Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 552 Funding
Zhu Lan's strategy was the same old one: if he was discovered, he would change his identity and move to a different place.

It's not that she's pessimistic, but rather that they, as a group, didn't even have the right to fight against the Haixin Society; all they could do was run for their lives.

It's incredibly difficult for our side to even muster two or three combatants, while the enemy has an abundance of fusion warriors. With such a huge disparity in combat power, how are we supposed to fight?
Dewey looked at Zhu Lan with an expression that said, "I knew it."

"Could you add one more spot for me?"

Dewey picked up the tongs and began to flip the roast meat.

"Add one more spot?"

It took Zhu Lan a while to realize that Dewey was going to leave with his girlfriend: "You told your girlfriend about us? Are you serious?"

Zhu Lan initially thought that Du Wei and his so-called girlfriend were just having a fling and would break up soon.

Judging from his current attitude, he is serious.

Dewey sighed: "I guess so. I didn't really want to tell her my true identity, but when the Hermit contacted me, I happened to be on my way home from get off work with her."

"I have neither the ability to alter memories, nor can I simply kill someone..."

Zhu Lan grinned, clenching her teeth, with a look of disgust: "Don't tell me you played the hero and saved the damsel in distress when facing the hermit."

After the hermit leaves and you escort him home, the two of you, alone together, naturally slept together.

Dewey scratched his head: "Although there are some differences in the details... that's roughly it."

This is really the case!
Zhu Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes.

But since it was a mutual consent process, she couldn't really say anything.

Having sex is one thing, but when it involves falsifying one's identity, that's another matter entirely.

"You understand the extent of Asia Union's crackdown on counterfeit citizen cards without me having to explain it. Let's not even talk about whether you know how expensive it is to forge a fake identity that can evade ordinary checks."

Zhu Lan put away her disdain, her expression turning serious: "Are you sure you want to make someone spend the rest of their life in exile with you because of a moment of impulse?"

Dewey seemed helpless: "I don't want to, but she already knows about us. Once our whereabouts are exposed, even if we don't take her with us, she will be found by the Haixin Society."

As a former combatant, I know very well what methods they use to extract intelligence from ordinary people's minds. Afterwards, they're either dead or maimed. Coming with us at least offers a chance of survival.

Zhu Lan looked at Du Wei with a strange expression: "How come I never knew you had this side to you before?"

“In the past, I had little contact with ordinary people’s society, let alone working and earning money in a company like I do now.”

"And you yourself said that was in the past. So many years have passed, there should be some changes, shouldn't there?"

Dewey picked up a piece of roasted pork rib, cut it into small pieces with scissors, and put it on Zhu Lan's plate.

Zhu Lan scoffed dismissively: "You were saying one minute that it's impossible to treat the supernatural as human, and the next minute you're telling me to change. You're really hypocritical."

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, Sister Lan, eat meat, eat meat."

Dewey deftly grilled the sliced ​​meat and fish fillets, his mouth full of flattering words.

Having spent so many years in human society, he has learned a great deal.

Zhu Lan wanted to refuse, but seeing that this man, who usually had very low demands and rarely asked for favors, had gone to such lengths, she couldn't help but hesitate.

In the past, these people would never have cared about the life or death of an ordinary person.

That woman is dead, that's all. It's even possible that she was killed before Haixin arrived to prevent the news from leaking out.

But people are all made of flesh and blood. Having lived in human society for so many years, they have long considered themselves a part of it.

Furthermore, since they are not capitalists, it is difficult for them to treat ordinary people as renewable consumables as before.

"Alright, stop baking so much. Come with me to the supermarket in a bit. With something this big happening, it's time to have a quick online meeting to discuss our next steps."

Looking at the overflowing baking paper, Zhu Lan stopped Du Wei from continuing to stuff meat into his pan.

She didn't say whether she was willing to help, but the fact that she didn't explicitly deny it means it's highly likely.

Dewey smiled slightly: "No problem, we can ask online. Maybe other people have similar thoughts to mine."

"If you have an idea, go and make money quickly. Although we still have some savings, we can't just sit around and live off them forever. Every time we forge a fake identity, it's a huge financial drain."

Zhu Lan picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in wasabi, and put it in her mouth. As she ate, she said, "If there are others among us who are in a similar situation to you, I can help you."

But you'll have to find a way to make up for the money you spent on fake identities later. Others can keep the money they earn using fake identities, but you can't."

“No problem. When I was in the field team, I participated in a lot of operations and I would always get some loot from the mission targets.”

Dewey's tone carried a hint of regret: "It's a pity that I didn't care about money at all back then. I just thought it was interesting and symbolically took some things from the vault and safe."

