Chapter 117: "Deal is Made":

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So it seemed that this was partly due to the state backing them, conveniently throwing in an RV as a bonus.

Jing Shu decided to settle the RV deal first before delving into other topics:

"I want it! Of course, I want it! What do you want in return?"

Taking the risk of losing an investment? That’s nothing! Missing out on such an invincible RV meant there might never be another chance like this again. People with that kind of RV probably wouldn’t be short on resources, and those living comfortably in the apocalypse wouldn’t easily part with such a vehicle.

Yang Yang was right. The cost on his end would likely be minimal. As for time... she wasn’t in a rush, as long as she got it before the big migration.

"We’re going out in two months with six people, so we need the best food you can provide, both raw and cooked. I heard you have black pigs—kill two and make us some smoked meat to take along."

"Though we’ve got military rations and compressed biscuits, the guys living by the gun deserve better food. We have a cooler, so don’t worry about the food spoiling."

"Things are chaotic over in the U.S. with gunfights happening daily. Getting hurt is inevitable, and I heard from Wang Dazhao that you’ve got a miraculous homemade remedy that saved his life. We need at least ten doses of that, plus some wound-care, heatstroke, and anti-insect medication."

"That’s all. The mission is extremely dangerous, and I don’t even know if we’ll come back alive. But rest assured, as long as any one of us is still breathing, we’ll make sure your stuff is delivered to the border. I’ve got a deal with Old Niu, so if I die, just find him to settle the debt," Yang Yang said, kicking his military boots nonchalantly.

Jing Shu raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised yet finding this within reason. She thought about it—what was most valuable in the apocalypse?

Food and medicine.

They clearly had weapons. Aside from that, there wasn’t much else she could offer.

Nobody could have predicted that items worth mere thousands before the apocalypse could now trade for a 13-million-yuan RV. But in reality, Yang Yang’s team wasn’t losing out. Sure, the RV was valuable, but few could actually use it in the apocalypse.

Besides, Yang Yang’s team would be seizing it, making it essentially a zero-cost operation. Of course, they might pay with their lives.

"For me, life-saving medicine is worth more than an RV. How about that? Isn’t my price lower than others?"

"Deal." Jing Shu had scored a great bargain. Yang Yang mainly wanted food, but what he truly needed was the quick-healing spiritual water she had. In such scorching weather, if anyone got shot and the wound became infected—especially abroad—it could mean certain death. To increase their survival odds, Yang Yang was bartering with her.

It looked like it was time for Jing Shu’s ultimate persuasion skills to kick in.

Yang Yang’s request for life-saving items suggested that this mission wouldn’t be easy.

"So, what exactly are you shipping back?" Jing Shu inquired.

But Yang Yang remained tight-lipped, refusing to disclose what they were retrieving.

Jing Shu’s curiosity about the mission grew. What was worth sneaking out of the U.S.? Grain? High-tech products? Weapons? What was valuable enough to smuggle back?

Her curiosity itched at her. Her space had just expanded and was still far from full. Should she go to the U.S. for a heist too? With international travel at a standstill, it seemed her only option was to tag along with Yang Yang.

Yang Yang shifted uncomfortably, sensing that Jing Shu had figured something out.

"Do you guys need some heavy firepower?" Jing Shu asked, walking over to a dead tree in the yard and delivering a powerful kick. With a loud crack, the tree, as thick as a thigh, snapped and fell to the ground.

How much strength did that take?

"Hiccup!" Wang Dazhao, who had been standing idly, was so shocked he let out a hiccup.

Yang Yang gulped and almost nodded, but then shook his head forcefully. No way—this was a secret mission, and they couldn’t just bring along anyone. He pulled out his trump card: "This mission will take months. Aren’t you worried that the other members of the Zhetian gang will come and rob your home while you’re gone?"

Jing Shu was immediately defeated. She couldn’t afford to leave until the Zhetian leader was captured. What if they retaliated while she was gone? Wu You’ai had already warned her that Shangguan Jun would come looking for her again. Now that he knew the villa’s location, she had to stay vigilant. With so many resources in the villa, if someone set their sights on it, it would be a disaster.

Yang Yang mused, "Maybe next time. If this trip goes well, we’ll fatten the U.S. up a bit more and hit them again later. In ten days, we can make a quick raid."

Yang Yang had considered Jing Shu’s combat prowess and ruthless nature. He needed allies like that. After all, the way she had ambushed and killed hundreds of Zhetian members and her cold-blooded precision when carving flesh—it was the kind of talent he admired.

People like her were more suited to survive in this world.

Jing Shu’s eyes lit up with stars for the third time. By next time, her space would have upgraded again, freeing up hundreds of cubic meters. Then she’d have room for anything. Once this current storm passed, things in China would quiet down for a while, and she could venture out.

"Alright," Jing Shu said as she turned. "Wang Dazhao, you owe me your life. Take good care of it. When you get back, I’ve got some big plans for you."

She had a specific idea she wanted Wang Dazhao to try out. Of course, if Wang Dazhao could join the armed police force, that would be even better.

"I’ll climb mountains and walk through fire at your command!" Wang Dazhao exclaimed, feeling grateful to have a purpose once more.

In truth, Jing Shu wasn’t worried about them betraying her. That kick had been no random display. Only when standing on equal footing could one complete fair trades. Otherwise, it would just be wolves preying on sheep. After what they had seen of her capabilities, she was confident they understood her strength. She had guns, bombs, and skill.

If they didn’t get it yet, she could show them even more. Jing Shu was no longer the naive, trusting girl of her past life. Now, she valued her well-being and fairness in every deal.

"I’ll be back to collect the goods in five days," Yang Yang said.

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At Jing Shu’s villa, her space-farmed black pigs were pregnant, and she took the opportunity to slaughter a few. Two would be turned into smoked meat for Yang Yang’s team, while the rest were made into braised pork, roast pork trotters, and grilled ribs. She also planned to give her father a few pigs as part of her plan to secure his promotion.

She used her space’s second form to kill the pigs quickly and painlessly, making the most of her mastery over the space. Not a drop of pig’s blood was wasted, utilizing the space’s unique properties to perfection.

At present, Jing Shu’s magical cube space could comfortably sustain eight black pigs, just enough to meet her needs for half a year. Once the space upgraded further, she’d be able to increase production.

While preparing for Yang Yang’s supplies, Jing Shu pondered how to modify the off-road RV. She needed to stock up on batteries, spare parts, and even more diesel.

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*Author’s Note*: Thanks to "o佞o," "zw7774," "爱玩幻玥," and "晚安" for the tips! And special thanks to the little cutie using the Oriya script for the username—don’t try this at home, folks! *[covers face]*