I have been sleeping for 500 years and I opened a supermarket in the end times

"you……"

"Shh, stop making noise." Ji Yan interrupted her impatiently.

Fu Ying closed her mouth consciously.

On the screen, Tan Ran made a move.

She raised her upper body with difficulty, reached out, opened the first drawer of another bedside table, and took out a pair of scissors.

00: 02: 05

She held a pair of scissors and hesitated among the three different colored strings on the top of the explosive pack.

?

Fu Ying's mind was full of questions.

what is she doing

"Disarm the explosive pack!" Ji Yan answered Fu Ying's question.

...Is it that easy to defuse a bomb?

Ji Yan no longer answered her questions.

00: 01: 02

Tan Ran was still hesitating. Perhaps she was still expecting other people from the institute to rescue her, or perhaps she did not believe what Ji Yan said.

00: 00: 35

Tan Ran raised his head, his eyes seeming to meet the people watching through the screen.

Fu Ying was startled by her and turned away from the screen guiltily. But then she thought, Tan Ran didn't know that someone had retrieved the surveillance footage, so she probably wanted to alert the group of people in charge of the institute.

So she turned back and silently watched what might be the last scene before Tan Ran's death.

00: 00: 06

Tan Ran's scissors stopped on the red line.

As long as she exerts a little force, the thread will be cut...

00: 00: 03

The scene Ji Yan expected did not appear. She was a little disappointed: "This guy is too lucky. This is the second time."

Fu Ying didn't dare to think about what "the second time" meant. She could only remain silent, feeling a little lost inside.

But she had never seen a living person being killed in an explosion.

It was a rare opportunity, but I failed.

Ji Yan ignored her twisted thoughts and asked, "Is she the ceiling of your base's combat power?"

Ugh!

Fu Ying thought about it seriously and answered uncertainly: "Yes!"

"Do you think there are stronger people in your base?"

Fu Ying hesitated for a moment: "...Captain Zhao."

"Oh? Isn't he an ordinary person?" Ji Yan became interested.

"That's just what he said to the Alliance government and civilians." Fu Ying shook her head gently. "His strength is terrifying. I guess he is most likely one of the first group of people with special abilities to awaken 20 years ago."

"civilian?"

Ji Yan wanted to laugh. Fu Ying looked at her uneasily, fearing that she would kill him in her mood swings. She hurriedly wanted to explain, but she was beaten to it.

"I remember that this old man seemed to be... 54 years old?" Ji Yan thought for a moment, "This is the age I found on the official website. Awakening his abilities at the age of 34 is a bit late, but if he has good talent, he shouldn't be too far behind after 20 years."

"Yes." Fu Ying nodded. "The value of the first batch of psychics is obvious to all. Now the rest are dead or disabled, but Base Captain Zhao still retains his strength... and is even going to make further progress."

"What is his current level?" Ji Yan asked calmly.

"...Not sure, but definitely better than Tan Ran."

"..."

Ji Yan was silent for a moment, then waved her hand, and a brand new set of four-piece bedding was placed on Fu Ying.

"Go." She lazily tapped her foot in the direction of the bed, "show your worth."

Fu Ying was sweating because of the soft cotton core of the quilt.

She looked at Ji Yan in surprise: "Boss, it's summer now."

She shook the cotton wick she was holding halfway and continued, "There are no thermostats in the slums."