Anime Crossover: Many Children, Many Blessings; Yukino, the Wife from the Apocalypse

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"I didn't expect them to be so powerful."

"My face was blackened by the smoke back then. If we met again, he probably wouldn't recognize me."

Miki Nakano thought to herself.

the other side,

Chang Wei's team set off again, and after a morning of sweeping through, they visited all the gold shops in the city.

In the end, they harvested more than 500 kilograms of gold.

If the gold in the display case hadn't been stolen by thugs, the gains would have been even greater.

At lunchtime,

Taking advantage of the lull, Chang Wei stored all the cars, big and small, along the roadside into his spatial warehouse.

Then he called Nanlixiang to an open space.

The two summoned their respective modified machines, preparing to modify heavy motorcycles for Saya, Yoko, Luna Yomizuki, and Miharu Kashiwagi.

They've been clamoring for it since last night.

Whether they genuinely wanted to ride a motorcycle or had heard Saya shout all night, they joined in the commotion.

No matter so much.

Let's modify one car for each person first.

Modifying a heavy motorcycle only requires 100 kilograms of gold; other auxiliary metals are easy to obtain and can be ignored.

Currently, Chang Wei has nearly 600 kilograms of gold in his possession.

It's more than enough to modify four motorcycles.

The two worked together quickly, and forty minutes later, four modified heavy motorcycles were produced.

They were parked in a row.

Huge body,

Solid and heavy-duty oversized tires

Compact structure,

With its powerful lines, each car exudes a fierce and domineering aura, like a wild beast that commands respect without anger.

"Wow--"

"Wow, this is so cool! I love it, don't try to take it from me!"

"I want this one, I'll get in first."

"Wow, this car is so muscular, just like Captain 507, let's go! Let's go!"

Huang Quanyue Luna is riding a motorcycle, mimicking the action of riding a horse.

This made Chang Wei a little depressed.

What do you mean by "as strong as me"? You're not riding me.

Huh?

Is Huang Quan Yue Luna hinting at something to me?

The team members selected their preferred motorcycles. By then, lunch was over, so Chang Wei put away the riot control vehicle, and the group rode their modified motorcycles to continue their raid on the bank vault.

Gold is an important material for modifying vehicles.

So the more the better.

At that moment, seven or eight zombies appeared on the overpass ahead.

Chang Wei raised his hand, and a bullet blew a zombie's head off.

With a slight flick of the wrist,

He completed a cool reload maneuver; it was simply awesome.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy motorcycle soared into the air, and in the instant it leaped over the overpass, a sharp knife flashed.

The heads of the two zombies were severed.

Immediately afterwards, Minami Rika, Okino Yoko, Takagi Saya, Yomizuki Luna, and Kashiwagi Miharu all activated the motorcycle's jump function.

A fleet of huge, heavy motorcycles.

Crossing over the overpass.

With one man and one knife, the zombies on the overpass were instantly cleared.

Efficient and stylish...

Soon, Chang Wei and his group arrived at a bank.

They used a large cutting machine to break through the security door, enter the underground vault, and then cut for another half hour.

The door was finally opened.

The vault doesn't hold a large amount of cash, as it's a branch in a small city and can't possibly have the same abundant reserves as the head office.

The vault was lined with a dense array of safes on both sides.

Chang Wei didn't have time to cut them one by one.

Had to give up.

In the room next door, there are two rows of shelves.

One row was lined with neatly arranged banknotes, while the other row contained gold bricks and gold bars.

Money is no longer of any use.

Even when wiping my butt, the toilet paper feels too stiff.

Chang Wei directly stored the shelves containing gold bricks and gold bars into the space warehouse.

There were over 600 jin of gold in total.

This amount is quite astonishing, as small city bank vaults don't hold much reserve gold.

They are only transferred from head office during major business operations.

After obtaining the gold,

Chang Wei and his group withdrew and continued to the next bank.

In a faraway land, the Great Beautiful Empire lay quietly.

In the heart of this vast desert, a dazzling city, like a miracle emerging from the earth, has unfortunately fallen into a calamity ravaged by zombies.

In the heart of this bustling city stands a towering skyscraper. This is the headquarters of the world-renowned top-secret organization, "OilThai Alliance," in the United States.

However, this building is merely a facade; beneath it lies a vast, honeycomb-shaped underground base, hundreds of times larger than the above-ground structures, housing tens of thousands of people.

What's puzzling is that, beneath this hive, not a single person has been affected by the Red Fog virus.

Deep within this underground city lies a mysterious conference room, in the center of which sits an ancient hexagonal table.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair sat silently at the table.

Shortly afterward, a virtual projection suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the table, showing a human figure.

“Hey, Morgan.” The image broke the silence first.

The silver-haired old man nodded slightly, but did not say anything.

"Morgan, you seem a little displeased."

"Well……"

After pondering for a while, Morgan said:

"We've already lost control of the Red Fog virus, so how can we be happy?"

Then, one virtual projection after another appeared, each showing a character.

Soon, six virtual figures gathered around the hexagonal table.

"Alright, everyone, the Hexagonal Council is now officially in session."

The Hexagonal Council is the highest decision-making body of the Oil Thai Alliance, composed of representatives from six major families: the Ross, Morgan, Locke, Buffett, Berg, and Sassoon.

These families are located all over the world and connect through real-time virtual meetings.

"Everyone, I have some very bad news. The Red Fog virus is about to evolve again, and we will completely lose control of it."

"The only good news is..."

"Our bodies are unaffected by the immune system that was established earlier, so we will not turn into zombies."

The speaker was Ross Connor, the head of the Hexagonal Council and a representative of the Ross family.

"In other words, have we opened Pandora's box, and is there no turning back now?"

"Yes."

"We cannot predict the final evolutionary trajectory of the red fog virus."