Dimensional Store System In Apocalypse

"What are all these pieces of equipment doing here? Did the Reprinter Unit move there here at night?" Marvin speaks to himself while searching for the culprit that stacks these antiques here without his approval.

But the longer he looks at them, the more intrigued he ended up becoming. Although they're relics, it is still something new in his dictionary. As a clone that grows up in a development tank since born, all Marvin knew was the most recent technology, not those relics.

This turned him into someone akin to a relic collector. To him, things like this were more interesting than getting another Reprinter Unit to play with.

"What if... I get the Reprinter Unit to make something similar, but better?" Marvin smiled as he took one and started to disassemble it. Chuckling after seeing the internal components, he had the urge to redo the entire circuitry board.

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"What makes you come here in the middle of the night, brother?" Fatty Xie opened his door with a pair of sleepy eyes. From the look of it, he was exhausted by his job.

"My place has some issue. Let me take a sleep at yours until morning." Zhang Qin Feng said as he walked into Fatty Xie's studio. Although both of their accommodations was a studio, it seems that his friend's place is a tad bigger than his own.

At the very least, there's a private toilet-mix-shower built in his room. This would be convenient as it gets rid of the need to share amongst a few other tenants.

'I should get a new place to stay after I save my uncle and Yufei. After what happened earlier, everything would have to be done in haste before they did anything to the hostage in their hand.' Zhang Qin Feng said to himself.

"You want something to drink?" Fatty Xie opened the fridge to take a half-finished beer out for a sip. After moistening his dry throat from those loud snoring, he leaned on his bed and took a better look at Zhang Qin Feng.

"I'm fine. Just need a place to rest..." Zhang Qin Feng rejected his offer for a drink.

"You looked different. What happened?" Fatty Xie asked.

"Random things. Some here, some there. You've heard about what happened to my uncle and his store, correct?" Zhang Qin Feng pinched the gap between his eyebrows as he speaks.

"Yeah... That's why I didn't call you out for a while. This might be evaded if you didn't quit working with your uncle." Fatty Xie took another sip after he finished speaking what is in his mind.

"But somewhere else will have this happen to them. I'm sure it will be one of us because the terrorist uses this channel to smuggle their things into our country." Zhang Qin Feng replied.

"Anyway... What have you been doing lately? Enjoying your life as a gigolo that reserved by the pretty Ms. Wang?" Fatty Xie jokes. He knew that making jokes were not something suitable for him to do right now, but he did it anyway.

That's because Zhang Qin Feng looked miserable right now.

For someone that couldn't even get back to his home to have a good sleep at night while it was just across his building, what kind of life he's going through?

"Something happened. Yufei and my uncle were both kidnapped." Zhang Qin Feng answered. It came like a bomb to Fatty Xie as the news didn't mention too much in detail about Wang Yufei's disappearance.

'Doesn't this means both people closest to this guy was taken by the terrorist?' Fatty Xie finally realized what made Zhang Qin Feng has such an expression on him.

"Did the police department says anything?" he continued to ask. Although it was too late for him to take back what he just said earlier, he could at least mend it a little. Right now, soothing speech might be the least Zhang Qin Feng wanted to listen to.

"They're still looking for the thing the terrorist wanted. I'm not sure how long it will take." Zhang Qin Feng answered the question with half-lies and half the truth.

The truth was that the police department is looking for the "goods" the terrorist wanted. But the lies is that he had no idea how long it takes. 

The reason was that the so-called L-21 Miniature Warhead, Codename Leviathan, is in his hand right now. Unless he took it out from the Dimensional Storage, no people are capable of getting it out.

"It's been a few days already. How many more days can your uncle and Ms. Wang wait until the terrorist lost their patience? By the time the police department managed to do something, the hostage's safety has already been compromised!" Fatty Xie said.

"I'm sure the police know what they're doing. Let's wait for another day or two. It will get better." Zhang Qin Feng said.

'A day or two... By tomorrow morning, they'll know they fu*ked up.' Zhang Qin Feng grinned. Making sure that his phone is charging, he took a power nap all the way until Stein wakes him up.

[The system noticed three suspicious individuals gathering outside of your apartment. There's another individual who seems to be standing guard right below the window where the kitchen leads]

Stein report made Zhang Qin Feng grinned. It was like he already knows what the terrorist might tries to do. This is also why he come to Fatty Xie's apartment late at night after all the stalls were closed.

From the day he knew Fatty Xie, Zhang Qin Feng already knew that it's possible to monitor his own studio from where he was seated right now.

'Great. Looks like it's time for me to make my move. Let us get ready to catch some rats.' Zhang Qin Feng chuckled as he sneaked outside of Fatty Xie's apartment and appeared near the guy standing below his own apartment's window.

"Hello," Zhang Qin Feng greeted that guy without hiding his face. At first, that guy was replying to his greetings out of natural response. But it was too late when he noticed it was Zhang Qin Feng.

*Dok!*

A hand knife came to his neck and knocked him unconscious.