Heaven! Evacuate the United States

Lin Chen lightly touched the ground at the alley entrance with his toes, his figure disappearing without a sound.

"Smooth! Precise! Virtually no lag!" He clenched his fist, a smile playing on his lips. "This is practically cheating!"

A hundred-meter dash requires no cooling; as long as physical strength permits, one can traverse indefinitely. As for spiritual energy? A mouthful of spiritual water from the Creation Spirit Pool will suffice.

With his unlimited storage space, he has become a post-apocalyptic version of the "ultimate mover"—he works for free, tirelessly, and leaves no shelf untouched.

When he only had storage space, he could only accumulate things slowly and cautiously; now that he had space travel, a carefree smile spread across Lin Chen's face, and he felt that he could... be a little bolder.

No more hesitation.

He donned the prepared black robe, pulled his baseball cap low, and his figure flickered like a ghost in the night.

Just in case, he first visited a weapons shop.

Hunting rifles, pistols, AR-15s, boxes of bullets, tactical knives, bulletproof vests, night vision goggles... he bought all the equipment in the store.

The entire process was as silent as a cat's steps, unnoticed by anyone.

Having a gun in his hand gave him more confidence. He then turned to the nearest large supermarket.

It was midnight, and the supermarket had long since closed. The roller shutters were tightly shut, and a security guard was yawning as he patrolled.

But for Lin Chen—

The door? It's just for show.

He stood silently before the door, a thought flickering in his mind: "Shuttle!"

"Whoosh—"

The person was already inside the supermarket. The lights were dim, the shelves were neatly arranged, and the air was filled with the aroma of bread and cleaning agents.

"Prevent future troubles first."

He went straight to the monitoring room and stuffed all the hard drives, mainframes, and even cloud backup devices into the space—leaving no trace behind.

The sweeping has officially begun.

Rice, flour, canned goods, compressed biscuits, bottled water, batteries, flint and steel, military tents... all the supplies that could be eaten, used, and sustained life vanished without a trace, as if swept away by a tornado.

Even the metal shelves were removed, leaving the floor spotless and dust-free.

"Perfect efficiency." He nodded in satisfaction.

Like a tireless ghost, he swept through the streets and alleys of Los Angeles overnight, even sneaking into port warehouses and emptying several warehouses full of supplies.

Before leaving, several giant ships fully loaded with grain disappeared from the port, leaving countless crew members struggling and calling for help in the sea.

As dawn broke, Lin Chen appeared at the airport with an empty bag on his back and boarded a flight to New York.

As the shop owners opened their doors one after another in the early morning, they all froze in place—

The shelves were empty, the floor was so clean it reflected light, and even the glass of the display cases was nowhere to be seen.

Some rubbed their eyes, thinking it was a hallucination; others hurriedly called the police, only to hear a busy signal; when the call finally connected, they were shocked to discover that countless shops across the city had been robbed on the same night!

"Could it be a terrorist attack?" the bureau chief roared, slamming his fist on the table.

"It doesn't seem like it," an old detective shook his head. "Would terrorists take all the toilet paper and pet food from a supermarket? This method... it's more like a madman who steals every last penny."

On New York City night, Lin Chen became even more "crazy".

During the day, he wore a plaid shirt and glasses, looking like an ordinary tourist, taking photos in Times Square and feeding pigeons in Central Park.

As night falls, he transforms into an "urban ghost," roaming between convenience stores, outdoor equipment stores, and warehouse centers.

They even sneaked into the private wine cellar of a Brooklyn tycoon—"Can't drink '82 Lafite in the apocalypse? Then I'll store some '92 first."

The most outrageous scene occurred at the dock.

He stood on the shore, looking at the seven-story luxury cruise ship that was moored there—it was magnificent and even had a swimming pool and a helipad on the deck.

"Tsk," he narrowed his eyes, "Such a big ship? Let's take it!"

With a thought, the entire giant ship vanished into thin air.

"Splash! Splash!"

The two security personnel remaining on board fell directly into the sea, thrashing about and shouting, "Where's the boat?! Where's our boat?!"

Lin Chen had already darted behind the container a hundred meters away, chuckling silently, "Stop shouting, it will be my mobile apocalypse resort in the future."

Growing bolder, he ventured to the outer perimeter of the naval port.

"Since there's unlimited space, it's not unreasonable to take a few warships," he muttered to himself. "Just consider it as preparing some supplies for a future sea fortress."

