Fantasy Game: Infinite City

After one hour.

Han Zu cleaned up the warehouse, then walked out of it carrying a pile of clothes and a personal terminal, and came to the back of the warehouse, where the big pit used to burn garbage was.

They threw those things in first and burned them all, then returned to the location of the invaders' vehicles and searched the car carefully. They found some sacrificial items in the trunk, put them on the ground first, and then tore the car into parts and threw them into the pit and burned them.

Returning to the location of the sacrificial supplies, Han Zu took out the altar sacred object he found on the team leader, and began to prepare to reopen the altar according to the layout of the altar in his memory. When he was about to set up the altar, Han Zu heard the sound of a car engine again in the distance.

The car gradually slowed down and flashed its hazard lights twice before arriving at the warehouse. It seemed that the people in the car were looking for Han Zu, but Han Zu used his enhanced vision to check out several people in the vehicles in the distance and found that they were all unfamiliar faces and he did not know them.

Two or three minutes later, the car stopped in the parking lot in front of Han Zu's warehouse, right next to his car. After the car was turned off, three people got out of the car. One of them stood next to the door. He should be the driver, but from his posture, he might also be a security guard.

The remaining two people walked straight towards Han Zu, who was still holding the altar relic in his hand. The person walking in front was wearing a thick long down jacket and looked very afraid of the cold. The person behind him was holding a metal box in his left hand and his right hand on his waist, probably ready to take out a weapon at any time.

"Find me?"

"Yes! But it's too cold outside, can we go inside and talk...hiss..."

The person walking in front walked up to Han Zu and shook hands with him. It could be seen that this person was indeed very cold. He kept stamping his feet, and after shaking hands, he immediately retracted his hands into his sleeves.

"You guys go in first. I'll finish the work I have on hand soon."

"Okay, no rush!"

"Come over here too, don't just stand there!"

Han Zu opened the door of the warehouse and let the two people go in first. Then he said something to their driver next to the vehicle and asked him to go in and warm up as well. However, the driver waved his hand and politely declined Han Zu.

Han Zu then finished arranging the altar at hand, and finally placed the altar sacred object in the correct position. The runes around the altar also lit up, and a passage with a very familiar appearance and outline was slowly opened in front of the altar.

“Crack…Boom!”

However, just when the altar was opened one-fifth, allowing only one rabbit to pass through, a spark suddenly appeared on the altar, and then it suddenly burst into flames, and the altar's sacred objects were suddenly burned to ashes. The burning speed was so fast that Han Zu, who was close at hand, could not take the sacred objects off the altar. And just after the altar's sacred objects were burned to ashes, the sacrificial supplies, including the runes that made up the altar, were quickly burned to ashes.

Han Zu scratched his head, not figuring out what was going on. However, the passage to the altar was now closed, and there was no point in thinking about it anymore. So Han Zu cleaned up a bit and returned to the warehouse.

The two people who came in before are now sitting on the sofa. After closing the warehouse door, Han Zu mobilized the power of the Gift of Death to make his body heat up sharply, and the temperature in the room suddenly became hot.

"Thanks."

The man wearing a thick long down jacket, a scarf, and a woolen hat was finally able to take off those warm clothes. The warm room temperature made another security guard take off his coat and the mask on his head, revealing an exquisite live ammunition pistol in the suite.

After the two put their clothes on the other side of the sofa, Han Zu discovered that these two people were a little special. First of all, because of their clothes, Han Zu didn't know that they were both women until they took off their coats, and because of their clothes, he didn't recognize their voices.

Second, there was the ponytailed female security guard. The pistol on her waist looked very familiar to Han Zu, but he couldn't remember where he had seen a similar weapon.

Thirdly, Han Zu always felt that the expressions and movements of these two women were very familiar. He must have seen them somewhere, but when he looked closely at their faces, Han Zu could not find anyone similar in his mind. This was very strange. Logically, he would never forget some unique faces, but if he only looked at their appearance, he had never seen these two women before. This was very contradictory.

"Perhaps we look very different from when you saw us before, and of course, the same is true for you."

The woman who was particularly afraid of the cold felt a little frightened by Han Zu's stare at her so closely, and she couldn't help but speak out to interrupt the awkward situation.

"We have met before, but I have no impression of your faces. Can you answer my questions?"

"You once pointed a gun at both of us from behind." The ponytailed woman next to her frowned slightly and spoke out.

"I'm afraid you need to be more specific. I've pointed guns at many people from behind."

"Don't be so nervous." The cold-fearing woman reached out her hand, pressed the arm of the ponytailed girl standing next to her, and pulled her to sit down, "Relax a little."

Han Zu sat down on the coffee table opposite them, lit a cigarette, and used his perception ability to continuously scan them. However, he did not feel any danger, which meant that the two women in front of him posed no threat to him at all.

"Do you remember a hotel? There was a room in it. The room number was B44."

The number B44 immediately appeared in Han Zu's mind. It was a copy that he had experienced a long time ago. At that time, Han Zu didn't know that the copy was just another place or world controlled by Infinite Company.

The memories of that time quickly flooded into his mind, and Han Zu quickly searched through them. Soon, he found the familiar figures and knew who the two people were.

"Ms. Phoenix... and... Miss Doberman, right?"

Han Zu stretched out his hand and pointed at the two women in turn. The woman who was afraid of the cold nodded and agreed with Han Zu's statement.

"At that time, our heads were all animal heads, right, Mr. Tiger? Oh, maybe I should call you Han Zu, after all, this is your real name."

Han Zu nodded, confirming that the two people in front of him were indeed the ones in his memory. After Han Zu used the landmine to blow up the wall of the hotel, before he walked into the fog, he saw the two people leaving the hotel, but they went in the opposite direction.

"So you are now also the chairman's subordinates?"

"We are not subordinates, we don't have the ability to contact the chairman of Infinite Company, but we do have a deal between us."

"So what role can I play in this transaction?"

"We need an expert who can solve manufacturing problems. The person who negotiated the deal with us recommended the newly appointed Mr. γ, that is, you. They also demonstrated Mr. γ's abilities to us through some "work logs". It was then that we knew that you were Mr. Tiger at that time."

"Well," Han Zu put out his cigarette and nodded, "Since I haven't received any notice from the chairman or anyone else, that is to say, this transaction is divided into two parts. The first part is that you have traded something with a special person, and then they recommended me to you as the executor of the second part of the work. So what is the reward for my work?"

The ponytail girl didn't say anything. She opened the metal box in her hand and showed Han Zu what was inside. Inside was a special reagent bottle with an estimated capacity of 30 milliliters. The reagent bottle contained something that Han Zu was particularly familiar with.

The gift of death.

"Okay." Han Zu smiled and nodded.