"Okay."
**Hungry Monkey nodded his head, swiftly stuffing the graveyard coordinates inside the device, and then he waited with a faint look of anticipation.
To be honest, as cliché as it might sound, he was more eager to try the "AI pill" himself and see if it was as miraculous as they said than he was about the 2 million credits they would get from selling the goods.
The effect lasts for 8 hours.
That's quite long.
It feels like 1 hour would have been more than enough.
...
It wasn't long before
Hungry Monkey signaled Chen Miao with a glance, indicating that Zhou Yiming had sent him a message: he had already arrived outside the graveyard.
Chen Miao nodded, saying nothing else,
and stood up with Hungry Monkey, walking to the entrance of the graveyard. There they saw Zhou Yiming standing alone in the night, constantly scanning his surroundings, looking rather sneaky.
"Things have gotten complicated."
The moment he saw Chen Miao, Zhou Yiming quickly approached him with an anxious look on his face, speaking in a hurried, lowered voice as he walked, "You shouldn't have killed him, damn it, I told you that man should not be killed!"
"You're screwed, now over there..."
Zhou Yiming's voice was so low that one couldn't help but lean in to listen in the darkness.
However—
Chen Miao stood in place, smiling indifferently at this scene, as if he were amused by the poor acting. The next second, he reached into his bosom and pulled out his Thompson Submachine Gun.
He leaned back slightly.
Pointing the gun at Zhou Yiming.
Without giving Zhou Yiming a chance to speak, as terror filled his eyes, Chen Miao pulled the trigger with a smirk.
"Tat-tat-tat!!"
Such close-range firing didn't require precision, and countless bullets enveloped Zhou Yiming completely, but Zhou's reaction was swift. He instantly activated his protective gear.
Then he roared ferociously.
His body instantly swelled to nearly twice his size, muscles bulging out of his clothes and even tearing them apart; his fist, covered in flames, cut through the barrage of bullets and smashed down towards Chen Miao!
There was no turning back!
The force of that punch was chilling.
However, the next second—
Hungry Monkey, who had already let go of Zhou Yiming's brother's body, was standing to the side, a hammer in hand. After spitting a few times into his palm, he looked at Zhou Yiming, who was about to reach him, and grinned.
Then, with a golf swing that was far from standard—
"Bang!"
The 70-pound hammer, swung by Hungry Monkey, struck Zhou Yiming's body with a massive force, instantly sending him flying!
The hammer, enhanced by a 17-point Strength Attribute, perfectly demonstrated its violent innate talent.
Innate Divine Strength.
There's no knowing how profound the stomach can be, or how powerful the strength!
One blow from the hammer almost instantly shattered Zhou Yiming's already crumbling protective gear, and his internal organs were left in complete disarray.
He fell and slid five or six meters across the ground.
The entire fight unfolded in an instant, almost like a flash of lightning. The old man in the nearby security room didn't even notice what was happening outside; he sat on his small stool, his eyes slightly cloudy as he stared intently at the tiny cube-shaped TV before him.
Utterly engrossed.
While Hungry Monkey's fight was over, Chen Miao's wasn't.
His Thompson Submachine Gun never ceased firing, covering Zhou Yiming who lay on the ground not far away in a hail of bullets.
He continued firing for about another half a minute.
Only then did he stop.
"Hmm."
Chen Miao checked the temperature of the gun barrel. There was no sign of any heat, a testament to the special trait of prop firearms; they wouldn't overheat. Not to mention, it hadn't jammed at all during the prolonged firing. He then lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.
Stretching lazily, he mumbled with a hint of tiredness, "He should be dead by now."
...
This time, there was no one to cover up for them. They had to do their own dirty work, especially since it happened right on their own doorstep. Without a cleanup, it would undoubtedly be difficult for others to stomach.
Hungry Monkey directed Yuan Buping and his men to dig up the coffin of the next-door neighbor and crammed the bodies of Zhou Yiming and his brother inside, along with the body of some big-shot's son from Miao's Nothingness Space.
"Um, Monkey,"
Yuan Buping, leaning on his shovel, hesitated as he looked at the coffin that was nearly overflowing from the pit, "Should we dig another one? It seems a bit forced to fit three bodies in one coffin."
"It looks a bit like it's overflowing."
The original owner's remains had mostly rotted away, not taking much space, but the other three were more problematic.