Global Apocalypse: Awakening the Soul-Swallowing Talent at the Beginning

Song Siming's eyes were dark and he laughed coldly:

"Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Shi Bashi curled his lips:

"Then if you don't even know the name of your enemy, how can you be sure that the person pretending to be 'Rethekton' is the one you are looking for?"

"Aren't you afraid of making mistakes?"

"I have my own judgment method. You don't have to worry too much about such inconsequential issues." Song Siming interrupted forcefully:

"By the way, do you want revenge?"

Shi Bashi moved his legs off the bed and said in a neither salty nor cool tone:

"Of course I do."

"So what's your plan?"

"First find out the name of our common enemy?"

Song Siming: "..."

"Do you think I don't dare to kill you? Or do you think I can't do it without you?"

Shi Bashi stretched out his fingers and scratched his cheek:

"Probably the latter?"

"After all, I am the son of the leader of the slave group in the Storm Star Territory!"

"The owner of the diamond-level talent [Granite Armor]!"

"The business tycoon who controls the human trading activities of hundreds of thousands of planets in Palu!"

"Without me, you can't decide..."

Before the words were spoken, Song Siming's hand was already on Shi Bashi's throat!

However, the weak power coming from it quickly turned the frightened expression on Shi Bashi's face into confusion.

After that, everything turned into a joke:

"As expected...you can only exert your full strength in the Tower of the Abyss."

"When you get outside, you're even weaker than a child."

"You still want to kill me with this little strength? Even if you tickle me, you're not strong enough... ugh!"

The chatter stopped abruptly.

Shi Bashi looked like a duck being strangled by the neck. His face gradually turned red due to lack of oxygen, and then slowly turned purple.

The joking smile was successfully transferred from the stone-skinned man's face and appeared on Song Siming's face.

"I won't kill you because you are currently the most suitable for my plan."

"If you are unwilling to cooperate, then I will have no choice but to kill you and reluctantly find another replacement."

As he spoke, Song Siming's right hand had obviously been released.

But the fingerprints sunken on Shi Bashi's neck became more and more obvious!

The purple color on the face gradually deepens,

Just when Shi Bashi rolled his eyes and was about to suffocate to death, Song Siming gently raised his fingers and removed the gauze curtain that had been wrapped around him for some time.

"Now, can we start talking properly?"

The fingerprints on Shi Bashi's neck quickly disappeared, and the sound of violent breathing like a broken bellows sounded in the room.

After coughing heavily for a while, he just raised his eyes with a fearful expression:

"Let's just talk, why should we do anything... there is no sense of humor at all..."

"Tell me, what do you need me to do for you?"

"Provide venues, manpower, equipment and props." Song Siming was not polite and went straight to the point:

"I need you to obey my orders completely to ensure that the plan is implemented perfectly."

Shi Bashi curled his lips:

"How big is the venue, how many people are there, what kind of equipment and props are there?"

Song Siming raised his chin slightly: "Twenty planets that are completely enclosed and will not be disturbed by outsiders;"

"Ten billion post-job transfer players who completely obey orders and are absolutely loyal;"

"As for the equipment and props..."

"I need these 10 billion players to be equipped with equipment, props, weapons and armor of excellent quality or above, preferably of perfect quality."

The corners of Shi Bashi's mouth curved even more:

"You really dare to speak..."

"Not to mention the twenty planets that will not be disturbed by outsiders."

"Do you know how difficult it is to equip 10 billion players with equipment and props?"

"You still have quality requirements, and the weapons and armor should be of perfect quality..."

"Are you sure that I am the most suitable partner for your revenge plan?"

"Treating me as the villain... you might as well just kill me..."

Song Siming frowned slightly:

"Aren't you the heir of the leader of the slave group in the Storm Star Territory?"

"There are not hundreds of thousands of planets under my control."

"I only asked you for twenty planets that won't be disturbed by people. You can't even come up with this small amount?"

Shi Bashi tilted his head, leaned on the bed and said feebly:

"It's true that he is the heir of the top leader..."

"But my father has 365 wives, and my mother didn't even make it into the top two hundred!"

"And I have fifteen brothers and twelve sisters in front of me."

"Although it nominally controls the population trading activities of Palu on hundreds of thousands of planets, in fact the power it actually holds is quite limited."

"Once the amount of resources mobilized is too large, it will inevitably attract the attention of my brothers and sisters."

"so……"

"Ten planets! Five billion players who have switched jobs!" Song Siming interrupted with a stern face.

"If you can't get it out, you need to report it to the superiors." Shi Bashi shook his head in a bachelor manner:

"You said you wanted a planet with no one to disturb you. Surely you don't want to attract the attention of my brothers and sisters?"

"Then how many can you take out?!" Song Siming obviously lost patience.

Shi Bashi stretched out a finger and smiled sheepishly:

"A planet."

Song Siming's eyelids trembled: "Where is the number of players?"

"One hundred thousand." Shi Bashi subconsciously tightened his neck, with an awkward expression and evasive eyes:

"And... at most, don't even think about a full set of high-quality, perfect-quality weapons and equipment, they are extremely excellent..."

Song Siming's eyelids trembled even more.

After a long pause, he finally squeezed out a sarcastic remark from his teeth:

"Then you, the son of the top leader, are really 'excellent'..."

Shi Bashi curled his lips and didn't dare to answer.

Both sides were silent for a long time,

Finally, Song Siming sighed and said:

"One is enough..."

"I will help you improve your status and influence in the group first, and then we can talk about the follow-up after the requirements are met."

"Are you so serious?" Shi Bashi was a little surprised:

"It seems that your desire for revenge is really strong..."

"It's because you are too useless!" Song Siming glared at the stone-skinned man with a look of regret:

"If your strength and status in the group are the same as you usually describe, I don't need to go to so much trouble!"

Then why don't you change someone else...

Shi Bashi muttered silently in his heart, but didn't dare to say it out loud.

Although he could roughly determine that the strange existence named Song Siming in front of him should have established some kind of solid and inseparable connection with him.

If he wants to succeed, he must be the one.

But Shi Bashi didn't dare to gamble.

If he guessed wrong, Song Siming didn't need him,

then the end would be a dead end!

Let's just use each other for now.

"So what should we do next? Transfer the 100,000 players to the planet where they won't be disturbed?"

"Are you planning to train these people as combat power?"

Shi Bashi asked curiously.

"Only 100,000, which doesn't even meet the minimum requirements. Sending them there is just a drop in the bucket..." Song Siming muttered as if he was talking to himself.

He immediately looked up at Shi Bashi and issued the first order:

"Go to that planet first and settle this person down."

"People? What people?" Shi Bashi looked around and didn't see the presence of a third person in the house.

"We're here." Song Siming tilted his head to look at the door.

There, the light gauze curtain spread like water, covering a small area.

In just one breath, a figure condensed inside.

The curtain dissipated.

A haggard old man appeared before the two of them, his expression solemn.

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