help me analyze something. Based on the structure of West Hill Base, could it withstand a high-yield missile strike?”

Hearing this, Lu Keran immediately came over.

Yang Xinxin pulled up the structural map of the entire base.

After looking at it, Lu Keran couldn’t help but frown.

“Big Brother, honestly speaking, this shelter is extremely sturdy. It’s buried more than 100 meters underground.”

“Forget missiles—even with an H-strike, as long as it’s not at the epicenter, it could resist.”

“Oh, but if it’s a bunker-buster missile designed to penetrate underground, that might cause significant damage.”

“But destroying it with just one strike? That’s unrealistic.”

Lu Keran spread her hands. “This kind of defensive structure is specifically designed for wartime. It won’t be easily taken down!”

Zhang Yi frowned, pondering a crucial issue.

But for the moment, he couldn’t make up his mind.

He told Yang Xinxin, “Xinxin, go ahead and change their coordinates as you said. No matter what, we’ll make sure that missile meant for the shelter hits West Hill Base instead—that’s a given.”

“And also, help me gather West Hill Base’s data. I’ll need to review it carefully later.”

Yang Xinxin nodded. “Okay, Brother.”

Zhang Yi shoved his hands in his pockets, his expression serious as he left their room.

Lu Keran blinked curiously and asked Yang Xinxin, “What’s Big Brother thinking? Hasn’t the problem already been solved?”

Yang Xinxin furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment before slowly shaking her head.

“I can’t guess.”

“Huh? You’re so smart, and you still can’t figure it out?”

Lu Keran blinked.

As Yang Xinxin searched through West Hill Base’s information, which had now become an open treasure trove for her, she said, “I think Brother is considering attacking West Hill Base.”

“But given how cautious he is, would he really take that kind of risk?”

Lu Keran thought about Zhang Yi’s usual steady demeanor and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Big Brother tends to prioritize protecting himself over taking risks.”

These two young women were incredibly intelligent.

But high IQ alone doesn’t guarantee understanding everything—analyzing human nature requires emotional intelligence too.

Zhang Yi pushed open the door and stepped out of the safe house.

What was on his mind was whether to take this opportunity to completely destroy West Hill Base!

It was a wildly audacious plan, seemingly out of character for Zhang Yi.

But it was something Zhang Yi had seriously considered and concluded was both possible and necessary.

Zhang Yi didn’t want to start conflicts with anyone unless absolutely necessary.

He just wanted to live peacefully with a few beautiful, lovely women in the shelter.

However, the enmity between him and West Hill Base had reached a point of no return.

Even if he narrowly avoided West Hill Base’s missile this time, who could guarantee there wouldn’t be a next time?

Chen Xinian, once a high-ranking official in Tianhai City, had extensive connections across the country.

If he could mobilize a missile from Jiangnan District to attack the shelter this time, what could he do next?

There’s an old saying: you can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can’t guard against one for a thousand days.

Zhang Yi either had to abandon the shelter and leave this trouble behind, or he had to destroy West Hill Base once and for all to secure lasting peace.

But both options carried enormous risks.

The first option was nearly impossible. A shelter like Cloud Manor was one of a kind across the entire country.

In the past few decades, there hadn’t been a major push in China to build high-end shelters on a large scale.

A place like Cloud Manor 101, with its perfect defense system and comfortable living conditions, was unheard of. Zhang Yi had never heard of a second one.

If there were another, it would have long been occupied by some other major power.

So Zhang Yi wasn’t willing to give up his shelter.

But the second option meant confronting West Hill Base head-on.

And offense wasn’t Zhang Yi’s strong suit.

Zhang Yi arrived at a room on the 20th floor.

This was where he had practiced his Superhuman abilities in the past. The ground still bore the remnants of charred wood.

He pulled up a chair, sat by the window, and watched the falling snow as he contemplated whether to go through with his plan.

There was only one chance.

That would be during the missile strike.

Even if he couldn’t destroy West Hill Base outright, it would cause massive panic.

And he had the weapons to annihilate West Hill Base—500 kilograms of TNT he had previously collected, plus several hundred kilograms more made by Lu Keran, nearly a ton in total!

