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After the rapid descent, a completely smooth passage opened up before him. When the elevator came to a stop, the surroundings had transformed into a beautiful array of colors, and the pristine white floor was immaculate. The Zombies had vanished, leaving only the Zombie Crystal s on the ground, which could not be collected.
Walking on the clean floor, he inhaled the faint fragrance in the air, enjoying the comfortable temperature and refreshing atmosphere; it was truly a delightful experience.
Holding the Silver Spear, with his left hand gently shielding himself with the Adamantium Shield, he moved forward slowly, surrounded by laboratory rooms.
He had no idea how many Zombies or hidden dangers lurked within. The Zombies had changed too much; many had evolved into Mutated Zombies.
Here, there were also those light-attribute Zombies. Their combat power was formidable, and they possessed bizarre bodies. If their levels increased, who knew if they could evade the cameras?
Eve's eyes were like cameras; they couldn't truly see through transparent objects. In this apocalyptic world, transparent things might actually exist.
At the very least, if Zhou Rui were here, he could silently infiltrate and quietly take lives without being detected by those cameras.
Being on high alert during ordinary times seemed unnecessary; only when truly needed could such preparedness demonstrate its wisdom.
Zheng Yifan felt rather foolish in his current state. Exploring all the laboratories alone was quite a challenging task. Moreover, Zheng Yifan had now transformed into a miserly figure, eager to stash everything into his Storage Space at the first opportunity—only there could he truly feel at ease.
Everything outside needed to be stored away. Who knew if some espionage drama might unfold? Confidential documents could be hidden in storage devices and stuffed into crevices of tables and chairs.
Even without such chaotic matters, the items here were of high value. They were all among the best in the world, made from exceptionally sturdy materials.
After all, this was a high-end laboratory. Zheng Yifan found himself standing in a wine tasting room that spanned over a hundred square meters filled with red wine. Bottles of red wine made his eyes sparkle. Of course, it wasn't just red wine; there were also white wine, yellow wine, and famous spirits from around the world—all aged to perfection. Everything here was top-notch.
Zheng Yifan was not happy because he could drink; he had no such hobby. However, there were those explorers, the higher-ups in the Gathering Place who enjoyed it, like Shi Laonian. For him, this place felt like home.
Zheng Yifan was certain that these wines would compel that old fellow to bring out his best skills and earn money desperately. Correspondingly, the knowledge that could be learned at the Hope Gathering Place's academy would increase significantly.
Moreover, there were indeed many heavy drinkers around. Fine wine was naturally their prey, and its value would surely fetch a good price in the future.
Zheng Yifan took all the wines with him, leaving only a bottle of yellow wine in his hand. He didn’t know its vintage or name; it was just a large jar of wine. In the real world, his father occasionally enjoyed a few sips. This would be a treasure for his father. Once he returned to the real world, he could spend some time honoring his parents. As long as the Apocalyptic World remained calm for a while, he could fulfill his filial duties.
It had been over a year since he last returned home. The number of times he called home was few; he truly felt he had neglected his parents.
Thinking of his parents, Zheng Yifan continued searching the laboratory. The ordinary staff rooms were nothing compared to the actual experimental areas, which were vast and filled with machines. Most of the equipment Zheng Yifan couldn’t even name, but with Eve, the insider, he could dismantle these devices correctly and collect them completely.
The Storage Space was becoming increasingly limited; the entire laboratory was terrifyingly large, filled with experimental areas. The number of research personnel reached tens of thousands, and their scientific achievements were remarkable.
What astonished Zheng Yifan even more was their habit of storing paper documents, keeping all experimental data in warehouses.
As he looked at dozens of massive warehouses, Zheng Yifan felt overwhelmed. Each piece of paper represented an experiment; thus, these dozens of warehouses full of papers indicated countless experiments. How vast must their results be to support their continued research?
Just by glancing at the classifications, Zheng Yifan already knew that if humanity truly obtained these results, they could make a fortune.
There were anti-cancer drugs, anti-HIV medications, cardiovascular disease treatments, and even medications for hypertension.
Most astonishingly for Zheng Yifan were the weight loss drugs and beauty products that had been accidentally discovered during testing.
That was their branch of research. When they discovered that certain substances had cosmetic effects during normal studies, they would isolate a department to delve into superficial research. Once the value was confirmed, they would focus on independent project studies.
This was the achievement of the entire laboratory. However, some of these achievements were rather terrifying. How many people die from cancer each year? If a solution could be found, that person would surely become wealthy; whether rich or poor, everyone needs anti-cancer drugs because illness does not choose its victims.
As the data was obtained, Zheng Yifan felt his heart racing. Yet, the manufacturing process for the core equipment of the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station had still not been acquired. That was Zheng Yifan's top priority, and failure was absolutely not an option.
Quietly moving forward, clearing out all the laboratories, Zheng Yifan slowly arrived at the secret laboratory of the true Solar Photovoltaic Power Station. This was where some of the secret research took place.
Only here could he find the mysterious equipment manufacturing information. With a heart full of determination, Zheng Yifan stepped into the laboratory.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan felt himself under attack; it was a Zombie's assault. He hadn't expected there to be Zombies here, and they were certainly not ordinary ones. He could already feel intense heat and a burning sensation. A black line on the ground connected directly to his chest, with his Adamantium Shield holding firm against it—his last line of defense.
Through his vision, he could vaguely see what appeared to be a complete light source, like a sun underground, continuously radiating light and heat.
No wonder the cameras couldn't capture it; the Zombie in front of him seemed as if light atoms in the air had suddenly gathered together.
However, Zheng Yifan was not afraid; he still had his Superpower.
It was a method he hadn't used in a long time. (To be continued...)
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