Chapter 1000...

  Protective Umbrella Company Camp, Command Center.

  "Sir! It's connected."

  The blonde technician looked up and shook her golden seaweed-like hair, saying to the manager of the Protective Umbrella Company's Otakushima branch.

  "Alright, baby." The supervisor took a wireless Bluetooth headset and put it on his ear, looking at the exceptionally young "Chinese overseas student" on the computer screen, and said in a low voice: "Little friend from China, or... Mr. Special Agent from China, you seem to have something to say to me."

  In front of a public phone booth in Nancheng District, Xiongshi City.

  When the public phone finally rang with a "ding ding ding" sound, Yin Kuang knew that he hadn't wasted his time waving in front of the surveillance camera for nearly 20 minutes, and was almost "visited" by a wandering zombie.

  Yin Kuang picked up the phone, originally wanting to use his poor English accent learned from his teacher to ask how things were going, but the other person spoke first. When Yin Kuang was stunned for a while and finally understood what the person on the other end of the phone meant, he couldn't help but sweat coldly on his forehead. "Me? Special agent? That guy's brain is messed up! With my kind of abilities, I'm not even qualified to be an ordinary worker, let alone a special agent?"

  Then, Yin Kuang said: "Lady... no, sir... you have a mistake. I... am not a secret agent. Just a... an overseas student." For the first time communicating with a foreigner and using English, Yin Kuang was slightly nervous and got "sir" and "lady" mixed up.

  "......" The other party was silent for a moment, obviously unaccustomed to Yin Kuang's poor English. "Okay. Whoever you are, state your purpose."

  If he were just an ordinary person, the boss wouldn't have bothered to meet him. But he was one of those "Chinese overseas students" who made the "Black Snake Mercenaries" suffer heavy losses. So, he couldn't help but be a little curious about what this Chinese youth, who looked no more than 20 years old, wanted with him.

  "I want the T-virus liquid... pure..." Yin Kuang said directly. In fact, he also knew that foreigners don't like to beat around the bush, they speak very directly and to the point. At the same time, Yin Kuang was also a person who liked to get straight to the point.

  "What? What did you say?" The boss already felt like he'd been had, and suddenly had the urge to crush the wireless Bluetooth earbuds in his ears. "You little brat, this joke isn't funny at all. And you've picked the wrong person to play a prank on. Although I do admire how you guys thoroughly taught 'Black Snake' a lesson, that doesn't mean I'll tolerate your foolishness."

  Yin Kuang knew the other party was about to hang up, although he roughly understood what they meant. He hastily said: "I have a dog in my hand, a black dog. I think your Protective Umbrella Company must be very interested in it. This is a magical dog."

  "Dog?" The boss put the Bluetooth headset back on his ear, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind, "Damn it, I was so busy with 'Tracker' and Alice that I forgot about that amazing Labrador."

  Frowning, he said: "Well, I'm indeed very interested in that Labrador. So, is the dog with you?"

  "Yes. To be honest, the reason I ambushed your company's security personnel is also because of this dog. As for the reason, I cannot say. However, now, I want to use this dog to make a simple deal with your company. I think your company will definitely be very happy. Because this dog is extremely important to your company."

  He spouted a lot of English words, which was quite difficult for Yin Kuang. Fortunately, his English foundation was solid, although his pronunciation was very poor, but he could barely use simple words to piece together simple sentences, and the general meaning was still clear.

  The supervisor barely understood Yin Kuang's meaning, and his smooth forehead slowly furrowed, saying: "What do you want?"

  "The purest T-virus liquid." Yin Kuang said, "I think you have a lot of this stuff, I only need one copy. And you will get this dog."

  "Ha!" The boss couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying: "Young Chinese friend, you should know that every single T-virus is extremely precious. The higher the purity of the T-virus, the greater its value. You may not be aware of the market situation, but even a diluted T-virus can sell for $1 billion on the black market - $1 billion! Foolish Chinese kid, do you think a Labrador Retriever dog is worth $1 billion?"

  Yin Kuang understood the other party's meaning, "This is a price negotiation. It seems that this transaction has a chance. Although I know that the protection umbrella company may not necessarily cooperate with the transaction, but I still have hope."

  "Ah, no, no, no! Sir, you may only be interested in this black dog, but you absolutely have no idea of its true value. I dare to think that you guarantee, swearing by my ancestors, the value of this dog far exceeds $1 billion. It's even more valuable than this entire city of Huanxiang."

  The boss smiled, but immediately turned serious.

  He, who had some knowledge of China, knew that in China, to swear by one's ancestors was a most solemn and sacred thing, just like Christians swearing on the cross or Bible, which is even more effective than legal contracts.

  "So tell me, what's so special about this ordinary-looking dog that it's even worth more than the city you're in? Maybe you don't even know how many billions of dollars this city is worth."

  "No matter how much it's worth in dollars, this dog is more valuable to your company." Yin Kuang turned his head and smiled at the high-altitude camera: "I swear, you must be very eager to get it. Get it at a price that is vastly different from its true value. Just a vial of pure T-virus serum."

  "Name a price for it. I'll calculate whether this deal is worth it or not."

  "Please watch."

  However, Yin Gang put down the phone and somehow got a zombie corpse from somewhere and placed it under the camera. Then, he also put that black dog next to the zombie.

  He picked up the receiver and said, "Sir, don't blink. Next, you will witness a miracle."

  After that, he came to the side of the Labrador dog, took out a small knife, cut a mouthful on one foot of the black dog, and scooped up a small cup of dog blood with a cup.

  In front of the screen, the director of Protect Umbrella Company suddenly shouted: "Zoom in on the camera, idiot."

  The blonde technician was as quiet as a cicada in winter.

  As the camera zoomed in, the director's view became clearer. All he saw was that Chinese boy sprinkling black dog blood bit by bit on the zombie's body.

  After doing all this, Yin Kuang's heart was also very tense. Although the previous experiment was indeed successful, the female zombie's body muscles recovered the elasticity, color, and black viscous blood that humans should have turned into red blood. But he didn't dare to guarantee that this time would be successful too.

  However, Yin Kuang's luck was still pretty good. This time, he succeeded!

  "Oh! God... What did I just see?!"

  The boss exclaimed without hesitation, his face showing a stunned expression, but this numbness didn't last long and gradually turned into excitement, thrill, even madness!!

  It's not just him, the technician who discovered the anomaly has also gone crazy with the researcher!

  "It's blood!! Good heavens...Good heavens! Oh God, all-powerful Lord, have you finally revealed your divine power?!" A bald researcher threw away the notebook in his hand and rushed to the screen, almost sticking his face to the screen. "The dog's blood...can actually decompose the T virus?!"

  "Get out! You old thing." The supervisor pushed the old researcher away, and himself leaned in front of the screen to look at the analysis data provided by the technicians. The screen clearly gave various conclusions about the data, although it was only a preliminary assessment, but it was enough to excite the supervisor, "I didn't misjudge, I didn't misjudge! I knew this dog must be very unusual. I'm so stupid! I'm so stupid!!"

  The supervisor no longer saw the dog, but money, a lot of US dollars, and status, the status in the Umbrella Corporation. He seemed to have already seen himself as one of the decision-makers of the Umbrella Corporation, sitting on the throne of the board of directors, scolding employees who made mistakes, and even scolding his own superiors!