If he could take advantage of the chaos and get the explosives into the base, the results would be spectacular.

“Maybe I can’t destroy West Hill Base, but if I can kill the people inside, wouldn’t that be just as good?”

Zhang Yi rested his chin in his hand, gazing at the swirling snow as he muttered to himself.

The ideal scenario always looks wonderful, but reality is often bitterly cold.

Zhang Yi wasn’t certain he could pull it off.

He wasn’t naturally inclined to take risks.

But being attacked and humiliated multiple times without fighting back didn’t suit his style either.

“I don’t go looking for trouble, but I’m not afraid of it either!”

After much thought, Zhang Yi finally made up his mind—he would go back and study the plan further.

However, time wasn’t on his side.

When the missile struck, West Hill Base would be thrown into temporary chaos—that would be the best moment to attack.

But if he missed that chance and they regained their footing, it would be much harder to launch an assault later.

Zhang Yi returned to the safe house. In the living room, Zhou Ke’er, Yang Siyah, and Zhou Haimei were sitting around, chatting and munching on sunflower seeds.

Zhou Haimei’s complexion was now rosy, and she looked years younger than before. Clearly, she had been well taken care of by Uncle You recently.

When they heard the door open, Zhou Ke’er and Yang Siyah glanced at Zhang Yi with a hint of resentment in their eyes.

Lately, Zhang Yi had been so busy dealing with West Hill Base’s attacks that he hadn’t spent much time with them.

Zhang Yi coughed awkwardly, ignoring their looks, and walked into Yang Xinxin and Lu Keran’s room.

“Xinxin,” Zhang Yi said, walking behind Yang Xinxin and resting his hands on her wheelchair. “I need to see West Hill Base’s current military configuration.”

“I need details on their troops and weapons. And most importantly, I need intelligence on their Superhumans.”

Hearing this, Yang Xinxin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Brother, are you planning to attack West Hill Base?”

Zhang Yi glanced at her and said calmly, “If I have a good enough chance of success, why not try?”

“We need to change roles. We can’t keep being the hunted—we need to become the hunters.”

Zhang Yi smiled. “Of course, I need to first assess their strength. If it turns out the gap between us is too wide, you can just treat this as a joke.”

Yang Xinxin suddenly giggled, covering her mouth. “Now that’s the Zhang Yi I know!”

“But honestly, you’ve given me a bit of a shock.”

“I’ve already compiled the data. You can check it anytime. Want to take a look now?”

Zhang Yi nodded. “Yes, let’s see it now!”

Yang Xinxin moved aside, and Zhang Yi pulled up a chair to sit next to her.

Soon, Yang Xinxin brought up a chart displaying West Hill Base’s current military and weaponry configuration.

At present, West Hill Base had 512 regular soldiers.

These soldiers were on standard military duty, with service lengths ranging from 3 to 10 years. They had decent combat training, were skilled in various weapons, and possessed some hand-to-hand combat skills.

These soldiers were mainly effective against regular humans, but posed little threat to powerful combat-oriented Superhumans.

The core fighting force, the ACE Special Forces Team—commonly known as “Old A”—had 64 members left.

This list already excluded the 50-plus members Zhang Yi had eliminated.

The Special Forces members were the real elite.

They were either special forces soldiers or experts from other specialized military units, each possessing top-tier skills in their respective fields.

Beyond that, the true peak of combat power consisted of the Superhuman Captains and a few successfully mutated cyborgs.

Zhang Yi quickly looked at the distinctions between these two groups

According to the data, West Hill Base still had six Superhumans, not counting Liang Yue.

Some of these Superhumans had awakened their abilities naturally.

Others had their abilities artificially stimulated later.

As for those who failed to awaken Superhuman abilities, they gained extraordinary strength through another method—mutated cell implants.

The data showed that these warriors had cells implanted from Ling Feng, the leader of the Special Forces.

A small number of warriors had successfully integrated these cells and survived, resulting in their abilities having a high degree of similarity to Ling Feng’s.

However, since their mutations were induced by implanted cells, their growth potential was virtually zero, and their bodies would suffer irreversible damage.

