Bronze Blood Nail

He found Zhou Han's phone and dialed it.

Immediately, it was hung up.

"Idiot!"

How could a woman like this still be alive?

Wang Ye tossed the phone aside and continued browsing the website, with no intention of calling Zhou Han again.

He wasn't a saint.

But soon, his phone rang.

This stupid woman.

Wang Ye frowned and answered.

"Why didn't you call back?"

On the other end of the line, Zhou Han expressed her confusion.

Wang Ye's voice was calm: "If you want to live longer, try to say less nonsense."

"I've thoroughly reviewed the information. The killing pattern of the Ghost Car is that once you get on, you're doomed."

"Do I need to call you again to remind me of this?" Zhou Han's voice suddenly turned cold. "Do you think I have plenty of time?"

"..."

"Shut up!"

Wang Ye interrupted Zhou Han without hesitation: "Ghosts cannot be killed. This is an ironclad rule."

"But everyone who gets on the Ghost Car is doomed. This is also an ironclad rule."

"Given that, what would happen if we stopped a Ghost Car and sent a ghost onto it?"

Wang Ye's voice was as calm as ever: "I analyze that the final situation would be a battle between two ghosts."

"The Ghost Car, in order to complete its killing rule, would recall its clones. In the end, the car that the ghost boards would become the true origin."

"If we're lucky, the Ghost Car might even fall into a dormant state because it can't complete its killing rule."

As Wang Ye finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the line.

Zhou Han had unconsciously turned on the speakerphone.

Several ability users exchanged glances. It seemed they had never considered that there was such a solution to supernatural events.

"Okay."

After a long pause, Zhou Han, uncharacteristically, said only one word before hanging up.

Wang Ye then closed his computer and began exercising on the treadmill in the living room.

His current body was simply too weak.

Heavenly Group Headquarters.

Zhang Ziliang listened to a phone recording, his eyes growing brighter, a deep smile playing on his lips.

Beside him, the long-haired youth fell into deep thought.

Finally, the recording ended. Zhang Ziliang excitedly slapped the table: "Good!"

"This Wang Ye is truly a talent!"

"Quickly report this idea to the Deputy Leader."

"It's finally time for our Logistics Department to earn some merit!"

Up until now, the Logistics Department's role had only been to serve and cooperate.

Even when ability users from the Operations Department failed their missions, they would directly blame the Logistics Department, accusing them of not providing timely intelligence.

Some people didn't even bother to make up excuses, simply saying that their liaison hadn't spoken to them respectfully enough, which made them unhappy and led to mission failure.

But today, if Wang Ye's theory proved true, it would mean that their Logistics Department could also carry the team!

"As expected, I have a discerning eye and didn't choose the wrong person!"

Zhang Ziliang paced excitedly around his office.

The long-haired youth looked speechlessly at his department head, wanting to retort a few words, but in the end, he could only say sourly: "Consider the kid smart."

After saying that, he organized Wang Ye's theory into written material and turned to leave.

About ten minutes later.

An emergency meeting of the Ability Users Division was convened. Half an hour later, an ability user, carrying a golden box, boarded a helicopter and left in a hurry.

The next day.

He habitually opened the 'Spirit Secret' website to check if there were any new updates.

The row of large characters at the very top was quite conspicuous.

"Ghost Car incident occurred and was perfectly resolved within three days."

Clicking on the title revealed how the squad members were heroic and selfless.

However, specific details were not recorded.

This wasn't because the Heavenly Group wanted to hog the credit. After all, the attitudes of the two major powers, Buddha Kingdom and Dao City, were very ambiguous and unpredictable.

Furthermore, outside the city, the Wasteland was full of danger.

Under such circumstances, a new type of solution could not be easily publicized.

Wang Ye's name was not mentioned in the news.

It was likely to protect him, as he was just an ordinary person.

As expected.

At noon, the congratulatory call from the Heavenly Group came through.

Zhang Ziliang's excitement was barely concealed during the call. It seemed the entire logistics department had benefited greatly from this incident.

"You're the first. You've only been an intern for one day. Congratulations, you've been made permanent."

"What reward do you want?" Zhang Ziliang asked generously.

Wang Ye pondered for a few seconds before weakly asking, "A-Class intelligence access, is that possible?"

"Get lost."

Zhang Ziliang immediately cursed. "10 points. Alright, I'm busy now."

With that, Zhang Ziliang hung up the phone without hesitation, breaking out in a cold sweat. That kid was asking for the moon.

Even he himself only had A-Class intelligence access.

But for someone who had just started working for a day to earn 10 points, this efficiency was faster than some ability users.

Thinking this, Zhang Ziliang's mood improved again.

After all, he had recognized talent when he saw it.

Zhang Ziliang thought this with a touch of pride.

Meanwhile, Wang Ye, who had just hung up the phone, was slightly dazed.

As a reborn individual, he was acutely aware of the importance of points. Points were relatively easy to earn now. With the secondary outbreak of the Terror Resurgence in the coming years, the crisis would deepen.

Money would become almost like waste paper.

The only currency would be points.

Points could do anything – buy houses, women, power.

As long as you had points, all of that was yours.

It seemed his starting point was quite good. The prices weren't high yet, and what 10 points could get him was still limited. He wasn't in a hurry to redeem anything.

This stuff would appreciate in value in the future.

And so, after the Ghost Car mission, Zhou Han entered her rest period.

Wang Ye also gained a brief period of peace.

As time passed, a hint of anticipation appeared in Wang Ye's eyes.

Seven days. It was almost time.

The post office would open again.

He wondered where he would be delivering mail this time.

Finally, at midnight, the wooden door reappeared in the living room.

Wang Ye calmly opened the wooden door and walked in. He walked to the counter as usual and looked at the note beside it.

"Address: Qinyuan Residential Area, Building 4, Unit 4, Room 404."

"Nail the Bronze Blood Nail into the photo in the bedroom."

"Reward: Awaken hand ability."

"Time limit: 3 days."

Awaken hand ability?

Wang Ye's eyes instantly lit up. His usually calm emotions fluctuated for the first time.

Could the problem he regretted most in his past life finally be solved?

Soon, Wang Ye used his strong self-control to calm himself and looked to the side.

A bronze-colored nail, stained with dried blood, lay quietly on the table.

"This time..."

"It's not a letter?"