PFC Chapter 239 Negotiation
Chapter 239 Negotiation
Miao Yin held the identity card between her fingers, her tone calm, showing no panic at being exposed, as if the card had never existed.
"Since Elder Lu knew this, how dare he still be alone with me?"
The old man shook his head: "At my age, what storms haven't I weathered?"
Miao Yin smiled, put her ID card into her pocket, her long black hair flowing with a delicate luster, and her soft, melodious voice rang out, a gentle yet sharp edge: "I don't think I have any undercover agents around me. It's all our Captain Peng's fault that we were exposed for no reason... Oh dear, this is such a hassle, let's just take care of them first."
“Killing won’t solve all the problems. Now that things have come to this, if you kill him, this old man will be in a real predicament.”
Old Master Lu didn't take her words to heart, but simply brushed them aside and said, "If you didn't want people to know, you shouldn't have let Chao Boyan tell me these things, and you shouldn't have gone to Peng Si."
"So, you knew about Peng Si and my relationship all along?" Miao Yin raised an eyebrow and asked the next question.
“I watched Peng Si grow up. Even if I hate Kang Ping, I wouldn’t go so far as to gouge out his eyes.”
Old Lu was silent for a while, his eyes, which seemed to be comforted yet helpless, looked towards the door, feeling both heartache and pride: "I am old, but I am not incompetent yet. He killed Kang Ping and ran away, and then the Yecheng Laboratory was destroyed. This is what you made him do. What could drive this kid to do this is probably the lives of the people in Dongai Community."
Miao Yin snapped her fingers: "You got it right. I have to say our Captain Peng is indeed a good person. If Li Kangping wasn't such a beast who deserved to die, I probably wouldn't have been able to get him to cooperate."
"You've achieved your goal, destroying the lab and entering Dream City without leaving a trace. So, young lady, now you should tell me what you want from me, right?" Old Lu dropped a bombshell with a kind smile, his aged hands uncovering the chessboard that Miao Yin had laid out since the time of Dong Ai Community, placing a white piece in the center.
"...Hahahahahahaha."
Miao Yin suddenly burst into a low laugh, her delicate voice radiating a heart-wrenching madness. Her bright red fingernails looked as if they were stained with blood under the light, and she laughed so hard she nearly fell over on the sofa.
She wiped away the tears of laughter from her fingertips and exclaimed, "Old Lu, I really didn't expect that the person sitting in front of me at this moment would be you. If I had known, I should have kept everything a secret and kept you up all night!"
"I'm an old man who's about to retire. I shouldn't have stayed here in the first place. If it weren't for the apocalypse turning all the young people into monsters, you wouldn't be seeing me today." Old Lu wasn't alarmed by the other person's change. He simply picked up his teacup and took another sip.
He's getting old, and he needs to clear his throat after saying just a few words.
“I told Kangping long ago that if there really was someone with the ability to foresee the future, she would come to him on her own. But he wouldn’t believe it and insisted on going to find her himself, which resulted in his death.”
As light and shadow overlapped, an open document appeared on his desk, revealing the devastation of the Leng family and Leng Miaoyin's personal file. The person he knew best stood before him, addressing him as "Master," yet displaying no respect in his actions.
He wanted to send an army to find the dangerous prophet during the most difficult time in Dream City, and asked for his permission to do so. His pale lips revealed his undisguised ambition and desire, which turned gloomy after being rejected.
After fighting for several years, they could no longer even see each other's faces clearly.
When Old Master Lu finally had a chance to see his face properly, it turned out to be a corpse with two bloody holes in it.
His eldest disciple lay silently on the cold tiles, while his younger disciple, who had killed his senior brother, was on the run, his fate unknown.
"It's not that I'm determined to kill him, but he's so clever of him. Even in the apocalypse, he still set the highest level of access in the lab to iris authentication. I'm too lazy to go to two different places, so naturally I had to let Captain Peng do it for me." The arrogant precognitive spread his hands, seemingly helpless but making no attempt to hide his malice.
"Would it be convenient for this old man to tell me why you destroyed that laboratory?"
“Disgusting,” Miao Yin said matter-of-factly.
"The thought of having a bunch of rats in the gutter watching me every day is extremely unpleasant. If I could actually research something, that would be fine, but spending so much manpower and resources only to end up with an explosion is a complete waste of crystal cores. I might as well give them all to you."
A thoughtful look flashed across Old Lu's eyes. As far as he knew, the laboratory was not ultimately destroyed by the explosion, and it had not been established for long enough to be unable to produce results.
It seems this was also within the scope of what the other party had anticipated.
"And what were you doing at Dong'ai Residential Area?"
“Find crystal cores.” Miao Yin leaned back on the sofa, casual and lazy. “The more special the ability, the more crystal cores it needs. All I want is power. As for Peng Si? He just happened to be passing by.”
"Dream City doesn't have that many unclaimed crystal cores, so why did you have Chao Boyan remind me? Are you coming?"
"This..."
After parting ways in Yecheng, Miao Yin instructed Chao Boyan to bring back the information that Leng Miao Yin had destroyed the laboratory to Mengcheng. On the one hand, this was to create a false impression and erase the existence of Ling, the successful experimental subject, so that she would no longer exist in their sight and become Miao Yin's secret weapon.
On the other hand, a laboratory that only high-ranking officials could possibly know about was suddenly destroyed by a self-taught superhuman, which coincides with the fire at the Leng family's residence and the hoarding of goods by the survivors, further confirming that she is a superhuman with precognitive abilities.
People only believe what they see with their own eyes and what they infer from it.
Even if she is a ruthless killer, a cunning liar, a vicious villain.
A mix of truth and falsehood, piles of information, all designed to lure people in. But what actually happens is always more convincing than what is said.
Step by step, Miao Yin solidified her identity as a prophet, and with her formidable supernatural abilities, she sat on equal footing with the ruler.
Before the armory is opened, before she accumulates enough strength.
"Naturally, I wanted to find a smart person I could talk to, and look, I've found one!"
Old Lu put down his teacup and smiled: "Then what prophecy did you come to see me about?"
"I heard that there is an armory in the north of Dream City, by the Qingshui River, which stores countless firearms, tanks, cannons, and a large number of advanced weapons and equipment. Unfortunately, it was accidentally sealed off, resulting in a shortage of firearms. The reason why the ability users awakened their abilities is still unknown. Most of the survivors are still ordinary people. The base does not have enough means to protect themselves, while the mutants are getting stronger and stronger. At this point, your weapons are about to break down."
Old Lu didn't question how a layman like her knew so much about the armory; he simply remained silent for a moment before saying:
"The lack of firearms is one aspect, but what we really lack is the manufacturing technology. The armory is not only blocking tanks and cannons, but also the machine tools and technical blueprints for manufacturing precision instruments. The treasures of human civilization cannot be made in a few months. Those technologies are the most valuable. No matter what, we must open the armory."
"Take me with you, how about it?"
“If you only need firearms, the base can provide them, but I think you probably don’t need these.” Old Lu pressed his cane down and said in a low voice, “Young lady, just say what you have to say. I’m prepared for this armory.”
Even if it's the Crimson Catastrophe?
A deafening clap of thunder shook the teacup on the table, and even the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling flickered due to the brief power outage. A torrential downpour began, the raindrops pattering against the roof with a muffled crackling sound. The old man's face had lost all its kindness, becoming as terrifying as a demon.
The beautiful woman grinned, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.