It was similar to an organ transplant—though anti-rejection drugs could ease the symptoms, the negative effects couldn’t be entirely eliminated.

Cyborg soldiers had significantly shorter lifespans than both normal humans and Superhumans.

Currently, West Hill Base had 13 cyborgs. While their combat power was inferior to that of battle-oriented Superhumans, it far exceeded that of elite regular soldiers.

This group would be somewhat troublesome, but not a major problem.

After reviewing their data, Zhang Yi turned to the section that concerned him most—the data on West Hill Base’s Superhuman Captains.

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Ling Feng: Enhancement Type

Ability Code Name: Superman

Capable of significantly enhancing all physical functions, possessing combat abilities dozens of times stronger than a normal human.

- Spee

- Strengt

- Superpower: None

- Overall Abilit

- Rating: S

After reading Ling Feng’s data, Zhang Yi took a deep breath.

No wonder he was the leader of West Hill Base’s Special Forces Team—his strength was formidable.

Although they had never fought directly, Zhang Yi had sensed Ling Feng’s terrifying presence when he saw him from a distance.

This was the guy who could leave fist imprints on the shelter’s walls with his bare hands.

Even those who had only received partial implants of his cells were able to dodge sniper bullets.

So what about the man himself?

“If I’m going to attack West Hill Base, this is the person I need to watch out for the most,” Zhang Yi murmured to himself.

Fortunately, the data didn’t indicate that Ling Feng had any long-range attack abilities.

As long as Zhang Yi could keep his distance, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

Even with a powerful body, the icy environment would still slow him down.

That was a weakness.

Zhang Yi continued reviewing the other Superhumans’ abilities.

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Fang Zun: Emission Type

Ability Code Name: Flame Man

Able to release high-temperature flames from his body.

- Speed: ★★

- Strength: ★

- Superpower: ★★★

- Overall Ability:

- Rating: B

Zhang Yi couldn’t help but chuckle at this one.

In an Ice Age, awakening a flame ability was pretty unfortunate.

His power could probably only be useful in specific environments.

He continued reading.

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Zheng Xuerong: Control Type

Ability Code Name: Ice Seal

Able to create solid ice blocks for combat.

- Speed: ★★

- Strength: ★

- Superpow

- Overall Ability: ★★★

- Rating: A

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Xu Mingjie: Beast Type

Ability Code Name: Poison Beast

Can transform into a giant monster, with greatly enhanced strength and highly corrosive bodily fluids.

- Speed: ★★★

- Streng

- Superpower: ★★

- Overall Ability: ★★★

- Rating: A-

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Shi Dayong: Beast Type

Ability Code Name: Frost Giant Ape

Can transform into a giant frost ape, with greatly enhanced physical strength and cold resistance.

- Speed: ★★★

- Streng

- Superpower: None

- Overall Abili

- Rating: A

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Ye Ronghua: Mental Type

Ability Code Name: Witch (Deceptive code name)

True Ability: Deep Hypnosis. Can induce hypnosis through brainwaves, simulating death, and even causing brain death. Eye contact enhances the ability’s effects.

- Speed: ★

- Strength: ★

- Superpower

- Overall Ability

- Rating: A-

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This was Zhang Yi’s first time encountering the classification system for Superhuman abilities.

According to the data from West Hill Base, higher-ups had already started categorizing Superhumans into six types based on their abilities:

1. Enhancement Type: Superpowers that enhance the body’s functions while maintaining a human form.

2. Beast Type: Superhumans who mutate to gain abilities from animals, insects, or other creatures, resulting in physical transformation.

3. Control Type: Those who develop telekinesis or the ability to control objects.

4. Emission Type: Similar to Control Types, but focused on releasing magical attacks from the body.

5.Mental Type: Superhumans who disrupt others’ brains using brainwaves.

6. Special Type: Any Superhuman whose ability doesn’t fit into the first five categories.

It was clear that this classification system was still relatively broad, based only on basic manifestations of Superhuman powers.

Perhaps in the future, as more Superhuman data was collected, there would be more detailed classifications.

Zhang Yi thought for a moment. His space-related power didn’t fit into any of the first five categories, so he would likely be considered a Special Type Superhuman.

Author's Note