Thus, a frigate, two supply ships, and even a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier undergoing repairs there quietly "evaporated" right under the nose of the US Navy.

The armory inside the naval port was also completely emptied.

In just five days, a series of "supernatural thefts" have occurred in Los Angeles, New York, and other cities:

The supermarket was emptied overnight, leaving not even a single shelf empty;

The weapons shop's inventory has been reduced to zero, and the display cases have vanished.

The naval port report stated that the three ships were "suspected of being hijacked by aliens," but as for the aircraft carrier that also went missing... they didn't dare mention it at all.

The FBI intervened immediately, the CIA retrieved satellite imagery, and the Department of Homeland Security activated its counterterrorism contingency plan...

But no matter how much they searched, not a single footprint or fiber was found at the scene.

What's even more frustrating is that Lin Chen's choice of transportation and target is completely unpredictable and erratic.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen, the instigator, was sitting in a coffee shop in Bob's Town, leisurely sipping his drink and scrolling through local news on his phone.

"The 'Ghost Thief' sweeps across the East Coast, leaving police helpless..."

He chuckled softly and muttered to himself, "You guys take your time investigating. I'm going to Houston to move some oil and gas reserves."

……

Ten days later, he arrived at the last stop of his trip—Duluth.

Standing in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, Lake Superior shimmered, its surface like a mirror, reflecting the city lights along its shores.

"Freshwater is never too much." His eyes gleamed with fervor. "If the Blood Rain Cataclysm were to occur, 90% of the world's water sources would be polluted. How can we waste these Great Lakes—one of the purest freshwater reservoirs on Earth?"

Although there are already hundreds of thousands of tons of bottled water stored in the storage space, it's always good to be prepared and the more the better.

As night fell, he quietly left the shop.

The lakeside was quiet and deserted, with only the rustling of the reeds in the wind.

He changed into a diving suit he had conveniently acquired, dived to the deepest part of the lake, took a deep breath, and completely connected his mind with the supernatural space:

"receive!"

In an instant—

Centered on him, the lake water within a ten-meter radius was instantly drawn away by an invisible force, forming a terrifying vortex with a diameter of one hundred meters that continued to expand.

He was at the core of the spherical space, yet he was completely unaffected by the suction force and remained silent.

The lake water surged into the storage space, quickly forming a vast artificial inland sea.

The lake level is dropping at a visible rate.

One meter... two meters... five meters...

"Isn't this water absorption speed a bit too exaggerated?" Lin Chen murmured.

It is important to know that the Great Lakes account for about 20% of the world's surface freshwater, and Lake Superior alone accounts for more than half of that.

In just half an hour, the lake water level had dropped by nearly ten meters.

"It seems the suction power in this space is a bit abnormal. I originally just wanted to collect some for backup, but now... maybe I can be a little more reckless."

Previously, he had mostly collected stationary objects, and he had not yet truly experienced the terrifying power of this space swallowing fluids.

In less than five hours, Lake Superior had dried up, leaving only countless fish and shrimp jumping aimlessly on the exposed lakebed.

Lin Chen quickly set off for Lake Michigan downstream.

As dawn broke, he was already standing on the shore of Lake Ontario.

The Great Lakes are now less than a meter deep, leaving behind five shockingly large depressions.

Fishermen on both sides of the Canadian coast set out in the early morning, only to find their boats stranded dry on the docks. They stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "Where...where's the lake?!"

The news spread like wildfire. Social media exploded:

"It's aliens! I saw a UFO hovering over the lake last night!"

"The Earth's crust is cracking! The planet is doomed!"

"The end of the world is here! Stock up on supplies—wait, why are the supermarkets emptied out too?!"

When the news reached China, the tone was somewhat different:

"Who's the genius who made this move? It's not very kind of them, but I can't help but laugh."

"Just finished a bottle of beer, feels inexplicably good."

"Could this be... the cycle of karma?"

Panic spread like wildfire across North America, with a wave of "zero-dollar purchases" sweeping the entire country.

The government was forced to declare martial law nationwide and enter a state of war.

Lin Chen stood on the dried-up lake shore, looking back at the boundless freshwater sea in the space, feeling content.

"US inventory cleared out." He dusted off his hands, which weren't actually dust, turned and left, a cold glint in his eyes. "Next—time to Little Life's place."

A cold smile curved his lips as he murmured:

"The Three Alls Policy? No, this time it's 'All Alls'."