Chapter 158 Famous
The people in that room were probably arguing loudly about the information she had just sold.
Even though the leaders of this force are known for their calmness and rationality, Sun Lu can guarantee that no matter how calm a person is, he or she will not be able to remain calm the moment he or she sees the intelligence.
The existence of the strong is not unacceptable.
Except for extremely arrogant people, the rest of the people usually have this mentality: although I am very strong, there must be people in this world who are similar to me or even stronger than me.
Although geniuses are arrogant, they can also accept that there are people in the world who are similar to them, just like lions and tigers, the ratio between the two is 60:40, there is a gap, but it is not big.
But suddenly one day, a Tyrannosaurus appeared in the forest.
When this powerful person who transcended time appeared, these people were more likely to question him at first rather than accept or resign themselves to their fate.
However, the most despairing thing is that the facts are right in front of us.
The body of the witch is still there.
Regardless of whether it was a single kill or a team kill, it shows that the combined power of "these people" is at least not weaker than the witch.
Moreover, as a large organization, everyone knows very well that in the face of truly powerful forces, the power that a team can exert is actually very small.
In mathematics, fifty plus fifty equals one hundred.
However, in the apocalypse, even if five level 50 people added together, a total level 250 team, faced against a level 100 warrior, they would be killed instantly.
Or there is a single individual who can rival the evil witch.
Either there is a large team with an average level of more than 55 members, only then will they be qualified to hunt down the witch around level 70.
No matter which possibility it is, it is difficult for people to accept it.
However, all this has nothing to do with her.
The intelligence was sold and she received the due reward, a piece of dark gold equipment and some consumables.
This is what an intelligence dealer should be concerned about.
As for the remuneration, it seems generous, but in reality it is not.
The risk Sun Lu took was extremely high. She could have died at any time and anywhere. It was just a piece of dark gold equipment, which was actually not precious to these large organizations.
There's nothing she can do. She doesn't have a talent for fighting. It's already pretty good that she's doing what she is now.
During the period of collecting intelligence, Sun Lu witnessed many hellish scenes. Those people, like her, had no fighting ability and were reduced to livestock, even lower than slaves.
Many organizations support ordinary people.
At the end of the world, you will either have to face zombies or a group of players whose powers are evolving into superhumans and whose minds are gradually becoming abnormal and twisted.
Many desires and emotions simply cannot be released.
So when some people find people with low strength, they don't kill them, but take them back and keep them like livestock.
Sun Lu was very glad that she did not end up like this.
But she also knew that her current life was not a long-term solution, and the further she went in, the harder it would be to gather intelligence.
So she must seize every opportunity to save her life.
Now there is an opportunity before us.
The information that Frost Ghost needs.
If it is done well, in addition to equipment, can you seek protection from the other party to some extent?
It doesn't mean that she will protect them all the time, but when they are in danger and she happens to be free, can Frost Ghost, considering her ability, give a little help and save them?
This is not delusion, as long as her ability is sufficient, anyone can be impressed.
The protection of the Frost Ghost is enough to be her life-saving talisman.
"Devil's treasure chest, angel's treasure chest, and the mark branded on the body. I seem to have heard of it somewhere. Where was it?"
Sun Lu walked out of the base thoughtfully. In the room behind her, people were arguing.
Everyone was expressing their opinions, so although everyone's voice was not loud, when they gathered together, the noise was enough to shake the room. If this was not a safe base, it would probably be surrounded by zombies.
"At least three attributes have exceeded ten thousand points." The man looked at the intelligence with a headache. He really couldn't imagine how to improve the attributes to this level at this stage.
"No, you guys, is it possible that the intelligence is false and that woman is deceiving us?" another person said with a dry laugh.
Hearing this, no one else even bothered to pay attention.
Cheating?
Even though this information was outrageous, people knew that Sun Lu had no need to lie to them, and it was not worth it. Moreover, if it was really Frost Ghost who killed the witch alone, her attributes would be at least over ten thousand points.
"In short, no matter what the true situation is, you all should keep a low profile in the near future. If you meet someone who looks like a frost ghost, keep your head down and avoid trouble." The man sitting in the main seat said in a deep voice.
"Um."
"knew."
"Don't worry."
…
"Frost ghost?"
A man who was stronger than two men put together sat on a stone pillar in the ruins, with a dead mutant zombie under his feet and in his hand was the intelligence that others had just sent him.
"Interesting. Three attributes are suspected to be over 10,000. Killing the demons that destroyed several cities in single combat is really exaggerated." The man looked to the other side, where there was another man who was equally strong but taller than him: "Do you want to check the intelligence? It seems that someone has appeared who can easily kill you."
"Oh?" The sturdy man turned his body, his muscular chest and abdomen were covered with dense scars, and on his neck, there was a tattoo that was so red that it seemed to be bleeding. "If this is really the case, I have to go find him."
"You, you always want to die. Isn't it good to be alive?"
Hearing this, the other person did not answer.
But the man didn't expect him to answer, he was just talking to himself.
"Come to think of it, you haven't given up on fighting that zombie boss alone. It's a level 50 monster. I think you should just forget it."
"If someone can kill a suspected level 70 demon, there's no reason why I can't kill a level 50 mutant zombie myself."
"You, ah."
The man shook his head and wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out and only a sigh.
…
In the office, the thin man put down the information in his hand and covered his head with his hands in pain.
Frost ghost.
Where the hell did this come from?
The distance from them is not close, but it is not far either.
He had just created a medium-sized shelter, and all kinds of things were enough to give him a headache. As a result, one unsolvable problem after another emerged.
"I hope that frost ghost doesn't come to this city."
The man sighed irritably and walked behind the tea table, preparing to make a cup of hot tea to relieve his stress.
He took off the gloves he had been wearing, and a mark of holy light appeared on the back of his hand.
…
A room that was once luxuriously decorated, but now the beautiful wallpaper was covered with a thick layer of blood and flesh.
Two beautiful women stood on a thick carpet of corpses.
The two look somewhat similar, and appear to be about five years apart in age.
The younger girl used the table as a chair, sitting on it, swinging her white legs. Her clean white dress was stained with large patches of blood that looked like flower petals.
"It's really weak. I'm so looking forward to it."
The girl's red face showed a trace of what could be called distress.
But soon, her distress turned into anticipation.
“This person must be very strong.”
She picked up the information she found on the table with both hands and looked up at the words on it. Her legs swayed even more violently in response to her renewed happiness.
"Ah, it should be very strong." The older woman wiped the scalpel in her hand carefully and replied with a smile.
"I wonder what his blood tastes like."
"Maybe it's sweet."
"Hehe, it must taste delicious."
"Mm, it must taste delicious."
"Let's kill him, sister."
"Well, let's kill him, sister."
“But it’s difficult.”
“But there must be a way.”
"Yes, sister, I am really looking forward to it."
"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it."