Free Nation

The female secretary left, and Duncan didn't continue to slump in his chair.

He stood up, took his predecessor's car keys and bank card from the drawer, and prepared to go out for a good meal first.

Although it was only 11:00 AM, according to the habits of his past life, he would still be fast asleep at this hour.

But before transmigrating, he had just gone through a wilderness survival challenge that lasted over ten days, eating bugs and drinking dew every day. Now that he had returned to a society that was temporarily considered harmonious, how could he not treat himself to some high-calorie food?

He hadn't gone through the trouble of transmigrating—an opportunity he only obtained after slaughtering so many bastards—just to wrong himself!

The female secretary had barely walked out of the office looking aggrieved when the office door was opened again.

"Hey! You, come with me."

Calling out to the long-legged, busty secretary, Duncan tossed the car keys to her, intending to have her drive for him.

The blonde beauty caught the keys, her previously anxious heart finally settling down. She followed him "happily," casting a look of victor's arrogance at the ordinary employees working in the office.

The male employees kept their eyes on their work, while the female employees spat under their breath, muttering vicious words like "bitch" or "slut."

In reality, they were quite envious; after all, by just lying on a bed, one could not only steal a salary but also enjoy life.

The key was that Duncan's physical appearance was excellent—a standard Germanic white male who had inherited the beauty of Rex Arems' wife.

It was just a pity that some things couldn't be envied by outsiders; they weren't as shameless as Susan, and their acceptance levels weren't as high.

The blonde beauty ignored those jealous gazes and followed Duncan into the elevator.

"Boss, where are we going now?"

Although Susan had been very smug when she caught the keys, in the confined space facing her new boss, she was still very anxious, terrified that she might say the wrong thing and get fired.

Having climbed to this position, she hadn't relied entirely on those long legs and a charming face. She had once been an innocent newcomer to the workplace, until she became obsessed with the feeling of showing off in front of others...

Duncan ignored the secretary, standing in the elevator with his eyes closed to rest.

Receiving no response, Susan didn't dare to ask again and stood quietly in the corner.

The elevator arrived at the underground parking lot. Duncan stepped out first and told Susan to go get the car.

The original owner's car was a high-end black sports car, the kind that would attract a crowd of onlookers whenever it appeared on the street.

When the secretary saw the car, her legs went weak, and when she started driving, she was so excited she wished she could just throw herself at Duncan.

After Duncan sat in the passenger seat, Susan asked coquettishly, "Boss, where are we going?"

This time, Duncan responded, "To eat."

Eat?!

The light in Susan's eyes grew even brighter. After going through all this trouble to come out, they were just going to eat? Where would they be going to eat next?

Western food, Turkish cuisine, or French dishes?

"Drive, go to the nearest KFC."

The anticipation in her heart instantly turned into shock. Susan froze, forgetting to even drive for a moment.

Seeing her reaction was so pathetic, Duncan frowned in displeasure, "What are you staring at? If you don't want to drive, I'll find someone else!"

Susan started the car reluctantly and drove toward the nearby KFC.

The nearest KFC was not far from the Umbrella headquarters building. In fact, the building itself had KFC available, but Duncan wanted to wander around outside, so he didn't eat at the Umbrella cafeteria.

After finishing a KFC family bucket and drinking a large cup of cola, Duncan slumped in his chair without any regard for his image, drawing the attention of many others dining there.

The sports car parked outside was very conspicuous. A man and a woman in high-end suits coming to a place where only commoners ate was somewhat subversive to their imagination.

Susan ate her fries in small bites. She had only been to a place like this when she was a child. Now that she was back, the gazes of the people around them were as glaring as could be, and she wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

Seeing that Duncan had finally finished eating, she immediately cast an imploring look at him.

Duncan, slumped in his chair, saw that Susan hadn't even finished a small portion of fries and said, "Eat quickly. If you don't eat now, you won't have the chance later. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Gasp!

The secretary was startled by these words. She thought for a while but couldn't figure out the hidden meaning, yet she still finished the fries in small bites.

After finishing the fries and leaving the KFC, Susan got into the car, but Duncan did not.

"Go to the suburbs and rent a warehouse for me. Money is no object; put it on my tab. If you do a good job, I don't mind giving you a reward. I don't need a vase right now, you know? There is no shortage of playthings in this new world!"

The poor secretary was frightened into trembling by Duncan's strange words and evil tone, and she nodded hurriedly.

Duncan curled his lips and waved his hand to signal that Susan could go do her work.

Watching the sports car drive away, Duncan stayed at the entrance of the KFC for a while, then walked aimlessly down the street.

There was a bit of a smile on his face, and he looked quite happy.

But deep down, he was cursing Alexander Isaacs, that treacherous dog. Just now, while eating fried chicken, he had seen the surveillance camera inside the store rotate abnormally out of the corner of his eye.

At that moment, Duncan's heart had gone cold. No matter how high-sounding his words were on the surface, he was still being monitored behind his back.

For the time being, he had no way to shake off the persona of a madman. If he showed even the slightest flaw, the Umbrella Special Operations Force would come knocking to customize a clone for him.

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and exposed his white shirt. It wasn't that he wanted to look like a thug; it was just that he was getting a bit hot from walking, and the suit wasn't very breathable.

Duncan walked down the peaceful street, his temperament, expression, and movements making him look like a talent who had just graduated from Arkham.

He didn't want it to be this way, but since the surveillance cameras on the road were observing him without restraint, he had no choice but to maintain this disguise while operating in this world until he possessed the capital to go up against the Umbrella Corporation.

Not long after, Duncan arrived in front of a gun shop named Kendo and had the thought of going inside to take a look.

Gun control in Zhonghua Jia was extremely strict, and the only time he had touched a gun in his previous life was one he had snatched from a drug dealer; he liked guns very much, as things that could bring both a sense of security and insecurity easily addicted those who had never been exposed to them.

Walking into Kendo Gun Shop, what met his eyes were shelves filled with various long and short firearms, while a somewhat stout, middle-aged white man leaned against the counter, watching the news on a television hanging from a load-bearing pillar.

Hearing the chime of the door, the white man habitually glanced toward the entrance and said, "Welcome to Kendo Gun... Shop, what kind of weapon are you looking to buy?"

The middle-aged man's words stuttered when he saw Duncan, and his hand involuntarily dropped toward his waist.

A person's temperament is largely influenced by their appearance, and the unique experiences Duncan had before transmigrating had left him with a touch of madness, which, combined with his appearance after transmigrating, made him look like a high-level criminal.

Locking eyes with those slightly bloodshot eyes made the owner of Kendo feel a chill.

However, the owner of Kendo was a gun dealer after all, and he had seen plenty of monsters and freaks; it was just one more person who looked like a criminal coming in to buy weapons, and as long as the paperwork was in order, he would sell them regardless!

"Give me big guns, big guns in every sense of the word!"