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"Now it's time for International News. Reports indicate that everything is calm domestically, with a favorable environment for development and economic construction. However, abroad, war rages on, and a certain island nation has once again erupted with the Zombie Virus, resulting in a death toll that has reached five thousand. This marks the deadliest outbreak since the Zombie Virus first emerged three months ago."
"Last night, Charles de Gaulle International Airport experienced one of the worst thefts in history, with two Gulfstream G6 private jets stolen. One of the aircraft belongs to Mr. He Haoyuan, the latest gambling king from Hong Kong, while the owner of the other jet remains unidentified... Cut off this part."
"The identity of the other jet's owner has yet to be confirmed. Below is a report from Xinhua News Agency."
At noon on the second day, a piece of news sparked heated discussion online. Two rich tycoons had their planes stolen in France, and one of them belonged to the Hong Kong Gambling King. This revelation astonished many. Thanks to the efforts of some investigative enthusiasts digging into the matter, it was uncovered that He Haoyuan has over three hundred lovers and countless ambiguous relationships.
As for the identity of the other rich tycoon, while there were no reports domestically, foreign media did not hold back and were eager for ratings.
Soon, most people who circumvented restrictions to check foreign gossip already knew that the owner of the other plane was actually a nephew of a high-ranking official in the country. The subsequent reports provided even more details.
Everyone became engrossed in this bizarre theft case.
The most furious among them was The Young Master Mo Remains Silent. This fellow had been thrown into chaos overnight; first, he was taken to an isolation room for a thorough check-up. In the end, nothing happened, but several women got involved as well. He had initially planned to head to Las Vegas to blow off some steam, but then disaster struck—his plane had inexplicably gone missing right from the airport.
This was not just a watch or wallet; it was an airplane! It had vanished right at the airport!
His already volatile mood exploded completely now, with his sights set on the airport manager.
Alongside him in another VIP room was a young man in his late twenties who was pointing at the Administrator and unleashing a torrent of insults.
He was none other than Hong Kong Gambling King He Haoyuan. No one knew the extent of his fury; that plane was his trophy—the spoils from his first victory over world-class gamblers. Every graffiti on it represented beautiful women he had courted around the globe.
The entire aircraft encapsulated the pinnacle of his life's achievements.
His greatest accomplishment was not just his superb gambling skills but also savoring the pleasure of winning over those goddesses in others' eyes.
Now, everything is gone; the memories of the past have turned to dust and no longer exist.
At this moment, who could understand his feelings? It was definitely not something that could be compared to an airplane.
Unfortunately, the Aerospace Company could only replay the video over and over again, forcing him to watch the mastermind behind the stolen aircraft!
"Who is this? Don't tell me that this cartoonish-looking Fellow is the culprit!" Anger had completely twisted his delicate features.
"That's right! This oddly dressed Fellow is indeed the mastermind. However, so far, no camera has captured his true identity, and no one can guess who he really is."
An inexplicable chill spread throughout the room until a voice quietly spoke from the corner, "This is Black Cat Sheriff!"
In an instant, He Haoyuan seemed to be frozen in place. Hearing the name reminded him of a character from domestic animation.
That would definitely point back to the Divine Continent. The criminal was likely someone from there.
"But how did he manage to take such a large airplane away?" A gust of cold wind swept through, causing everyone to shiver.
No matter what storms were brewing in the real world, they meant nothing to Zheng Yifan. He had already arrived in the Apocalyptic World, and his trust in the Time-Space Barrier was unwavering.
While they were tinkering with the Wooden Airplane at Ten Thousand Steps, Zheng Yifan took a thorough bath. He washed away all the dust and meaning from his body before casually making his way to the other side of their working area in the factory, where he released the aircraft belonging to a voluptuous beauty.
The spacious factory was immediately filled to capacity; Zheng Yifan didn't have time to inspect the equipment inside—after all, there was no one around.
As for what exactly was inside, it didn't matter much. Zheng Yifan didn't care about those details as long as he got what he needed.
"Hey! How's the progress going?" Zheng Yifan greeted the busy Scientists.
When the scientists turned around, Zheng Yifan was startled.
