Since Wilichko and the rest were prepared to use Renaissance Coins to buy the JS substrate, then they could start from the success rate. The lowest grade of the JS substrate was sold for one million, and every five percent increase would triple the price. In this way, 80 percent would be three million, 85 percent would be nine million, and 90 percent would be 27 million. If each zombie sold for ten dollars, then they would have to kill 2.7 million zombies to get 90 percent of the JS substrate. If they wanted to go one step further and reach 100 percent … there might not be many zombies left in China, and they wouldn't have to worry about Wilichko not buying it. No one dared to use their nickname to gamble their luck. The higher the position, the more so. They could earn money from other sources, so they wouldn't risk their lives to save money.
Thinking of this, Ishihara was sure that it was good to have independent intellectual property rights in his hands. He had the right to set the price, and Wilichko probably didn't know that he would have to work for Zhang Xiaoqiang for the rest of his life in order to get the advanced evolutionary substrate of his dreams. Wilichko obviously didn't think that far ahead. He had been blinded by this great news. According to his calculations, killing 100,000 zombies with three thousand people was really nothing. As long as he was given a month, he could kill at least three times this number of zombies, and by then, he would have three JS substrates. Not to mention he had his own evolvers, and as long as the evolvers were added into the equation …
Evolved zombies are five times more expensive than normal zombies, and type 2 zombies are five times more expensive. If you are lucky enough to catch one alive, the price will be ten times more expensive. The same goes for type 3 zombies. Also, if you catch a type Z zombie, it will be at least twice as expensive as a type 2 zombie, which means that one type Z zombie is equivalent to more than ten thousand normal zombies. Oh right, we also have a lot of special items that can continuously improve the abilities of evolvers. According to the type and effect, we will charge different revival coins, so the general can rest assured. As long as you try your best to kill zombies, it is not impossible for you to become a strong person like in the fairy tales … "
One carrot after another was thrown in front of Wilichko, and Wilichko instantly turned into a rabbit in Ishihara's eyes. All kinds of strange ideas were built in Ishihara's mind, and they were placed on Wilichko's body layer by layer. Wilichko didn't know that he would have to work for Zhang Xiaoqiang for the rest of his life, but he was still beaming with joy. He couldn't help but ask, "Since you already have the Evolutionary Substrate, you must have a lot of evolvers, right? Do you have more than a thousand?"
Ishihara smiled and said proudly, "That's right.
"It won't be long before the general can personally see the scale of our Blood Battle Group. I believe it will give the general an unforgettable experience …"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room shook violently. The chandeliers and wall lamps shattered and went out one after another, as if there was an earthquake. The entire room was plunged into darkness. The sound of wine bottles shattering on the floor sounded like drumbeats. Wilichko screamed in a frenzy. Everyone threw themselves onto the floor that was littered with broken glass. Some pulled their companions away and crawled to the coffee table that was filled with junk. Some flipped the sofa over to cover themselves, while others cried in panic. Even Ishihara had no choice but to hide on top of a pile of stockings in a corner of the room. He prayed in torment that the earthquake would not kill him.
"Kaboom …"
There was a loud noise, as if a bomb had exploded on the outer wall of the Black Star Bar. Amidst the intense tremors, cracks began to appear on the wall. Women's screams and men's roars could be vaguely heard from outside. The shaking grew stronger and stronger, and the terrifying feeling of suffocation made everyone forget to breathe. Their hearts stopped beating as they waited for the final moment to come. There were a few more loud noises, and the cracked wall completely collapsed. All sorts of glassware shattered, and even the coffee table that was previously holding the wine bottles was shattered into countless pieces. The broken shards were still rolling on the floor. Countless bricks and stones came crashing down. The moment the wall collapsed, light shone in from the outside. As soon as the messy room was exposed, it was covered in dust. Then, the entire building began to deform and collapse. An even greater disaster was about to befall them …
Ishihara's body was curled up, and he was stuck under the collapsed stone beam. His entire body felt like it was being torn apart. The most severe part was his foot. He could still feel pain in other parts of his body, but he could not feel his right foot anymore. It was as if he had never been born with this foot. Ishihara was not the kind of person who would mourn the loss of a foot. He was anxious. What had caused this place to collapse?
Would the rescue troops know that he was here?
How many people would die because of this disaster? If he was still alive, would Wilickko be alive as well?
There were also the posthumans outside. Under the influence of alcohol, how many of them would be able to escape? All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, a few shadows flashed through the gaps between the stone beam and the bricks. A rough voice came from outside.
