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Chapter 1761 Waiting for a Rabbit to Run into a Tree Stump (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Bright light shone on the clean, white corridor.

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With a crisp sound, the tightly closed electronic door opened naturally.

The chubby staff member in the white uniform looked up and walked through the electronic door.

The lights above the entire electronic gate flickered twice.

The chubby staff member looked up, glanced back at the radiance overhead, and scratched his head in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

A young man walking towards him looked up and stared at him with some confusion.

“This door seems to be broken,” the chubby staff member turned his head and looked at the slowly closing electronic door. “I remember this light flashing once per person, didn’t it?”

The young man glanced at the light, then looked down at the chubby staff member in front of him, and said slowly, "Did someone mistake you for two different people?"

The overweight staff member's face darkened. "You're being a bit too aggressive."

“Alright, a new batch of experimental materials has arrived,” the young man said, taking out a roll and unfolding it into a tablet computer. “We need to sort and store them.”

"More materials have arrived?" Upon hearing this, the chubby staff member's face darkened, and he leaned back uncomfortably before saying in a hoarse voice, "Why are there so many materials lately?"

“There’s nothing we can do,” the young man shook his head, “too many people have died.”

"Another violent death in the street?" The fat staff member lowered his voice, seemingly suppressing a nauseating feeling that arose with the memory. "Why is it always us doing these things? Can't they take turns and let someone else do it?"

“Those are all long-term employees who have been with us for several years longer than us. We're the only ones who haven't been fully promoted yet,” the young man sighed, looking at the chubby staff member. “Who else can handle this?”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's go. If we stay any longer, we'll have to work overtime until midnight again. Even those people collecting corpses on the street didn't complain. At least we've processed relatively complete materials."

"Sigh, when will this lousy job ever end?" the chubby employee said slowly.

"Shh," the young man immediately covered the fat staff member's mouth, looked up, and glanced at the surveillance camera in the corridor. "Are you crazy?"

He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'd rather you do it than not. Think about what you'll become without a job. Do you want to end up on the streets?"

The chubby staff member seemed to realize something, his body trembled, and he quickly shook his head.

"You should watch your words in the future. I hope the next time I see you, it won't be in the storage room." The young man shook his head and led the somewhat timid, chubby staff member into another corridor on the left.

Above them, the camera that had been pointing at them slowly turned to look at the rest of the corridor.

Behind them, He Ao watched them leave, passing through the blind spot of the camera and walking to the other side of the corridor.

This is a closed wall.

As He Ao approached, the wall trembled slightly, revealing a hidden door. The hidden door then opened naturally, revealing a dark corridor inside.

As He Ao appeared, the lights that had been turned off ahead turned on one by one as he moved forward, illuminating the road ahead.

At the same time, a series of cameras, each glowing red, were also turned on.

He Ao lifted his foot and stepped past the hidden door in front of him. He raised his eyes and glanced at the surveillance camera flashing red light in the corridor above his head, and slowly moved forward.

The camera seemed to sense his gaze and, as he moved, naturally turned away, avoiding He Ao.

The dark corridor was deep and silent, forming a spiral ramp that seemed to be a road spiraling downwards, leading to the deepest part of the earth.

After circling around countless times, He Ao finally reached the deepest part of the spiral, where a simple, unadorned, tightly closed iron gate stood before him.

He raised his hand and tried to open the iron gate with a little force, but the iron gate remained firmly in place.

As He Ao made his attempt, the surface of the iron door twitched, and a somewhat chubby face slowly bulged out from the door. The face opened two golden eyes, glanced at He Ao, and then looked away.

He Ao increased his strength again, but the door remained unmoved.

At this moment, the face on the door opened its eyes again, glanced at He Ao, and said slowly, "You need a key to open the door, otherwise you are not allowed to enter."

He Ao withdrew his hand, glanced at him with interest, but did not reply.

The fat face glanced at He Ao again and said in a slightly shrill voice, "Judging from your attire and demeanor, you are also from high society. Let me give you a piece of advice: a key is not just a key."

After saying that, the figure on the door closed its eyes again, its entire cheeks slightly upturned, as if waiting for He Ao's reaction.

But after a brief pause, he did not receive any feedback from Heo.

He slightly opened his left eye and found that He Ao's hand had been placed on the doorknob again.

“If you don’t understand, I can put it more bluntly,” the face raised its head again and said in a shrill voice, “Gold, silver, jewels, flesh and blood, soul—you can offer whatever you have. You can open the door with a key, and you can open the door with an offering. But if you have nothing to offer, you will never be able to open this door.”

As he spoke, the door trembled slightly, as if it had become thicker and more solid.

However, He Ao seemed not to hear the words on the cheek behind the door, and simply gripped the doorknob.

This time, a faint purple glow flashed in his pupils.

This time, with his movements, the doorknob that had been motionless before became twisted under his hand, and the entire sturdy door began to curl violently as if it were being torn apart from alloy and sheet metal.

The face on the door, along with He Ao's movements, began to twist and deform, stretching into a rotating spiral.

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Finally, with a crisp sound, a long crack tore open in the sturdy door.

Immediately afterwards, the crack widened rapidly and extended into new cracks.

"No, no, no, sir, I'll open the door for you, I'll open the door for you," the distorted face on the door cried out quickly, "Please, don't use any more force."

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As he spoke, the door opened, revealing a dark crack.

He Ao withdrew his strength and naturally pushed open the door.

A pitch-black space appeared in his field of vision.

This time, the lights in front of him did not turn on.

The lights and network here seem to be on a separate local area network, not part of the main system in the Starry Sky Pharmaceutical Building, and Eve has no control over them.

