The punk, after getting out of the car, respectfully addressed Zheng Zha: "Big Brother, Old Crab is the biggest and most famous arms dealer in this district. No one here dares to cross him, not even Czech, who manages the entire town. Of course, as an ordinary person, he is incomparable to Big Brother. Come on, Big Brother, he's near the warehouse in Area A."

As Zheng Zha and the other two followed the punk through the winding alleys, Zhan Lan finally found an opportunity to speak with Zheng Zha. She murmured, "Back on the bus, Zhang Jie glanced at me, and then I just followed him. Although my body wasn't moving, my consciousness felt hazy. I don't know why, but I had this intense feeling that you were the biggest monster in this horror movie; if I killed you, this film could be perfectly resolved. And even though there was a sense of reluctance in my heart, my actions treated you like an ordinary person, making me wish I could kill you with my own hands." Zheng Zha sighed, "Just as I suspected. You were probably hypnotized by Zhang Jie. I remember you were hypnotized by him during that other trip too—even though your consciousness was somewhat clear, your body was involuntarily drawn towards the sea. Now I’m almost certain; the one who wanted to kill you back then was indeed Zhang Jie!" Zhan Lan's eyes reddened slightly. "But why would he do that? Aren't we supposed to be comrades fighting side-by-side? You've saved him several times, and he's saved us too. And during the Mummy horror film, why didn't he attack the Indian team? Otherwise, Zero Point definitely wouldn't have died." Zheng Zha gritted his teeth fiercely. "The 'Guide,' he calls himself the so-called Guide. I don't know what a Guide is, but I know one thing: I'm going to beat him soundly! Whatever his reasons are, if he could just tell me honestly, I think we would all forgive him.

But what kind of behavior is this? Letting his own team members turn on each other—doesn't he truly worry that one of us might die? Damn it!" Wang Xia just stood by, listening quietly. As a newcomer, he didn't feel qualified to interject in their conversation. Only after they finished speaking did he finally open his mouth: "Zheng Zha, if you plan to attack that television broadcasting building, I think we are missing one crucial item, besides weapons." Zheng Zha immediately asked curiously, "What else are we missing?" "The cash transport vehicle. I saw the power of that arrow before; it pierced through most of the sedan in front of it. That power is comparable to an ordnance sniper rifle. I think an ordinary armored vehicle won't be enough to withstand the force of that arrow. If we want to attack that place safely, we must charge across an open area to reach the broadcasting building—a stretch of about a thousand meters. We can only take hits without being able to fight back. Given that speed and force, even you couldn't possibly charge into the building. Therefore, we absolutely need a cash transport vehicle!" Wang Xia stated with certainty.

Zheng Zha rubbed his temples. He knew Wang Xia was right; the power of Zhang Heng's arrow, even when shot normally, was equivalent to an ordnance sniper rifle. If he used the Arrow of Wind, although he couldn't attack again for ten minutes afterward, the power of that single shot could approach that of a Gauss rifle—power that flesh absolutely could not withstand. Even if it didn't hit a vital spot, merely touching it would cause injury, and a direct hit would mean death. Zero Point had demonstrated this terror and power many times; Zheng Zha truly didn't want to risk his life by gambling on it.

"If beating Zhang Jie really means we pass the level immediately, then robbing a cash transport vehicle is acceptable. But I fear Death will cause more trouble, plunging us into a situation where we are attacked by the police and by Zhang Jie's group. If it really comes to that, I think we’ll be finished!" Zheng Zha muttered worriedly.

After waiting a moment, Zheng Zha suddenly asked Zhan Lan, "Where are they? Can you still sense them?" Zhan Lan shook her head. "No, I can only sense them up to five thousand meters outside the broadcasting building. Any further in, and I completely lose the connection, as if something is blocking my vision. Remember that psychic controller from the Indian team? Perhaps she encountered the same situation as I am now." Zheng Zha fiercely clenched his jaw. "Fine. Damn it, I don't care anymore. We're robbing the cash transport vehicle tomorrow! Then Wang Xia will accompany me to attack the broadcasting building. I refuse to believe we can't succeed!"

