"Really?" Wang Ying's voice suddenly rang out.
She happened to be walking over from the far end of the corridor, carrying the Black Gold Bone Blade in one hand. Its sheath knocked against her hip with a dull thud.
After hearing Cao Xianming out, she turned expressionlessly to Front Desk Robot 001. "A hundred zom... living specimens. Any other requirements?"
"No." 001 shook its head.
"Then that's easy enough."
Even Cao Xianming raised his eyes at Wang Ying's words.
Easy enough?
What did she mean?
Why would she say that?
Wang Ying held up the Black Gold Bone Blade, her tone as casual as if she were discussing what to have for lunch.
"With how densely packed those zombies below are, one slash from me could take out at least thirty or forty."
"Three slashes would do it."
She turned to 001 again to confirm. "They just have to be alive, with no other requirements, right?"
"No." 001 shook its head again.
"Then we're good."
Wang Ying said nothing more, as though the matter were already settled.
But Cao Xianming did not breathe a sigh of relief.
He knew this world's bullshit all too well, and he knew those rules lurking in the shadows all too well.
If there wasn't something fishy about that zombie city below, he would twist his own head off and let someone kick it around like a ball!
He suddenly asked a crucial question. "How do you collect the mission items?"
"You only need to incapacitate the mission items," 001 answered. "Logistics robots will then go and collect them."
After hearing this, Cao Xianming found a stool and sat down, his fingers tapping rapidly on the Data Model as streams of data cascaded down the Light Screen like a waterfall.
Thirty seconds later, he arrived