369 The Rare Quantum Computer (2/2)

Both feet stomped onto the ground.

He gathered his balance and let out a breath. After he crossed the river, it would no longer be a part of Wanghai territory.

The screeching howl of Death Claw came from the distance not far behind his back, but it quickly faded.

He attached the claw back on his belt and took off his hood.

”Phew, of course, it won't chase.”

The face, it was Lin Chaoen.

A hologram map appeared two inches in front of his eyes, the mechanical eyes slightly turned as he directed his vision to the west.

Wanghai rural area's zombie concentration was extremely scattered, but the density of mutants was relatively high. However, the mutants seemed to be different from the ones inside Wanghai; they didn't seem to demonstrate aggressiveness, at least not to the digitalized human.

A Death Claw was wandering among the shambles, hunting for food. When it passed by Lin Chaoen, it only sniffed its nose before he gave up on the prey made out of metal and silica gel.

A few survivors, hiding in the dark, fearfully looked at the Death Claw pass by Lin Chaoen. They were baffled at the fact that the Death Claw didn't attack this man.

His electronic eyes scanned the survivors, but he chose to ignore them and headed to his destination.

Aside from the two groups of bandits who wasted a few minutes of his time, he had a smooth journey.

He headed west for two hours before he stopped in front of a warehouse.

A man with a cigarette in his mouth walked out of the shadows. Along with him were a few soldiers holding rifles. From the symbol on their uniform, they were from the Crimson Chamber of Commerce.

”You are late.” The man with the cigarette blew out a ring of smoke.

”Got caught up along the way,” Lin Chaoen apologized.

The man glanced at the blood yet to dry on his face. He didn't ask for the reason as he took out his cigarette from his mouth.

”Then let's start.”

Lin Chaoen didn't answer him. He walked around him to the door of the warehouse.

He put his finger on the circle on the warehouse panel.

”Fingerprint identification?” The cigarette man asked.

”Electric signal identification.” Lin Chaoen corrected him concisely and backed away a few steps.

The door opened, exposing the items stored in the warehouse.

The man's pupils contracted.

A full warehouse stuffed with B-grade steel. By crude estimation, there were at least 1000 tons.

”It's hard to imagine how rich you are.” Greed flashed across the man's eyes.

At the Sixth Street, the price of one ton of B-grade steel was already 100 crystals. 1000 tons would sell for one hundred thousand crystals!

But he thought about what his boss told him as the greed in his mind began to cool down.

”It's the wealth of my father, purchased before the war.” He looked at the cigarette man as Lin Chaoen didn't seem to mind the expression change on his face. Then he said emotionally, ”Like our agreement, half of the steel's usage will be determined by you. The other half, I need you to follow my demand and produce the parts I need.”

After a pause, a noble smile appeared on Lin Chaoen's face.

”Of course, if I don't see what I want to see a month later, some unfortunate events may occur.”

That smile was cruel.