Buying by the Pound?

A young researcher in gold-rimmed glasses said in surprise, "I didn't see clearly just now. Were those more than twenty Light Spots?"

The young man beside him with slicked-back hair stared at the screen, then said in shock, "Twenty-three!"

In that instant, twenty-three Zombies had been wiped out at once!

Qin Lang, who had been smoking nearby, suddenly choked on his cigarette. He leaned over with a frown. "Twenty-three Zombies?"

Twenty-three Zombies wiped out in an instant!

Surprise surfaced in Qin Lang's eyes. He glanced at the equipment's serial number. "Chen Wang again? What the hell is that kid doing?"

Qin Lang could not help taking another drag, his expression somewhat strange.

"This was supposed to be a specimen exploration mission. How did that kid turn it into a Zombie massacre?"

He took a deep breath and shook his head. Just as he was about to leave, a flash of light swept past, drawing the attention of the nearby researchers.

Qin Lang grew somewhat excited, the hand holding his cigarette trembling faintly.

The young researcher with slicked-back hair sucked in a breath. "Forty-four! My God! Forty-four Zombies were wiped out in an instant just now!"

Qin Lang's hand jerked, and his cigarette nearly fell into the vehicle. Only after a moment did he slowly exhale.

He muttered to himself,

"What exactly is Chen Wang doing?"

Qin Lang frowned. Had Chen Wang encountered a Zombie horde the moment he entered? Otherwise, it was hard to explain. His speed at eliminating Zombies was simply too fast!

He recalled Liang Dong's four-man squad being overturned before departure, as well as Ma Quan, the Tier 3 Genetic Soldier who was still unconscious in bed and receiving treatment.

Qin Lang grinned. "Now that's a real Thug!"

Relying on his flamboyant footwork and the surging vitality emanating from the Healing Art on his body, Chen Wang lured the Zombies in the building together, then greeted them with High-Explosive Hand Grenades and wiped them all out!

These modified High-Explosive Hand Grenades were immensely powerful. Especially in cramped environments, they could unleash terrifying destructive force.

However, an ordinary freelancer would feel the pinch just buying one.

Unless it was a special situation, they would never casually throw one out. Even professional soldiers in the military were issued only one as standard equipment. It could not be helped—the things were expensive to make.

But Chen Wang had an entire backpack stuffed full of them!

He brought them by the pound.

This deal made it impossible for Gao Yanan, the cool and aloof arms dealer, to suppress the smile at the corners of her lips.

She silently made up her mind: if anyone tried to fight Chen Wang in the bar again,

she would directly bring people over and wipe them out!

Because Chen Wang was no longer merely an ordinary VIP customer to her. Chen Wang was her VVVVIP customer!

Chen Wang soon finished exploring the building, but found no trace of the specimen.

The scene in the building just now had been extremely striking. A handsome, upright young man had charged out from a swarm of Zombies with nimble footwork, then casually tossed several High-Explosive Hand Grenades before leaving without looking back.

The Zombies were annihilated amid the terrifying blast waves! Chen Wang left the building with the Remington 870 imitation shotgun in hand and headed for another location. Not far away, a sharp and agile woman with a buzz cut lowered her binoculars.

Beside her stood a burly old man whose face was crisscrossed with scars.

The old man lowered his binoculars as well. The two exchanged a glance and fell silent.

The burly old man spoke hoarsely, his voice calm. "In the future... it would be best not to provoke this person."

The buzz-cut woman was not tall. Among the Tier 3 Soldiers, she appeared exceptionally slender, yet no one dared underestimate her.

She was the Tier 3 Genetic Soldier, Rattlesnake—patiently enduring, lying low, and vicious. At this moment, though, the buzz-cut woman also agreed with the burly old man. "I think so too."

Whether due to good luck or some other reason, Chen Wang arrived in a spacious basement.

The basement contained rows of sophisticated instruments and enormous containers that appeared to have been used for storing specimens. Chen Wang shone his military flashlight over them, then froze. Delight flashed in his eyes. "This is where the specimens were stored back then!"

The military flashlight had a limited search range, so Chen Wang put it away and formed a hand seal.

An exceptionally dazzling sphere of white light flew from Chen Wang's hand, illuminating the entire basement.

Illumination Spell! With Chen Wang's cultivation, the orb could probably last for three minutes.

Though immortal cultivation spells consumed spiritual power, they were extremely convenient to use.

Chen Wang had not used it earlier because he had not known the precise location.