"There's someone alive here. Someone to help …"
Now that he had been discovered, most of Ishihara's worries were gone. He couldn't help but moan. He wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry and painful that he couldn't make a sound. When the rescuers found him, they immediately let go of the tension in their hearts. However, the pain in his body multiplied. A strong sense of dizziness washed over him like a tidal wave. If it weren't for Ishihara's strong character, he would have been knocked unconscious by this feeling.
Just as he was struggling against the dizziness, the stone beam in front of him was suddenly pulled apart, and piles of cement and bricks fell down. His entire body shook violently, and he came back to his senses. The first thing he saw was two large hands grabbing him and pulling him away. The action was a little rough, and Shiyuanye couldn't help but cry out in pain. Even though he screamed, no one paid any attention to him. Shiyuanye was covered in cement dust, and his face had been smashed into pieces by the bricks. His right calf was dangling from his knee in a weird position. It was obvious that his bones had been fractured, and the uniform he was wearing was no longer recognizable as it used to be.
However, he did not suffer any more serious injuries. An evolver in leather armor walked up to him and placed his hand on his head. He then heard three words, "Normal human …"
After that, a strong man carried Shi Yuanya and took him to the street outside. Shi Yuanya was put on the street, which was guarded by dozens of soldiers. Shi Yuanya finally felt a little relieved. At least the damn calf would not hurt his nerves. A water bottle was shoved into Shi Yuanya's mouth. Shi Yuanya suddenly regained some strength. He drank half of the bottle in one breath, not caring that the water was choking his lungs. When the water bottle was taken away, Shi Yuanya slowly woke up. What he saw were rows of moaning wounded people on the street. Further away, there were bodies with their faces covered. The wounded people were divided into two groups. One group was ordinary people like Shi Yuanya, including more than ten women in strapless skirts or bikinis. The other group was the evolvers who had been partying in the bar. They were all tied up, even those with broken arms and legs. The unique three-story building had been turned into ruins. The evolvers of the Bloody Battle Group were still searching in the ruins. From time to time, some people would carry out the wounded survivors or the dead bodies. The evolvers with strength would move the collapsed buildings to the side, and the evolvers with different abilities would search for survivors. Further away, the military had completely blocked the street, and the tall buildings were also monitored by snipers with sniper rifles.
After drinking the water, Shi Yuanya was already half awake. Although he was still a little dizzy, it did not prevent him from thinking. It was not an earthquake. Only the Black Star Bar had been turned into ruins. The surrounding buildings only had a few broken windows. It was the evolvers of the Bloody Battle Group that had been stationed in Ordos City who had caused this tragedy. They were ruthless and had destroyed the whole building with a sneak attack, burying everyone in the ruins. Even Shi Yuanya had almost died. Thinking of this, Shi Yuanya was filled with anger. To use the Bloody Battle Group, he, Zhao Jun, and the leader of the Bloody Battle Group, Li Zhongyue, had to agree to it. Why?
Could it be that Li Zhongyue had rebelled?
All kinds of thoughts were in a mess. A sergeant walked to Shi Yuanya and squatted down. Shi Yuanya turned his head and stared at him. He was about to speak, but his throat was still as painful as before. His hoarse voice could not even form a complete word. In a moment of panic, he could only use his eyes to shoot anger at the sergeant, hoping that the sergeant would pay attention to him. The sergeant did not see his anger and anxiety. He just pulled Shi Yuanya's side, unloaded the pistol and the clip from his waist, and stood up to leave. As he walked, he looked at the Type-92 5.8mm pistol in his hand and muttered, "Strange, why did the Russians also use our standard pistol …"
Shi Yuanye didn't hear the sergeant's words clearly. He struggled to sit up, but the pain caused him to sweat profusely. A pair of arms covered in dust and scrapes reached out to hold his waist and slowly pulled him into a warm embrace. As he groaned uncontrollably, a wave of cheap perfume rushed into his nostrils, and then a pair of perky breasts rested on the back of his head.
"Don't move, you're badly hurt. We'll hide you later, so they won't be able to find you …"
The voice was very familiar, but Shi Yuanya had no impression of this hoarse female voice. The woman was speaking while unbuttoning his military uniform, obviously trying to help him take it off. Perhaps this woman had also guessed that the destruction of the Black Star Bar had something to do with the purge within the military. The woman's kindness almost made Shi Yuanya die. He did not believe that anyone would dare to harm him here. He struggled violently, and as he struggled, he shouted in a weak voice, "Help me polish the badge …"