Just then, the punk turned back again, respectfully saying, "Big Brother, Old Crab's base is in that warehouse over there. We might need to be searched; that's their old rule. Please bear with it, Big Brother." Zheng Zha nodded and followed the direction the punk pointed, looking toward a derelict warehouse standing at the edge of the street. Outside the warehouse, several Black men were squatting, chatting and laughing lazily, looking nothing like guards for an arms depot, more like casual thugs.

When they walked up to the warehouse, these men immediately stood up, their eyes glinting with coldness. Their demeanor was clearly different from ordinary punks; the common thugs lacked that sharp, chilling aura. The leader among them said coldly, "John, is this the boss you mentioned? Damn it, are you playing us?" The punk's face immediately flushed red. Before he could speak, Zheng Zha slammed a fierce punch into the warehouse door. With a loud boom, his hand indented the steel door by more than ten centimeters, leaving a perfect fist shape imprinted on the metal.

Zheng Zha had no patience for playing charades with these movie characters. He stated directly, "Stop all this damn nonsense. I'm here to buy things, and you're here to sell. Don't try to intimidate me like those hoodlums. Bring out your boss, or I’ll send you to see God!" The men's expressions turned ugly because not only had Zheng Zha dented the door, but his hand was now emitting a flame, which seared a fist-sized hole into the indentation. This terrifying display immediately caused them to swallow hard. Perhaps for ordinary people, they were hardened killers who wouldn't flinch at death, but facing an existence beyond human comprehension instilled fear. They certainly didn't want trouble with the man before them; that single punch would have been enough to send them to their maker.

One of them quickly said, "Wait a minute, our boss has been waiting for you inside for some time." Zheng Zha retracted his fist and stood silently at the warehouse entrance. The punk, meanwhile, seemed to have gained immense honor, looking triumphantly at the guards. The guards, however, all lowered their heads, daring not to look at Zheng Zha again.

No one noticed that a few drops of molten iron dripped from the hole Zheng Zha had burned, falling onto a label attached to some paper. The label, still smoldering, was caught by the wind and drifted toward a corner of the warehouse where wooden crates were covered by oilcloth. The burning scrap landed right inside the oilcloth wrapping.

Slowly, after a short while, Zheng Zha saw a short, stout Caucasian man approaching, chewing on a cigar. He had been nonchalant, listening to his subordinates' report, but his expression changed drastically when he heard the final few words. Especially when he reached the warehouse door and saw the clear indentation on it, the stout man's face paled. He quickly forced a jovial smile. "Ah, my friend has arrived! I have been waiting for you since this morning. It’s nearly four o'clock; are you ready to look at the weapons?" Zheng Zha didn't waste words. He spoke directly, "You sell us weapons, and we pay in gold cash. You don't need to know anything else, and we won't bother you again. I will pay you five times the selling price for the weapons!" The stout man didn't hesitate and immediately nodded to his men. One of the Black men brought out a large bunch of keys and began unlocking the warehouse door, opening seven or eight locks before the massive door was finally pulled wide open. The stout man led the way inside.

"Gentlemen, how about this AK-47? Cheap, powerful, and it comes with a hundred rounds of ammunition!" Once the oilcloth was pulled back, all sorts of weapons submerged in machine oil were revealed, along with crates of ammunition—enough to blow the entire warehouse sky-high. The stout man was cautious; before entering, he tossed his cigar away. Upon seeing the weapons, he excitedly grabbed an AK-47 to showcase it. Unfortunately, among the three visitors, Zheng Zha already had his own weapons, and Zhan Lan wasn't accustomed to using such arms; only Wang Xia was there to select equipment. Regrettably, Wang Xia was a weapons expert, and these standard weapons didn't meet his standards.

"For an assault, you could choose this submachine gun favored by US Delta Force, paired with some grenades. You could also take a semi-sniper rifle with a range under 300 yards—I am a competent sniper, after all. I also noticed his collection of explosives is decent, though he lacks landmines. If you need them, I can modify these bombs into proximity traps, but it would probably take until tomorrow to finish the modifications," Wang Xia advised Zheng Zha while searching for his own gear. Zheng Zha listened carefully. Suddenly, Zheng Zha inadvertently noticed the word "Explosives" written on one of the weapon crates. His heart leaped, and he quickly looked at the other boxes. Coincidentally, the box right next to the explosives container was labeled "Warehouse." "Explosives Warehouse! Holy hell!" Zheng Zha ignored everything else, grabbed Zhan Lan, and bolted toward the exit, leaping towards...