CHAPTER 204: CHAPTER 204: RELYING ON THE DEMON KING

Lille Camp City.

This is a seventeenth-century ancient fortress with low walls and a very large interior space.

But it has been greatly modified, and now this fortress, filled with tanks and artillery, looks quite spectacular.

If enemies break into the city and try to forcibly attack the fortress, they are likely just to break their siege hammer.

Despite the high status of the passengers in the vehicle, it was still inspected before entering the fortress by a Professional with Rare Skills.

"Lin Yi..." The Red Wine Commander said, leading the guests into the fortress.

"The King is a bit... peculiar, but he is clear-headed and as tenacious as a bulldog, so don’t be fooled by his appearance."

Lin Yi nodded thoughtfully.

The three quickly reached their destination.

This place looked more like a military command post than a palace. They could hear yelling from behind the "King’s" office door, but it quieted down after they knocked.

Soon, three soldiers came out from inside.

The Military Police captain said, "This way, please."

The three entered the office.

"Those bastards attacked us again, Raphael! Five people died, and we lost an armored combat vehicle..."

The King spoke as he stood with his back to them, pounding the wall with his fist.

The Red Wine Commander promptly stood at attention and asked, "Was there another air raid last night?"

"Yes." The King replied, turning around.

He was a lean man, wearing some kind of unfamiliar armor. The armor looked very high-tech, surely from System Equipment.

The man looked exhausted, but his gaze was sharp and focused.

"You must be the potato merchant who’s been causing a lot of trouble at the Lille Building... If you don’t mind me asking, is that level four armor?"

"Correct."

"I guess you wouldn’t be willing to sell it?"

"Correct."

"I don’t blame you; if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t sell it either. I heard you’re selling that kind of Power Armor? I’d like to see it before making a decision."

The King’s voice was deeply weary.

Lin Yi snapped his fingers, and a set of Power Armor appeared in front of everyone.

"Damn, this skill is really useful. I’m kind of jealous. But maybe we should go outside, it’s a bit cramped in here."

Lin Yi snapped his fingers again, and the "Assassin-2" Power Armor disappeared.

They all headed outside.

Raphael donned the Power Armor and demonstrated all its functions—running fast while carrying a heavy machine gun, jumping three feet or higher into the air, and even punching a hole in a truck.

The King was amazed by this, and couldn’t help but give it a try himself.

After five minutes of testing, the King stopped, and then... dark brown spots began to appear all over his body.

The King transformed!

A few seconds later, a genuine Hydra appeared before them!

The creature’s body was about the same size as when Terghai transformed into Dragon Wolf form, with three long necks, each with a head.

"Hahaha, it really works! Shoot me with a machine gun. That’s an order!"

The King’s voice rumbled from the body of the three-headed Hydra.

The Red Wine Commander Raphael was the first to react.

He ran somewhere and quickly returned with a group of soldiers armed with various weapons.

The King praised Raphael and then ordered a soldier holding a machine gun.

"Open fire! Don’t worry, it’s fine! Just don’t aim at my face! And the eyes, don’t shoot my eyes!"

The pale-faced soldier obeyed the order, firing a burst with his light machine gun, but only leaving some scratches on the Hydra’s skin.

However, its skin was extremely tough; a more powerful machine gun could break the creature’s skin, but only barely.

At this moment, the King was as happy as a child.

Everyone knew that when a Professional uses Skills to transform into a beast, the weapons and armor they equip enhance their final form, but they never thought it would also apply to Power Armor...

"Buy all the Transformation Skills as cheaply as possible, Bernard, move quickly."

The King said, reverting to human form, crawling out of the Power Armor.

He inspected the new dents on the "Assassin-2" Power Armor with interest.

The biggest advantage of System Equipment is that it is very easy to repair. As long as you have enough Magic Value, the Power Armor can be restored to perfect condition within fifteen minutes.

"As you command, Your Majesty!" An officer said, hurriedly leaving.

The King said to Lin Yi, "Alright, let’s return to my office to discuss the real business."

Lin Yi nodded.

The King turned, looking at the officers standing like statues in front of the building.

"Raphael, Martin, you come too."

Everyone gathered in the King’s office.

In addition to familiar faces, there were two other people.

A muscular, blonde black man and an older officer.

"Everyone’s here, let’s start the meeting. But first, let me introduce these two. This muscular mountain of a man is Amon, and the senior is Lucian."

