I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan

Everywhere they passed, people were either sniped dead by Xiao Qianxi or blown up by Explosive.

A few were also taken out by the girl with twin ponytails, who wielded a multi-purpose machine gun and sprayed bullets wildly. She was a master of shooting outlines, and it got so bad that Xia Liang couldn't stand to watch anymore. He harnessed his Spiritual Power to guide her bullets, making sure a few unlucky souls bit the dust.

In just half a minute, the commercial van stopped outside the vast internal garage. The group took nothing with them except for the essentials. Xiao Qianxi held back the advancing soldiers while Explosive went to grab firearms from a nearby cabinet. Xia Liang jumped into an M1 main battle tank as the twin-ponytail girl started refueling it.

Everyone had their role, preparing as fast as possible.

"Alright! The tank's filled up!" Situ Jing slapped the tank's hull hard.

"Everyone, get on! We're breaking out of here," Xia Liang said with a cold smile after adjusting all the gauges. "Son of a bitch! This Master has never been chased and shot at like this before."

The improvised plan was simple. Since the coastline was tightly guarded, there was no point in charging in blindly. First, they would get a tank to boost their defense and firepower. Then, they would head east toward Vegas. The area for hundreds of miles around was desert and Gobi. Once they were in, they would essentially be out of danger; the final step was to figure out a way to leave the country. He believed that with Dragon Country's efficiency, support would arrive before long, but that was assuming today's Didi order wouldn't be a no-show.

The Americans had peculiar ideas. In an era dominated by automatic loaders, they stubbornly stuck to manual loading, arguing it was safer to have the ammunition storage in the rear so the whole crew wouldn't be obliterated if the armor was penetrated. Cherishing their lives.

Luckily, there were exactly four people on Xia Liang's side. Situ Jing, the girl with twin ponytails, would serve as the gunner; Explosive as the loader; Xiao Qianxi as the commander; and Xia Liang, naturally, as the driver. The overwhelming noise forced them to communicate through their electronic headsets.

Xia Liang put his on. "Twin Ponytails, you've got one job: when you see any target, just blow it to hell for This Master."

Situ Jing seemed rather excited. "Don't you worry, Didi driver! When it comes to firing a cannon, nobody in Luan Long can beat me."

Xia Liang was very satisfied with this reply. He stomped on the accelerator, shifted gears, and sped up.

By this time, the pursuers had already stormed into the base and were beginning to surround them. But they never expected what came charging out wasn't a thin-skinned commercial van, but a damn main battle tank!

BOOM!

The tank's super smoothbore cannon spat fire. Just like that, in a ridiculously epic fashion, one shell took out three Humvees.

"Beautiful! A damn fine shot," Xia Liang laughed audaciously.

"Told you, I'm a crack shot." Situ Jing continued to control the turret, the excitement in her eyes growing ever brighter. She had coveted America's most advanced main battle tank for a long time, but getting one back home was an impossible dream. She had to admit, its firepower wasn't that different from their own Type 99A.

The mood inside the tank was exhilarating, but the pursuers were getting shelled so hard they were crying for their mothers. The quicker ones had already raced to the eastern depot, jumping into the remaining tanks to give chase.

A tank-versus-tank battle was about to begin.

"Nine o'clock! We're being targeted!" Xiao Qianxi yelled as she operated the electronic jamming equipment, trying to buy them some time.

Xia Liang glanced at the surrounding buildings. "Twin Ponytails, keep the turret exactly as it is. Don't touch anything or look around. Just wait for my signal and then fire."

"No problem! It's your call!"

At their nine o'clock, the enemy tank on the defensive line had already locked onto them. The gunner fired without hesitation, a savage smile on his face.

The next second, however, the shell slammed into a concrete wall.

At the critical moment, Xia Liang had sent their tank into a wide drift. It swung in an arc around a concrete building, sliding from one side to the other.

CRASH!

The opposing tank's turret was blown clean off, erupting into a massive fireball. The crew inside was either killed by the explosion or roasted alive.

"Didi driver! How the hell did you guarantee the turret would be at the perfect angle to hit them when we came out?" Situ Jing was completely blown away. That kind of skill and prediction was simply freakish.

"Because I can, and they can't," Xia Liang replied casually.

He floored the accelerator and ran over a police car. The black officers, armed with only small revolvers, didn't dare stand their ground, each one wishing they had a few more legs to run with.

Soon, two more tanks rolled out in pursuit.

