Holding the Southwest

Jia Qingshan's proposal truly tempted him.

Wu Ming did indeed need a powerful intelligence network, but not solely to search for monsters. It also needed to include information on mutated plants.

Of course, he had not forgotten what mutated plants were also called.

Wood Spirits.

At present, this three-month-long epidemic had entered its latter half. It could be said that the vast majority of living creatures around the world had already been infected.

Although plants were generally harder to mutate, with such an enormous base, some were bound to undergo transformations. As for where they were hiding, that remained unknown for the time being.

But with the country's intelligence network, no matter where in the nation relevant clues emerged, he would receive the news immediately.

If things went smoothly and he found one or two Wood Spirits before September, he was completely confident that he could advance into a Wargod Level powerhouse—perhaps even beyond an entry-level Warlord.

"I understand." Wu Ming nodded with a faint smile. "Even if the director hadn't mentioned it, I would have contacted Mr. Zhao anyway. After all, my weapons can't be shipped through regular channels."

"Then contact him quickly." Jia Qingshan smiled. "Once you've confirmed your flight, I'll have someone take you to the airport."

"Alright."

Wu Ming did not hesitate any longer and directly dialed Zhao Minghui's number.

The call was answered after only one ring. "This is Zhao Minghui. What is it, Student Wu?"

"There are two matters I need to trouble Mr. Zhao with." Wu Ming said, "I'm preparing to leave Kyoto and return to Shushi, so I'd like to trouble you to ship my weapons again."

"No problem." Zhao Minghui agreed without hesitation. "What about the second matter? Go ahead and tell me."

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