Were these really the impeccably dressed scientists who always maintained their image? They looked like a group of refugees, their clothes covered in dust from who knows where, and their faces were as messy as a calico cat.
"Did you get the Inertial Navigation System?" Ten Thousand Steps rushed forward, grabbing Zheng Yifan by the collar, his anxiety palpable.
From his expression, it seemed that if Zheng Yifan dared to say no, he would be devoured on the spot.
"The items have arrived; I just don't know if they're what you need. The aircraft is in the warehouse next door. Go ahead and take it apart!" Zheng Yifan pointed to the nearby warehouse and then continued examining the half-finished Wooden Airplane.
The aircraft's shape was no longer recognizable; there were only scattered parts all over the ground, each differing in size and level of enhancement.
Zheng Yifan watched as a transformer box over two meters tall was completely melted down by them, slowly merging into a palm-sized component. No one knew where all that metal had gone; all that remained was a block of wood that had turned dark and shiny, its interior pulsating with immense power.
That was the power of Superpower, the force of Vital Energy.
Ten Thousand Steps and his team had actually managed to reach this stage.
"This is Superpower Inscription Carving. This is the first component, now fully completed and the first among all parts to be finished. The results are quite good!" One scientist carefully placed the piece on the ground.
Zheng Yifan was even more astonished. In this post-apocalyptic world, a Superpowered Individual could carry exponentially more weight after using their Superpower. Just how heavy could these cumbersome components be?
Zheng Yifan hesitantly lifted it up and immediately felt its weight on his arms.
Goodness. It was already over a kilogram. This was just a palm-sized component; who knew how much weight would be required to complete the entire aircraft?
As if sensing Zheng Yifan's confusion, the scientist smiled shyly. "Chief! You need not wonder; this is the Engine of the entire aircraft system, also located at the Heart position. Look!"
He casually pressed the center of the wooden block, and a groove gradually appeared, revealing a box inside that contained rows of compartments for storing Zombie Crystal s. Each Zombie Crystal was about the size of a thumb and could easily hold hundreds.
Zheng Yifan couldn't believe this was meant for First Level Zombie Crystal s. He was well aware of the energy contained in First Level Zombie Crystal s, and these Mudbug scientists had never attempted to use activated Zombie Crystal s normally. They had no idea about the true energy potential of Zombie Crystal s; they could only imagine as much as possible and use high-value Zombie Crystal s.
Zheng Yifan didn't care about that. He took out a dozen Zombie Crystal s from his Storage Space and installed them into the compartments of the box.
Suddenly, the entire dark cube transformed into a pure, transparent object with no color whatsoever.
"Is this the energy System?" Zheng Yifan asked, pointing at the wooden box in his hand, which had now turned into an energy block and felt almost weightless.
"Remarkable! Truly remarkable! Leader, are you using a high-level Zombie? We studied Zombies in Ancheng, and they also have levels, just like Superpowered Individuals. The highest level we've harvested in Zombie Crystal s is the Second-Stage Soul Crystal! But there must be even higher levels!" The scientist's eyes sparkled as if he were seeing something extraordinary, fixated on the wooden box in Zheng Yifan's hand.
"Nonsense! This is just a Second-Stage Soul Crystal that has undergone deep processing. What you are using is merely the most basic application. Once we return to the Gathering Place, you will surely be amazed," Zheng Yifan said confidently. He was certain that when they reached Hope Gathering Place, these Mudbugs would be astonished.
Zheng Yifan's promise was inevitable. The development speed at Hope Gathering Place was incredibly fast; cars were already starting to become ordinary civilian equipment, though they were still close to tractor products. Real cars would take a long time before they could be used.
What Zheng Yifan needed was time, but unfortunately, time was running short.
The Wooden Airplane before him was his only means of getting back.
"Leader! Rest assured. With the resources you provided, we will definitely make it back!" The scientist looked at the wooden box in Zheng Yifan's hand, his confidence growing stronger.
What kind of place was Hope Gathering Place!
"Leader! Leader!" Several scientists excitedly ran back. They had already checked the airplane provided by Zheng Yifan.
