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

Song Siming's eyes were grim, and he laughed coldly:

"Do I look like someone who would joke with you?"

Shi Bashi curled his lips:

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

"Aren't you afraid of making mistakes?"

"I have my own way of judging. You don't have to worry too much about such an insignificant issue." Song Siming interrupted in a tough manner:

"By the way, do you want revenge?"

Shi Bashi moved his legs off the bed and said in a neutral 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 live without you?"

Shi Bashi stretched out his finger and scratched his cheek:

"Maybe the latter?"

"After all, I am the offspring of the leader of the Storm Star Region Slave Group!"

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

"A business tycoon who controls the population trading activities of hundreds of thousands of planets!"

"Without me, you definitely can't do it..."

Before he could finish his words, Song Siming's hand had already been placed on Shi Bashi's throat!

However, the weak power transmitted from it caused the frightened expression on Shi Bashi's face to quickly turn into confusion.

Then it all turned into a joke:

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

"When we got outside, we were even weaker than children."

"You want to kill me with just this little strength? It's not even strong enough to tickle me... Ugh!"

The endless chattering stopped abruptly.

Shi Bashi was like a duck with its neck strangled. His face gradually turned red due to lack of oxygen, and then slowly turned purple.

The playful smile successfully shifted from the stone-skinned man's face to Song Siming's face.

"I'm not killing you because you're the best fit for my plan right now."

"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 clearly loosened.

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

The purple-red color on the face gradually deepened.

Just when Shi Bashi's eyes rolled back and he was about to suffocate to death, Song Siming raised his finger lightly and removed the gauze curtain that had shrouded his body at some point.

"Now, can we start talking?"

The fingerprints on Shi Bashi's neck quickly disappeared, and violent gasping sounds like a broken bellows were heard in the house.

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

"Just talk, why bother using force... You have no sense of humor at all..."

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

"Provide the venue, 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 the plan is implemented perfectly."

Shi Bashi curled his lips:

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

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

"10 billion players who completely obey orders and are absolutely loyal after changing their jobs;"

"As for the equipment..."

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

The curve of Shi Bashi's mouth became more prominent:

"How dare you speak..."

"Not to mention the twenty planets that won't be disturbed by outsiders."

"Do you know how difficult it is to equip 10 billion players with all the necessary equipment?"

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

"Are you sure I'm the most suitable partner for your revenge plan?"

"You're using me as a fool... You might as well just kill me..."

Song Siming frowned slightly:

"Aren't you the offspring of the leader of the Storm Star Region Slave Group?"

"We control hundreds of thousands of planets."

"I only asked you for twenty planets that won't be disturbed by others. Can't you even give me such a small amount?"

Shi Bashi tilted his head, leaned against the headboard and said weakly:

"He is the son of the top leader, for sure..."

"But my father has 365 wives, and my mother didn't even make it into the top 200!"

"And I have fifteen older brothers and twelve older sisters."

“Although he nominally controls the Palu population trading activities on hundreds of thousands of planets, in reality the power he 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 changed their professions!" Song Siming interrupted with a sullen face.

"We can't get it out. We need to report it to the higher-ups." Shi Bashi shook his head in a very simple manner.

"You said you wanted a planet where no one would disturb you. You definitely don't want to attract the attention of my brothers and sisters, right?"

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

Shi Bashi stretched out a finger and smiled awkwardly:

"A planet."

Song Siming's eyelids twitched: "What about the number of players?"

"One hundred thousand." Shi Bashi subconsciously shrank his neck, his expression awkward, his eyes evasive:

"Moreover... at most you can get a full set of excellent quality weapons and equipment. Forget about it. They are excellent at best..."

Song Siming's eyelids trembled more and more violently.

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

"Then you, the son of a top leader, are truly 'excellent beyond compare'..."

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

Both sides were silent for a long time.

Finally, Song Siming sighed and said:

"Just one..."

"I will help you improve your status and influence within the group first. Once your requirements are met, we can discuss the follow-up."

"You care so much about this?" Shi Bashi was a little surprised:

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

"It's because you are such a loser!" Song Siming glared at the stone-skinned man in dismay:

"If your power and status in the group is the same as you usually describe, why would I 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 confirm that the strange existence in front of him named Song Siming should have established some kind of solid and inseparable connection with him.

If you want to accomplish anything, you have to have him.

But Shi Bashi didn't dare to gamble.

In case he guessed wrong, Song Siming didn't have to be with him.

The outcome will definitely be death!

Let's just use each other for now.

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

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

Shi Bashi spoke out of curiosity.

"It's only a hundred thousand, which can't even meet the minimum requirement. Sending it over there is just a drop in the bucket..." Song Siming muttered as if he was talking to himself.

Immediately, he looked up at Shi Bashi and issued his first order:

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

"People? Who?" Shi Bashi looked around and did not see any third person in the room.

"We're here." Song Siming turned his head to look towards the door.

There, a veil of light spread like water, covering a small area.

In just one breath, a human figure condensed inside.

The curtain fell away.

A haggard old man appeared in front of the two men with a solemn expression.

……