"This job is a little difficult." Standing on the platform of the twentieth floor, Little Wong looked down into the abyss.
This atrium extended deep into the Earth. From the outside, this was the twentieth floor, but the platform everyone stood on was marked as the 348th floor. In other words, more than three hundred floors of this atrium storing clones were underground.
The atrium had an inner diameter of roughly two hundred meters. Every floor formed a ring, with at least a hundred cultivation pods parked there. Multiplied by more than three hundred floors, there were at least thirty thousand sleeping enemies here.
Should they collect samples of the duplicates in different states? The clone pods clearly came in different models too. Should they take a few of each as well?
"There are many kinds of difficult. I don't quite understand what you mean." Carried by Cloak, Gwen flew to the middle of the atrium and cut off the mechanical arms that resembled those of a claw machine. After trying to stuff one of the giant claws into her bag as well, she flew back and landed beside Wong. "Do you mean the kind of difficult where beautiful, wealthy women look for true love in Sex and the City? Or the kind where someone investigates a headless cold case from more than a decade ago in True Detective?"
Little Wong wordlessly turned away and got to work. "I don't understand what you're talking about, so I've decided to ignore you."
"Don't you watch premium channels like HBO?" Gwen looked rather smug, clicking her tongue. "In my world, even elementary school kids got around their parents' passwords to watch those shows."
"...Our world doesn't have HBO. At present, the only one producing web dramas is our Wilson Entertainment channel."
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