528: Chapter 7 Blonde Beauty and the Curse (Third Update, 10,000 words) 528: Chapter 7 Blonde Beauty and the Curse (Third Update, 10,000 words) The bus was traveling to the police station, with Pang iqin insisting on driving.
Though the vehicle was stopped and questioned by traffic police along the way, she used the mory eraser to avoid trouble.
As soon as she put that piece of equipnt to use, the newbies around her gasped in surprise and started actively adjusting to the Trojan Horse Ga, their interests piqued by the the prospect of traded goods.
“The risks are high, but the returns are substantial,” one of them comnted, eyes gleaming at the news that a hundred points could be exchanged for a million US dollars.
The captivated expressions of breeders and peddlers made it clear they were intrigued.
The truck driver looked particularly interested in the mory eraser, clearly entranced by its potential benefits.
With such a thing, he could circumvent any trouble and avoid answering for his misdeeds.
The thing he despised most were traffic police, and every ti he was fined under pretense, he wished he could leave them severely injured and incapacitated.
“Stop at the gold store,” Tang Zheng instructed, drawing out ten gold bars with intentions to exchange them for so British pounds.
Without local currency, navigating the UK would be difficult.
“I’ll go too,” agreed Lu Fan.
While he had plenty of US dollars, the notes were dated incorrectly.
Spending them could lead to unwelco trouble, so using gold bars would be more convenient, though it would make them look like nouveau riche.
The sight of Tang Zheng casually whipping out a stack of gold bars stirred the envy of the cash-strapped newbies.
Even the mistress started to sche—given wealth, why would she have to continue cowering to the disgusting, fat old man?
Though the gold shop was small in scale, the owner greeted the two n with enthusiastic warmth.
His smile only grew broader at the sight of Tang Zheng’s gold; the precious tal was currently on the rise in value, guaranteeing a good return from resale.
“Uncle, why not pull a heist?
We could lock him up, and even if he reports the robbery days later, we’d be long gone from London by then,” Lu Fan suggested, driven more by a sense of fun than greed.
She had been wanting to partake in a robbery for a while.
“Or we could rob a bank?”
“Here is fifty thousand British Pounds.
Be sure to take it with you.” Eyes full of smiles, the Shop Manager saw them out of the store entrance.
Little did he know that he had narrowly avoided being swindled by a cute little Lolita.
He would have probably been left regretting his existence had he known.
It was easy to find the police station, but eting their contact there turned out to be much more challenging.
It wasn’t until Tang Zheng slipped five hundred pounds to an officer that he got to wait for Aima in an enclosed room.
“You’ve got the wrong person, don’t you?” Handcuffed and escorted by a police officer, Aima glanced at Tang Zheng before attempting to leave.
“Aima, 22 years old, archaeologist, fond of Egyptian civilization.” Tang Zheng was reciting the information he had bought from a policeman, flashing a smile at Aima who was looking professional in her outfit.
“Speak up.
What you want?” Aima sat across the long table.
As she crossed her legs, a glimpse of her black V-shaped laced dress flashed across Tang Zheng’s eyes.
“You recently ran into so trouble.
You should be begging for help,” Tang Zheng calmly returned her gaze.
“For instance, helping you get out of here.”
“I might be safer inside the station,” Aima retorted, staring right back at him.
“If you don’t give a good reason, I’m leaving.”
Tang Zheng frowned, trying to co up with a way to persuade her.
Just as Aima sneered and stood up to leave, giving Tang Zheng the middle finger without looking back, she said, “If you’re thinking about plundering my grandfather’s treasure, just go to hell!”
Seeing the negotiation fail, the police signaled Tang Zheng to leave.
“Are they forcing to kidnap her?” Yet, Just as Tang Zheng had taken a few steps away, things suddenly took a turn for the worse.
Screams rang out from the corridor Aima had left from, along with the thumping noise of falling bodies.
Suddenly, gunshots echoed through the corridor.
“Soone’s breaking out an inmate!” A police officer next to Tang Zheng cried out before dashing towards the alarm.
With a quick, swift movent, Tang Zheng knocked him out.
He then grabbed the officer’s service revolver from him.
While he was emptying the bullets from the magazine and abandoning the gun, he ran towards the corridor.
There were already three dead bodies in the corridor, with five mummy-like corpses chasing after Aima.
Two police officers pointed their guns at them, only to be captured and torn apart by the mummies.
Aima was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a terrified female inmate, shaky arms clawing at the ground — the yellow wette patch under her body was evidence of incontinence.
From the black whirlpool on the ceiling with a diater of one ter, more mummy corpses were leaping out, hitting the ground, and joining the chase after Aima.
Tang Zheng took out the Demon Slaying Holy Fla and charged after them, the hallway imdiately lighting up with the glow of flaming limbs dismbered from the corpses.
The sll of decay was palpable.
“Be careful, stay put, I’ve encountered dried corpses.” Tang Zheng ordered into his communicator, providing the rest of the group with the necessary information.
The scene was chaotic everywhere in the station as hundreds of dried corpses broke in, spreading disorder and terrifying the human occupants.
The female staff mbers tried to escape, but the exit was too crowded.
They were quickly caught by the corpses and torn apart.
With every boom of buckshot carrying the golden fla, Tang Zheng made his way quickly, carving out a path.
He didn’t have to worry about getting lost.
The trail of dismbered bodies was the perfect guide.
The police officers were opening fire at the invaders as well.
But they couldn’t manage to bring down a single one.
Seeing no other options, they started to flee.
As Tang Zheng traversed the hallway, a corpse suddenly lunged at him from a corner, with teeth bared and claws flailing.
It was so close that he could even see its remaining rotten teeth.
Boom!
Tang Zheng stabbed the Demon Holy Fla into the mummy’s mouth, using it like a dagger.
He then pulled the trigger, instantly blowing up the mummy’s head.
“These things are incredibly durable.” The remains of the corpse still moved, but Tang Zheng was already sprinting away.
He shot it one more ti in the stomach as he ran.
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