"Leader! The airplane has an Inertial Navigation System; with this, we can fly back. The electric control System is also complete. I really don't know how you managed to bring back such a good thing; it seems like an outdated product from decades ago! Once we return to Hope Gathering Place, we'll build you the most advanced and high-end one! You can keep it at home just to look at! It's a pity it can't fly!"
The incessant chatter of Ten Thousand Steps finally pushed Zheng Yifan over the edge!
A sharp slap landed hard on his head.
“Stop messing around! Focus on your work. We need to finish building the airplane quickly; we have to fly back!” Zheng Yifan was well aware of the urgency in the scientists' pace.
The Hope Gathering Place would soon be their home, and they didn’t want to return only to find their homeland gone. They immediately set to work on constructing the Wooden Airplane.
With everyone collaborating, the group of over ten worked swiftly. The most exhausting task fell to Ten Thousand Steps, who had to engrave every single part with inscriptions. Although his skills were unmatched by ordinary people, the time required was considerable.
Zheng Yifan stood nearby, occasionally offering suggestions. His understanding of Vital Energy was exceptional; although it differed from the scientists' comprehension, they were ultimately converging on the same understanding of Vital Energy.
Gradually, the airplane's fuselage began to take shape. It had been completely transformed, with the central cabin section expanded significantly—about three meters long—essentially disassembled from the Baystream G6 that Zheng Yifan had brought back, along with its interior fittings.
Many parts remained unchanged. Baystream Corporation was renowned for manufacturing private business jets, and the G6 was no ordinary model; it had been custom-made for a Rich Young Master, with many enhancements included.
What Ten Thousand Steps’ companion found most appealing was a wine cabinet inside, filled with world-renowned wines.
Ten Thousand Steps didn’t care about which wineries produced these fine wines! He simply opened a bottle and gulped it down.
This fellow wasn’t a connoisseur; he was just a drunkard. The color, aroma, and taste of the wine didn’t matter as long as it could get him drunk.
“You uncultured buffoon! Stop that! Do you know how good this wine is?” Zheng Yifan exclaimed, even though he wasn’t familiar with many wine brands.
However, he would never forget this particular label; it had been featured in countless TV dramas. An eight-year-old Lafite—genuinely good wine! No wonder those domineering CEOs in dramas loved drinking it!
Zheng Yifan managed to snatch a sip but nearly spat it out afterward!
It was just that kind of taste; perhaps he simply didn't know how to appreciate wine! After taking a sip, he returned the glass to Ten Thousand Steps.
He swore he would never drink red wine again. He had never been one to be particular about such things; pursuing that level of enjoyment seemed like a torment.
Instead, he pulled out a bottle of cola from Storage Space and took a big gulp, letting out a loud belch afterward!
"Boss! Bring out any good stuff you have! We haven't eaten yet!" The Fellow approached with a shameless grin, eager for food and drink.
"None! Wait until we get back to Hope Gathering Place for a feast. Right now, there's nothing. You should hurry up and finish the aircraft design and manufacturing. You're the laziest one here, even though you have the most work. And yet you come over to drink!" Zheng Yifan kicked him hard and said fiercely.
"Boss! We all know where your stuff comes from. You can even conjure up cola out of thin air, but everyone pretends not to notice. I'm just being straightforward; since I'm working for you, I accept everything. But next time you deal with these things, it would be better to be a bit more discreet! That aircraft I just dismantled was done by my own hands; no one else dared to touch it!"
"Heh! Gulfstream Aircraft! There's never been such a brand in the world! Looking at the design, that's a private business jet from decades ago! Next time you have an idea, let's discuss it; I can give you some advice. But remember, I'm just a foodie in this life, so make sure to bring good wine and meat to bribe me!" Ten Thousand Steps had a playful expression as he bantered with Zheng Yifan.
After that, things got awkward for him, but Zheng Yifan knew that this Fellow was just being blunt; he could still keep his mouth shut in front of others.
Moreover, if he didn't have even one trustworthy person around, how could he continue to trade goods in this post-apocalyptic world?
After those few exchanges, Zheng Yifan's Power of Faith soared straight up, almost reaching Xu Jie's level. This was quite an unexpected surprise! (To be continued...)
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