The military flashlight had been enough for exploration, so there had been no need to expend spiritual power. This was his advantage—the advantage of being an immortal cultivator.

The equipment here had already stopped operating.

Chen Wang saw that there were four containers in total, all of them opened and empty inside.

Chen Wang examined them carefully and found that each container had a number, arranged simply from one to four, with no special meaning.

For a place where specimens had been stored, Chen Wang cautiously cast a minor spell. A gentle Azure Light swept over the area.

It was a spell for detecting toxins. The results quickly came back: there were no toxins here. Chen Wang boldly stepped forward. There were no Zombies in the entire basement, nor were there any signs of fighting.

"This looks more like an orderly retreat than a place overrun by Zombies."

Chen Wang thought.

He did not know what the specimens here had originally been like, nor why this factory had built a basement to conduct research here.

The truth of those days had already been buried in the passage of time along with the factory's destruction.

Chen Wang searched the place carefully, but did not find any unusual items.

The documents had been destroyed as well, with nothing preserved. They had probably lacked time to transfer them back then, so they had destroyed everything completely.

Chen Wang raised an eyebrow.

He refused to overlook any corner and inspected everything carefully. With the Illumination Spell, the entire room was brightly lit and the view was wide open.

Chen Wang suddenly noticed a bronze badge beneath a table. His brows rose, and he bent down to pick it up. The style and material of the badge were familiar to him. Written upon it in both Chinese and English was a sentence.

"Everything shall pass. The gods shall eventually return to this world."

Chen Wang looked at the bronze badge in his hand, his expression thoughtful.

"The Church!"

Chen Wang had not expected this matter to be connected to the Church.

As a force independent of the Three Great Powers, the Church diligently caused destruction and infiltrated the three major factions. During that period, it had even attacked several Shelters belonging to Apocalypse Armaments in the Eastern District, openly revealing itself.

"Why would this bronze badge be here?"

Chen Wang raised an eyebrow.

"Did someone from the Church come here, or were the people conducting research here back then... Church members themselves?"

His expression turned cold. He was somewhat curious how much Qiongqi Mining itself knew about this information.

"For an exploration mission, they went so far as to transfer more than twenty Tier 3 Soldiers from other districts. Even if the Tier 1 Zombies were packed too densely, they posed no real threat as long as one remained vigilant. Could this matter be connected to the Church?"

Still, Chen Wang did not delve deeply into the matter for now.

To him, the most practical thing was to find the specimen, trade it for a Second Order Genetic Potion, and become a martial artist.

He came before the container that had held the specimen, took out a sheet of Talisman Paper, and stuck it onto the container while murmuring an incantation!

He was using a spell that tracked aura traces—the Tracking Spell.

One had to have the original aura in order to track it.

Chen Wang placed the Talisman Paper on the first container, but there was no reaction.

He shook his head. Only when he placed it on the fourth did the Talisman Paper finally grow hot, and the talisman markings upon it lit up.

The Talisman Paper was merely the vessel for casting the spell. The talisman markings lighting up meant that the spell had succeeded.

Next, Chen Wang could follow the Talisman Paper's sensing to find the specimen's whereabouts.

"There's hope!"

Chen Wang smiled faintly.

Suddenly!

A young man in Casual Wear appeared at the doorway. He looked around eighteen or nineteen, with a high nose and exceptionally thin lips.

For no reason, he gave people a cold and heartless impression.

When he saw Chen Wang, he smiled faintly. "What a coincidence. Another person from Qiongqi Mining."

Chen Wang raised an eyebrow.

Among the soldiers Qiongqi Mining had recruited this time, there was no such young man, much less anyone dressed in Casual Wear.

"Who are you?"

Chen Wang asked coldly.

The young man in Casual Wear smiled. "My name is Qing."

He slightly raised his head to look at the Illumination Spell in the air. "A very special ability. It would be a pity to die here."

He threw over a head, which rolled across the ground with a gurgling sound.

Chen Wang recognized the face. It belonged to the middle-aged man who had been in the same armored vehicle as him earlier. He too was a Tier 3 Soldier, steady and cautious in his conduct. Chen Wang had not expected him to die at this young man's hands!

Chen Wang raised an eyebrow.

The way the young man spoke made him deeply uncomfortable. As the young man's words fell, crackling electric sparks flickered around his body.

The next instant, he vanished, transforming into a bolt of lightning that flashed through the room.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Chen Wang.

Tier 3 Genetic Soldier, Thunder God! Qing! He himself was one of the Church's most powerful Tier 3 Soldiers.