Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye, Zhou Han, and Xiaosi with a strange expression on his face.
After a long while...
Zhang Ziliang withdrew his gaze, took a deep look at Wang Ye, and almost imperceptibly gave Wang Ye a thumbs up.
With Wang Ye's face gradually turning darker, he laughed twice, "Alright, you all know each other well enough now. Let me introduce you to your new teammate."
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang pointed to a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked somewhat scholarly standing next to him.
"Li Hongtian!"
"Second awakener!"
"Specifically, brain and blood!"
As Zhang Ziliang introduced him, Li Hongtian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, hiding his eyes behind the thick lenses, with a gentle smile on his face as he looked at everyone, or more precisely, looked at Wang Ye.
"King Yama."
"I've heard a lot about you."
King Yama? Wang Ye frowned slightly. Since when did he get such a strange nickname?
Even stranger was that none of the people before him showed any surprise at this nickname...
With some complaints in mind, Wang Ye reached out and shook Li Hongtian's hand lightly.
The atmosphere was still quite friendly.
It's just that Li Hongtian kept his eyes on Wang Ye, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
"If there are no issues, then the squad is officially formed," Yang Chen said expressionlessly, walking in with a bottle of champagne in his hand.
However, his eyes were also fixed on Wang Ye.
Wang Ye looked at Yang Chen awkwardly. That day, in order to prove his strength, he seemed to have caused some psychological damage to Yang Chen.
However...
If he didn't use his abilities now, he could probably take on 5 Yang Chens at the same time.
....
He seemed to have accidentally treated Yang Chen as a unit of measurement...
If Yang Chen knew Wang Ye's inner thoughts, it would probably cause secondary damage.
"Shall we celebrate?"
Zhang Ziliang took the clearly valuable bottle of champagne, looked at Wang Ye and the others, and said with a smile.
Liu Qian nodded lightly with a hint of a smile on her face.
While Wang Qiang unconsciously looked at Wang Ye...
He knew that to survive constantly in supernatural events, flattering Zhang Ziliang was clearly useless.
Sure enough...
Wang Ye frowned slightly, "Although it’s not very nice to disturb your elegant mood, I think it would be better to first provide everyone with some resources, after all, increasing our strength is the best way to survive."
Zhang Ziliang silently put down the champagne in his hand and coughed lightly, nodding solemnly.
"You're right! I was just testing your willpower earlier, very good!"
Ignoring Yang Chen's strange gaze, Zhang Ziliang opened the drawer of his desk, as if it were a treasure chest, and kept taking things out.
"Custom pistol, gold bullets!"
"Smoke grenades that can temporarily form a smoky ghost domain to temporarily block the ghost's murderous rules!"
"Flashlight that can shine farther when used in a ghost domain."
One by one he introduced them, Zhang Ziliang's eyes were full of smiles.
Wang Ye's eyes also gradually lit up. These were all good things!
The most ordinary one was probably the pistol with gold bullets. Its effectiveness was probably not much stronger than his own crossbow, but it was more convenient.
The seemingly ordinary smoke grenade was a life-saving device.
And the most chilling was the flashlight. In front of the flashlight was an eye...
Full of resentment...
It made people shudder.
"This was made by the lab,"
"The material... is the eyeball of a ghost..."
Zhang Ziliang said lightly, as if it were just a trivial little thing.
Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly: "The parts of a ghost's body? Has the lab figured out how to kill ghosts already?"
"No, ghosts cannot be killed, only sealed," Li Hongtian gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and explained before Zhang Ziliang could speak, "It's just that the lab has grasped the method of deconstructing ghosts to some extent."
"Besides, Zhang Xiaoming is clearly a genius, or a madman..."
"She has many bold experiments, most of which have failed, but there are still some successful works."
Li Hongtian looked at Wang Ye with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Wang Ye nodded slightly, inadvertently glancing at Li Hongtian.
This guy, second awakener, also very knowledgeable about the lab, was clearly not simple.
Even if he didn't grab the squad leader position in Beijing, he could easily become a squad leader in some smaller cities.
Wang Ye still didn't know what his purpose was for joining their squad.
"These are all strategic weapons, very valuable! Except for the squads in Beijing, other regions currently don't have the qualifications to carry them," Zhang Ziliang coughed lightly, trying to regain some presence.
Wang Ye nodded silently. This thing could now be mass-produced.
It was just that gold was becoming more and more expensive as supernatural events erupted, and the bullets were obviously quite valuable.
There were only two smoke grenades given out.
There was even only one flashlight.
Clearly... the production process of this thing should be quite complex. Currently, the squad could only be equipped with this quantity.
"Alright, now I'll announce another thing,"
Zhang Ziliang's expression gradually became more serious as he looked deeply at everyone.
"The lab has improved the risk assessment of second awakening."
"But the mortality rate is still thirty percent."
"Each squad has one free awakening quota for a single awakener."
"Any volunteers?"
Hearing Zhang Ziliang's words, the atmosphere in the conference room gradually became heavier.
After all, this concerned their lives.
Wang Qiang sighed slightly and forced a laugh, "I'll volunteer."
Wang Ye looked at him in surprise... because Wang Qiang had volunteered almost without considering.
Wang Qiang nodded at Wang Ye, "I have no choice. It's been over a year since I awakened, and my physical condition is deteriorating. If I don't get a second awakening, I might... not make it past a month."
As he spoke, Wang Qiang gently rolled up his sleeves.
His arms that were as withered as an old man's were revealed, without a trace of color.
"Good luck."
Wang Ye patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder silently.
The decay of physical functions was something every awakener could not escape.
Frequent use of abilities would only accelerate one's death.
But even without use, it was only a matter of dying faster or slower.
The only way out was repeated awakening.
Zhang Ziliang nodded as if he had expected Wang Qiang to volunteer all along. He wrote a note and handed it to him.
"Go to the lab and give this to them."
Wang Qiang took the note and nodded slightly. He bid farewell to Wang Ye and left.
"I'll volunteer too!"
Suddenly, Liu Qian's determined voice rang out.
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