However, this level of darkness did not affect He Ao's 'vision'.

At this moment, he could vaguely 'see' huge shelves standing in the darkness, each shelf holding a tightly closed white alloy box.

These boxes, of varying sizes, are neatly arranged on the shelves.

This is the 'medical supplies' that Stars Pharmaceuticals prepared for this operation, and these are medical supplies with extraordinary powers.

According to information obtained by He Ao from the memories of those core bureaucrats at Qunxing Pharmaceuticals, in addition to this underground warehouse, Qunxing Pharmaceuticals also had several large warehouses in Vicate City to store medical supplies.

This amount of medical supplies far exceeds the needs of the Rockwell Energy Group mercenary group.

An army marches on its stomach.

This is the foundation of a centuries-old medical consortium.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and moved through the entire shelf.

The metal boxes on these shelves seem to have some kind of shielding and sealing effect, but through his divine sense and super memory, He Ao can probably still 'sense' the extraordinary power contained within these metal boxes.

The extraordinary items in this warehouse seem to be arranged in order of increasing power, with the earlier items being weaker and the later items being stronger.

He Ao slowly moved forward along the shelves, passing through the gaps between them, and walked to the deepest part of the warehouse.

The further you go, the smaller the shelves become, and the fewer items are displayed on them.

On He's left and right sides, something seemed to be surging in the darkness.

Soon, He Ao walked to the innermost part of the entire warehouse.

There are no shelves here anymore, only a clean platform.

A metal box about the size of a palm was placed on the platform.

As He Ao approached, a sensor light automatically turned on, like a beam of holy light descending from the sky, illuminating the box in front of He Ao.

He Ao raised his hand and opened the metal box.

A ruby ​​ring shimmering with a dark red glow came into his view.

Next to the ring was a card covered in tiny print, which described this extraordinary item.

This ring is called the 'Bloodflow Ring'.

This is an extraordinary item that can be effective against B-grade items.

Its function is simple: when the wearer is injured, a continuous flow of life force will flow into the wearer's body, providing continuous healing.

In return, the ring absorbs the blood of its wearer. However, during the absorption process, the wearer will not feel the loss of their own blood due to the influx of life force.

If the blood is drained, the ring will begin to absorb the wearer's soul.

However, there are ways to offset this negative cost.

On the back of this card is an explanation of an alternative payment method.

That is, to feed the ring with enough blood and souls. No special sacrificial rituals or offerings are needed. Just place it in a place with many dead people, and the ring will naturally absorb blood and souls.

Therefore, Starsun Pharmaceuticals has been searching for places with high mortality rates to cultivate this ring.

The life force transformed from the blood and souls extracted will be stored in this ring if it is not used. The more it is stored, the more rosy the ring will become. And it will not draw blood from the holder until the ring's power is exhausted.

Upon seeing this, He Ao glanced at the ring.

This ring is so red it's practically dripping blood.

He then turned his gaze back to the card and continued reading.

The card concludes by emphasizing that even if the ring is not used, it should be kept in places with many dead people. If it does not absorb blood and spirits for a period of time, the power stored in the ring will decline exponentially.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the darkness above.

Above this underground warehouse is the materials storage room of Starry Sky Pharmaceuticals, where a large number of the deceased's remains are stored.

So this ring is the reason why Starry Sky Pharmaceuticals wants to put its warehouse here.

He picked up the Bloodflow Ring from the box. The ring had indeed not tried to draw his blood. The gemstone on the ring was blood-red, but it had a faint, warm feel to it, as if it were some kind of living thing.

This ring is actually a fairly practical healing item.

Even when all the energy inside is used up, it can still be used as a life-saving item to increase endurance.

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"What does Mr. Hawke think of this ring?"

As He Ao gazed at the ring, slow footsteps sounded behind him. A man with shoulder-length golden-brown curly hair slowly emerged from the darkness, looked at He Ao, and smiled slightly. "If Mr. Hawke is willing to abandon the darkness and accept our employment again, I can give this ring to you."

He Ao turned around and looked at the man with golden-brown curly hair behind him.

dong dong dong-

Meanwhile, in the darkness on the other side, a male figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

However, he was positioned slightly behind the man with the golden-brown curly hair, with half of his body hidden in the darkness.

He was wearing a white robe with faint, invisible patterns on it, and his long hair was tied into a bun at the back of his head.

He kept his head down, and whether it was due to the lighting or some other special ability, his face was hidden in darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, He Ao's gaze did not fall on the man in the long robe, but instead looked at the man with golden-brown curly hair, and asked slowly, "Director of the Federal Intelligence Service, Wilder?"

Upon hearing He Ao's question, the man with golden-brown curly hair raised an eyebrow slightly. "Mr. Hawke actually knows me, so I can skip the introduction."

He looked at Heo and continued with a smile, "I know Mr. Hawke may not like corporations right now, but you don't have to serve them. You can join the Federal Intelligence Service and become a federal employee. The Intelligence Service and Graystone Palace will protect you, and you will receive honors and income commensurate with your merits and achievements."

He slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and looked at He Ao. "We can help you get rid of the conglomerate's warrant for your arrest. We can also help you make arrangements with the Menshu Group so they won't bother you anymore. You can trust us; we can do it."

Upon hearing his words, He Ao turned his gaze to the white-robed figure standing in the shadows beside him and said slowly, "A member of the Church of Death?"

“You don’t need to care where my companion comes from,” Wilder said with a slight smile, his eyes narrowing. “From now on, we’ll be companions, and he will be a great help to you.”

Hearing his words, He Ao turned his gaze and calmly looked at him. As if he suddenly remembered something, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled, "Do you know how the former director of the intelligence agency died?"