Qin Ze and the other two quickly exchanged information on the Local Area Network.
Brother Devour: "The water's a bit deep."
The Dharma King said, "Stop dawdling and just confront the fat man directly."
Brother Devour: "Is this the final direction of the key?"
Qin Ze: "Deeper into the subway."
The Dharma King: "Dunima, you riddle maker! Even the key is a riddle maker! All riddle makers, die!"
Bolts of lightning rose up from the Dharma King's body.
Seeing the "electrified person" with his own eyes, Nangong Xingye was inexplicably excited.
They are gifted individuals!
Qin Ze slapped the Dharma King on the scalp, instantly extinguishing the electric current.
"He has too much energy; he needs to release it occasionally."
Nangong Xingye nodded. "Talented ability, well, that's understandable."
"If you'd like to learn more, I can tell you about the rebellion on the Sky Island."
Qin Ze pulled up a chair and sat down, flanked by his bodyguards on either side.
Nangong Xingye poured Qin Ze a glass of water and then began his story.
"After the Sky Island was completed, the faction advocating an attack brought a group of poor people into the Sky Island."
"However, the evacuation was urgent at the time, and some people didn't have time to board the ship."
"If they were alive, things wouldn't be like this now."
"Sigh, we've gone off on a tangent."
Qin Ze remembered that the fat man had mentioned this as well.
One unlucky Professor Chen, didn't make it onto the ship.
Nangong Xingye rubbed his temples and continued, "Artificial intelligence made a breakthrough in the near future, and humanoid combat weapons no longer need to be modified from martial artists, meaning they can be mass-produced."
"With the first batch of fully mechanical humanoid combat weapons put into service, the command was divided on the next steps in development."
Some people believe that the tradition of martial arts should be restored, emphasizing that true strength lies in one's own fists, and that external things are ultimately just external things.
"However, Lin Zhiyuan, the head of the Humanoid Combat Weapon Project, believes that having humanoid weapons is enough for now; they will take back everything we have lost from the Mutated Ones."
" The Sky Island has limited resources, and the number of martial artists is too small. Restoring the martial arts tradition would be both time-consuming and laborious. It would be better to focus all our efforts on developing the next generation of humanoid combat weapons."
"Because the humanoid combat weapons were indeed quite effective at the time, the headquarters agreed to Lin Zhiyuan's proposal."
"As time went on, there was still no progress on the next generation of humanoid combat weapons."
"The main problem is that Professor Chen, who was in charge of replicating innate abilities, is dead. At this stage, the humanoid weapons have no innate abilities, which greatly reduces their combat power."
"The command lost patience and restarted martial arts."
"The resources on Sky Island are limited. Restarting martial arts will reduce the resources available for the Humanoid Combat Weapon Project."
The conflict between Lin Zhiyuan and the headquarters began to escalate.
"Until one day, Lin Zhiyuan brought a group of Mutated Ones to the Sky Island in a spaceship."
Even after many years, Nangong Xingye still became extremely emotional when he recalled that scene.
That was a massacre!
"At least 10,000 civilians have died on the space station."
"The headquarters leadership was holding a meeting that day when a high-ranking Mutated Ones stormed into the conference room, and everyone died."
"I led the rest of the people back to Earth in a rescue spaceship, and since then I've been living in the dark subway, constantly on the run from Lin Zhiyuan and the Alienation Queen."
Subway Line Number Three was completed before the outbreak of the Mutated Ones Catastrophe.
Moreover, Line Number Three was originally designed as a special refuge.
It can even withstand a nuclear bomb with a yield of one megaton.
After the Sky Island project was completed, everyone had forgotten about Line Number Three.
Surprisingly, it was eventually put into use.
Today, most of the subway tunnels in Jiang City have collapsed, and only a section of Line Number Three has been preserved.
Finding Nangong Xingye and his group's location in the long, fragmented subway tunnel was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Where were the humanoid combat weapons when the Mutated Ones attacked the Sky Island?" Qin Ze asked.
Nangong Xingye gritted his teeth. "All the humanoid combat weapons have been dispatched by Lin Zhiyuan to carry out missions."
"From then on, Sky Island Sky Island to Lin Zhiyuan alone."
After a moment, Nangong Xingye, having regained his composure, asked expectantly, "How many people are still in Shelter No. 10? How many martial artists are there?"
Qin Ze said calmly, "The people in Shelter No. 10 actually died many years ago. The three of us came from a very far place and unintentionally gained access to Shelter No. 10."
Nangong Xingye's eyes instantly dimmed. "I knew it."
"When I saw that the three of you were martial artists, I was incredibly excited. I thought the plan could finally be put into action."
Qin Ze raised an eyebrow. "What plan?"
Nangong Xingye took out a map, on which a point was circled.
"There's a perfectly intact nuclear missile silo here, buried a hundred meters underground. I have the key."
" The Alienation Queen was unable to breach the defenses of the nuclear missile silos, leaving only a group of Mutated Ones to guard them."
"My plan is to restart martial arts, train a group of martial artists to take this place by force, and launch a nuclear attack on the Mutated Ones's lair."
"Even if we can't kill the Alienation Queen, we can still eliminate 90% of the Mutated Ones."
Qin Ze stared at the circle on the map, the key on his chest growing hotter and hotter.
Does the key want him to take over this launch silo?
"How many martial artists do you have now?" Qin Ze asked.
Nangong Xingye lowered his head and sighed softly.
"One hundred and twenty-three Low-Level Martial Artist and twenty-seven Intermediate Martial Artist."
"It will take at least another generation's effort to have a sufficient number of martial artists to carry out this plan."
There are nearly two hundred Mutated Ones stationed near the nuclear missile silos.
There were also two advanced Mutated Ones among them.
To be on the safe side, at least two hundred martial artists are needed.
Given the existing resources of the subway system, this plan would still take seventy years, almost a generation.
"Are there enough people now?"
Qin Ze's voice rang in my ears.
Nangong Xingye looked up and was instantly stunned by what he saw.
Suddenly, nearly a hundred people wearing various cat, dog, bird, and beast masks appeared in his large office.
Based on their Qi and blood perception, these people's average level is between 0.8 and 0.9.
Nangong Xingye's eyes widened. "You... your talent is Corpse Control?"
Upon hearing this, the clones were displeased.
"You're the corpse, your whole family are corpses."
"We are his father."
"What kind of bullshit look is that?"
"I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words, old Deng."
"..."
After being greeted with a Zaun of friendly, albeit somewhat sarcastic, greetings from his clones, Nangong Xingye finally came to his senses.
I'm... sorry.
Qin Ze: "So, is that enough?"
Nangong Xingye nodded repeatedly. "Enough, enough!"
This was the first time he had ever seen such a bizarre ability.
Qin Ze tapped the table lightly with his right index finger.
"Now, I have one last question."
What's with those Mutated Ones outside the subway station?
Nangong Xingye said helplessly, "Them? Just a bunch of unfortunate people."