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Zhong Kui's Diary
Early Summer casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, laughing, "That's right, anyway, your combat power is strong enough; defeating them all shouldn't be a problem."
"What about Du Neng and the others? What's going on with them?" Wen Qianqian asked another crucial question.
"Du Neng and his group were truly an accident; I had no idea they would come," Early Summer shrugged, looking quite innocent.
It seems that's how it is. Although we were being used, we are also ridding the world of harm. Being used is fine; after all, those using us are government agencies, so we won't lose face.
Walking up to Zhang Qixia, I smiled and said, "Cloud Dream Fairy, can you make the Hell's Claw below fight among themselves? We still need to go down and get the gold."
The current situation was clear: the boss lady and her four henchmen were all dead. Early Summer was a police officer, and the most dangerous Cloud Dream Fairy Zhang Qixia had already been controlled by us. Without the Hell's Claw, Zhang Qixia's combat power was practically negligible. In Fatty's words, even if he tied her hands and feet, he could defeat her using just one part of his body.
Since things had come to a conclusion, the next step was naturally to go down to the Cellar and take all the gold from there. In every fairy tale, it always ends with "living happily ever after." To live happily ever after, how could one do so without gold?
Of course, that pile of Hell's Claw at the entrance of the Cellar posed a problem. But if Zhang Qixia could control them to fight among themselves, then it wouldn't be a problem anymore.
"Make them fight among themselves?" Zhang Qixia paused for a moment and stammered, "But my remote control doesn't have that setting."
"Can't make them fight among themselves? Tsk tsk, then what value do you have left? Might as well just kill you," I said threateningly.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Zhang Qixia immediately cried out in despair.
"You're so noisy!" I waved my hand impatiently. "Now tell me, how many more Hell's Claw are there in the Cellar?"
"I have copied more than seventeen hundred Hell's Claw in total." Zhang Qixia glanced at the surrounding remnants of flesh, a bitter smile crossing her lips. "After you all killed so many, there should still be about half left."
"Alright then, gather them all below the Cellar entrance." I suddenly thought of a plan.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Qixia looked at me with some confusion.
"Just do what I say, why so much nonsense?" Fatty rushed forward and kicked Zhang Qixia.
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Qixia quickly got up, picked up the remote control, and after operating it for a while, set it aside.
The more compliant Zhang Qixia became, the more I felt something was off. After all, she was a ruthless bandit who killed without blinking; how could she be so spineless? Could it be that she has ulterior motives?
Thinking this, I stepped forward and pointed my Shotgun at Zhang Qixia's forehead, kicking the remote control away. I shouted to Fatty, "Come over and strip her of all her clothes!"
At this statement, everyone was stunned, but their expressions afterward were quite different.
Wen Zhan found it amusing, Wen Qianqian looked disdainful, Fatty was excited, while Early Summer scoffed.
After a while, Fatty scratched his head and laughed, "Hey Ghost Brother, how long has it been since you had any action? You actually won't let go of someone like her? Besides, in broad daylight like this, are you sure it won't affect your combat effectiveness?"
Wen Zhan also chuckled and advised me, "Come on Ghost Brother, hold on a bit. Once we get back to the county town, I'll treat you to some Health Treatment!"
"Huh? What Health Treatment?" Wen Qianqian immediately looked at Wen Zhan suspiciously.
Early Summer, however, coldly snorted and said, "Zhong Zhengnan, how can you call yourself a chivalrous person and still engage in such beastly acts?"
I was suddenly at a loss for words: "Where are you all thinking? I want Fatty to take off her clothes because I'm worried she might be hiding some traps or hidden weapons. It's hard to believe that the esteemed Cloud Dream Fairy is acting so submissively; something feels off."
"But isn't this something more suitable for me and Wen Qianqian to handle?" Early Summer pointed to herself, "We're both women!"
"Why should women make things difficult for other women?" Fatty said with a concerned expression, looking like a hypocritical professor. "This is my area of expertise, so you two don't need to worry about it."
Early Summer shot Fatty a glare and was about to get angry when I laughed and said, "Fatty is right. When it comes to research on the female body, she is indeed more professional. She can spot any irregularities at a glance."
With my gun pointed at her head, Zhang Qixia dared not resist even slightly and could only look at Fatty with anger and helplessness as Fatty opened her chubby hands, wiggling her fingers in the air while making 'beep beep' sounds, grinning as she reached toward her chest.
Being professional means being professional; Fatty quickly found three or four delicate spring-loaded weapons from Zhang Qixia's clothes. That was nothing compared to what happened next. After stripping Zhang Qixia completely, Fatty surprisingly discovered a packet of powder hidden in her armpit and a roll of black thread found between Zhang Qixia's legs in the jungle of hair. Although we didn't know what they were for, the fact that she had carefully hidden them in such places suggested they were very important.
"Yo Xue, I didn't expect you to have quite a bit of stuff on you, almost 8d," Fatty said as she looked around and reached for Zhang Qixia's chest.