BOOM! BOOM!

Two shells struck one after the other on the side of their tracks. Taking advantage of the enemy reloading, Xia Liang suddenly decelerated. Twin Ponytails rotated the turret, getting it into position just in time. Another tremendous roar followed. This time, a shell slammed directly into the enemy's side. The resulting explosion was even more powerful than before, sending out waves of scorching heat.

"One o'clock! There's a shoulder-launched anti-tank missile team!"

Xiao Qianxi had barely finished her sentence when Explosive poked his head out of a hatch. Without a word, he unleashed a spray of bullets from the mounted machine gun. The anti-tank team that had been planning an ambush was instantly riddled with holes.

It was a true slaughter.

The base held several hundred well-trained soldiers, yet they were completely helpless against this single tank. The supervising officers watched in terror. What the hell! How come we never realized our own tanks were so damn agile?

"Quick! Lay down road spikes at the perimeter! Once their tracks hit them, they'll be immobilized! They won't be able to escape. Then we'll see where they can run!"

At this critical moment, someone actually came up with a good idea. It wasn't wrong. A bit cowardly, perhaps, but it was better than getting killed. As long as the "terrorists" couldn't escape, they would eventually be captured.

At that moment, Xia Liang was battling the last remaining tank. Its driver, aware of Xia Liang's skill, didn't dare to engage directly and started playing a game of cat and mouse around the structures.

"Driver, find a good angle, quick! I've got it in my sights," Situ Jing urged.

"Don't rush. Let's keep it around; it'll be useful," Xia Liang replied.

The enemy driver was very confident in his maneuvering. Trying to outlast me? We'll see who can last longer. If you run, I'll chase and shoot. If you approach, I'll dodge and flee. This is my turf; I call the shots.

The tank driver didn't get to enjoy his smugness for long. He felt a powerful impact as Xia Liang's tank accelerated fiercely, ramming without hesitation into his tank's side. With both of their long, thick cannons in the way, neither could fire on the other. The enemy tank was now being pushed forward.

Meanwhile, Situ Jing rotated the turret to face backward and recklessly blasted away at the pursuers, having the time of her life. The circle of road spikes that had been so painstakingly laid out around the perimeter proved to be completely useless.

The tank being pushed along was the first to run over them. Once they were clear of the encirclement, Xia Liang decelerated, swung around the disabled tank, and steered onto the highway.

"It seems Uncle Lu's premonition was incredibly accurate. You don't just know how to drive a tank; your skills are simply out of this world," Xiao Qianxi's voice came through the headset.

"I'm good at a lot of things," Xia Liang admitted generously, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"Can you fly a flying saucer, then?"

"Sure. If you can get me one. I can also do a 360-degree roll in a plane, a spaceship, or even an aircraft carrier."

Good heavens! Even if he was just boasting, Situ Jing was stunned into awe. "If you can do all that, why do you drive for Didi?"

"Because Didi is fuel-efficient."

「In Dragon Country's Shangjing.」

「Fengze Garden.」

This was a serene little garden, formerly the office of the previous head of state. The time here was more than ten hours ahead of Gold Mountain, and it was currently three in the afternoon.

A sycamore tree.

A lounge chair.

A tall, middle-aged to elderly man.

He was covered with a woolen blanket. Beside him stood Xia Liang's old acquaintance, Lu Chuang, who had arrived in Shangjing the moment Xia Liang had set out on his mission.

"Is that kid really as formidable as you say?" The man on the lounge chair had salt-and-pepper hair, but his face held an indescribable aura of dominance. Even when he was smiling, an ordinary person could feel the unparalleled presence he emanated.

"He's more than just formidable," Lu Chuang chuckled. "You probably know about what he and that girl Qianqian have been up to. Just when I thought he might finally lie low for a while, good heavens! He went and beat Old Han's grandson into a vegetative state. The kid is still in the ICU. Outsiders all think he's acting under the banner of my Lu Family. Heh... If you ask me, he couldn't care less about us at all."

The man sighed. "It's rare to find such an interesting young man. He's a complete enigma. To possess such extraordinary skills and surprising wealth, yet prefer to be an ordinary driver... Perhaps he has his reasons."

"Bullshit, he's not hiding anything," Lu Chuang said through gritted teeth.

If he wanted a low-profile life, would he be dating that girl from the Tian Family? Would he have slapped Feng Pojun in the face? Dragon King! Have you been lying down for so long that your brain has slowed down?