Officer Lucian nodded wearily in response to Lin Yi, while Amon had no reaction at all.

"New France is composed of three factions, and Amon is the leader of the Immigrant Alliance.

Let me explain: Before the apocalypse, Lille had about half a million refugees from the Middle East and North Africa, and now there are at least a million.

They aren’t afraid to pick up weapons and were a big help when clearing out zombies in the city.

Another faction is led by Lucian.

You can probably guess, he’s the military leader, and I’m the leader of the civilians in this city.

I’m also the strongest one! That’s why I’m the King through Demon Land, hahahaha!"

Lin Yi chuckled a couple of times and nodded in agreement.

At this point, the King finally became serious.

"Alright, let’s get down to business. How many sets of power armor can you sell me, and what’s the price?"

"I can sell you ten sets a day, the price... let’s say a hundred thousand coins per set."

"That’s too expensive! Ten thousand coins!"

"You’re trying to kill me! This thing can withstand machine gun fire! Ninety thousand coins!"

After a long, intense bargaining session, they finally settled on twenty-five thousand coins, which was five thousand more than Lin Yi expected.

Then they talked about food.

"Damn, you even have milk? Where’s your base, is it on the Moon or something?!"

The King was utterly incredulous.

Lin Yi calmly took out a small booklet, with products and prices listed by Chen Youyou.

The King took it and started reading.

"It says here... ’unlimited’? What does that mean?"

"It means, except for fish and fruit, I can sell you unlimited amounts of anything else." Lin Yi explained, then added, "I have a lot of food. That’s all you need to know."

"Alright... then what’s this ’Healing Water’ about?"

"It’s water that can heal people." Lin Yi shrugged, "Buy some and try it, you won’t be disappointed."

"Alright, I think I understand. So other than coins, what else do you accept as payment?"

The King suddenly switched to a more casual tone.

Lin Yi pulled out another sheet of paper.

The King glanced at it, eyes widening.

"Gold, silver, titanium, smartphones? Metallurgists? Mechanics? Tailors? Are you trying to buy people?"

"I’m looking to hire them."

"Damn! Let me guess, they can’t come back to this city, right?"

"Right."

"What if they rebel and want to return?"

"They’ll end up in a zombie pit, definitely." Lin Yi replied with a calm and straightforward demeanor.

The King snorted derisively: "Do you really think anyone would agree to such terms?"

"Have you been to the adaptation center? It’s worse than the worst slum before the apocalypse."

"Alright, you can post a job ad at the city hall, but you have to make sure everything is clearly stated, no hiding anything!"

"Why didn’t I think of that, thanks a lot!"

"Damn! Damn!!" The King was annoyed by the comment, but eventually calmed down and continued speaking.

"We will provide you with equipment and resources, and ammunition... we won’t be stingy, but I won’t give you any guns, or drones... I can give you one reconnaissance drone, six short-range quadcopters."

The King thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Also, Raphael said you have your own vending machine. Is that true?"

Lin Yi tossed a small cube to the King.

The King caught it, looked at the instructions on it, and a big smile spread across his face.

His eyes lit up as he asked, "How much?"

"One hundred thousand coins each, no negotiating, each has three product slots."

"Alright... at least give me one, um... make it two..."

"I only have one with me now, I can bring you another one later, also, how about some snacks?"

Lin Yi grinned slyly and waved his hand.

A sumptuous feast suddenly appeared on a huge oval table, the aroma filling the air.

"Consider it a small product demonstration."

"Damn! Oh my God..."

The stunned King blurted out, reflexively reaching for the food.

"Oh my God, this is so good!"

"Then enjoy it to the fullest."

Lin Yi said, walking to the side, Solomon’s voice coming through his radio earpiece.

"Sorry to interrupt, boss, but we have... uh, we have living elves here—not zombie elves, living ones!"

"I’ll head back and check it out."

With that, he summoned Immanuel, who had been monitoring the negotiations via computer.

Lin Yi addressed the people busily eating and drinking.

"Sorry, something urgent came up. You can discuss the remaining matters with my subordinate... I need a car or something to take me back to the hotel."

Superintendent Martin immediately put down his grape juice, took out his phone, and made a call.

Before long, a patrol car had taken him to the hotel.

Back in his room, Lin Yi teleported back to the shelter,

and he saw—an elf!...