"That's enough!" Wen Qianqian finally couldn't hold back her anger.
Fatty froze mid-motion and turned to Wen Qianqian, saying, "What if she's hiding something there!"
"Impossible!" Wen Qianqian retorted angrily. "It's obvious."
"Alright then, if that's the case, I won't search anymore." Fatty reluctantly withdrew her hand.
To prevent any accidents, Fatty put away all of Zhang Qixia's hidden weapons along with her clothes into the Spatial Bag. As for whether Zhang Qixia was left naked, Fatty didn't care at all.
After seeing how much stuff Fatty had found on her, we also felt that leaving her naked seemed safer. As for why we didn't just kill her, it was because there were still traps set by Zhang Qixia in the cellar below where Early Summer was.
Until now, I had finally calmed down a bit. I called Fatty over to the entrance of the Cellar, took out a Grenade, and asked Wen Zhan to lift the Iron Plate slightly. Both Fatty and I threw two Grenades inside, and as Wen Zhan covered the Iron Plate, we quickly stepped back.
Who knows if this Cellar will collapse.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Four explosions echoed from below the Cellar, and the tremendous shockwave lifted the Iron Plate about a foot high, revealing countless bits of flesh splattered on top of it.
This should have killed most of them, right?
Still feeling a bit uneasy, I asked Zhang Qixia to remotely control the Hell's Claw again, and Fatty and I tossed a few more Grenades down.
After three consecutive explosions, I signaled Wen Zhan to lift the iron cover. Once the smoke and choking smell dissipated somewhat, I leaned over the entrance of the Cellar to look down. The original golden floor was completely covered in blood and flesh, appearing exceptionally gruesome under the light.
“How did you guys get up here? Did you fly?” I stared at the four or five-meter-high Cellar and exclaimed, “There are no stairs or anything.”
“There was an elevator earlier, but after your explosions, it probably won’t work anymore,” Early Summer also leaned over to take a look and said with a wry smile, “There’s no other way; let’s find a rope to lower down.”
When I pulled out a Climbing Rope from my pocket, Early Summer was greatly surprised and asked how I produced that rope. I casually made up an excuse to brush it off; believe it or not, just because you're a cop doesn't mean I'm going to confess everything.
I tied the rope to the iron ring on the Iron Plate, pried up a few Bluestones to weigh it down, and tied several knots on the Rope for easier climbing before lowering it down.
Both Wen Zhan and I descended along the Rope to the bottom of the Cellar. After confirming that there were no intact Hell's Claws left below, I called out for those above to come down.
The Cellar was about the same size as the upper Training Room, resembling a difference between basement levels one and two. The walls and floor were lined with one-foot-square Gold Bricks, their dazzling golden reflections momentarily blinding me. Suddenly, an idiom popped into my mind: "golden walls shining brightly."
What? Did I make a typo? The dictionary says it's "brilliantly gilded"? To hell with that dictionary; why can Shakespeare invent so many words while I can't create a new idiom? Besides, these walls are covered in Gold Bricks. Isn't that golden walls? Isn't it bright enough?
The room is about the size of half a basketball court, with a height of four meters. Even if the Gold Bricks are only an inch thick, this represents a significant fortune.
"Wow, how much gold is there?" I asked Wen Zhan, stunned.
"Impossible to calculate!" Wen Zhan also seemed dazed, murmuring.
"How can it be impossible to calculate?" I couldn't help but pull out my phone and bring up the calculator. "This hall is roughly the size of half a basketball court, and a standard basketball court is 8 meters long and 15 meters wide. So, this hall is 14 meters wide and 15 meters long, with a height of about 4 meters. The floor area is 14 times 15, which equals 210 square meters. The perimeter area is 14 plus 14 plus 15 plus 15, which equals 58 square meters. Adding all the areas together gives us 268 square meters. Even if the Gold Bricks are only one centimeter thick, that gives us a volume of 2,680 cubic meters. Given that the density of gold is 19 tons per cubic meter, the weight of gold here would be approximately 51 tons. Wow, how much money is that?"
To put it into perspective, Huang Jianguo risked everything to rob the People's Bank's Underground Vault, which only had five tons.
At this moment, Wen Qianqian also climbed down the rope and stood next to Wen Zhan. She nudged the still-dazed Wen Zhan, who then reacted and smiled as he pulled out his phone. "Based on current gold prices, let's say it's 300 yuan per gram. Fifty-one tons equals 51,000 kilograms or 51 million grams. Multiplying that by 300... wow, that's 15.3 billion yuan."
"Damn, if these Gold Bricks are more than three centimeters thick, and if they're ten centimeters thick, then this amount would triple." I incoherently pulled out a dagger and crouched down to pry open a piece to see how thick it really was.
"Don't move!" At that moment, Early Summer also slid down and saw me trying to pry open the gold. She quickly shouted to stop me.
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