Zhu Lan immediately became interested, but she didn't stop stuffing food into her mouth: "So you mean you still have quite a bit of secret savings?"

Haixin Association is not a charitable organization.

The first thing to do after eliminating the enemy is, of course, to raid their homes.

Back then, the Haixin Society's combat teams mostly targeted small organizations with mysterious powers, and each organization had a corresponding financial backer.

Some were warlords, and some were financial tycoons.

The strange members of the small organization mostly acquired strange objects by chance, and were ordinary people who happened to have a strange adaptability to them.

They don't have much ambition; most of them live their lives with the idea of ​​enjoying each day as it comes.

To be happy, one needs money, so naturally, they hit it off with those warlords and tycoons.

Don't be fooled by Dewey's words that he was just taking a small token; what kind of worthless things could be kept in the vaults of those tycoons and warlords?

Even if he only carried two gold bars in one operation, he would have dozens by now.

Back then, besides wanting to use the curse to absorb cannon fodder, the Haixin Society may have also harbored the mentality of slaughtering pigs and eating meat.

The Countermeasures Bureau and the Special Affairs Bureau have no shortage of money, but they value their fighting force more than wealth, in order to maintain their dominance.

The Sea Heart Society, which possesses the curse, lacks everything except for the most crucial improvements to its fusion warrior technology and combat personnel.

Without the support of a political system, the Haixin Society could only rely on itself to slowly make money. When it became desperate for money, it naturally turned its attention to the warlords.

Each organization eliminated makes the Haixin Society more secure.

But Hai Xin Hui wasn't stupid; she understood the principle of "when the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked."

Therefore, for the past ten years or so, the policy of "harvesting the leeks" has been adopted in order to pursue a path of sustainable development.

The research and development costs for things related to the supernatural are simply too high. For example, the special synthetic enzyme gummies that Gao Bin ate cost several times more per piece than the same volume of gold.

Remember, it's volume, not weight; this alone is enough to give you a glimpse into just how outrageous the cost of this bizarre technology truly is.

Under normal circumstances, the Sea Heart Society will only take action to punish a faction if it has grown too powerful or if a fusion warrior has emerged.

That's how Gis was captured and taken to the Sea Heart Society.

The Hai Xin Society is incredibly envious of this method that can create muscular fusion warriors using the most primitive and side-effect-heavy approach.

Fusion warriors promoted in this way may have short lifespans, but you can't ignore their combat power!

Zhu Lan asked curiously, as if she were meeting Dewey for the first time, "You weren't kicked out of the field operations unit because you embezzled too much back then, were you?"

"That's not it."

Dewey waved his hand: "It's mainly because I didn't take enough."

This answer seems outrageous, yet it makes perfect sense.

Everyone else is taking advantage of this special event to make a fortune, but you're acting all detached and indifferent, which is bound to make some people unhappy.

Although Zhu Lan was a researcher, she had heard about the work style of field staff.

After all, Hai Xin Hui's thirst for money and resources is obvious to everyone, and the organization's members are inevitably affected.

She picked up a piece of sushi and stuffed it into her mouth: "Let's not talk about the filth in the organization. Where did you hide that money? Roughly how much is it?"

Since Dewey brought this up now, it must be because the money he plundered was not kept in the dormitories inside the Haixin Society.

"I don't know exactly how much those things are worth, but every time I come back I bring some gold bars, pearls, gems and the like. After a while, the dormitory can't hold them all, and sometimes they get confiscated if they're discovered."

Therefore, most of us would find someone outside to help safeguard this wealth.

Hearing this, Zhu Lan lost most of her interest: "Are you sure that person is reliable? Aren't you worried that Hai Xin will wait for us to get the money and then catch us all in one fell swoop?"

Dewey, however, was not worried at all: "Don't worry, I didn't find someone to keep them for me like they do. Instead, every time I went out on a mission, I would take some with me and bury them somewhere."

I have the exact coordinates memorized. For my next job, I'll try to find one that involves frequent international travel, so I can collect the buried gold bars along the way.

I can entrust all this money to you for safekeeping, as for the others..."

Dewey had thought things through long before he arrived.

With this money as leverage, preparing a fake identity for someone is an incredibly simple matter.

The difficulty of the problem does not lie with Zhu Lan.

Someone who can treat even the supernatural as human wouldn't be so harsh on humans, right?
The main problem is how to convince the other members to allow their girlfriends to join the team.

With each additional person added to the escape group, the risk of exposure increases.

Not to mention that she was just an ordinary person who had just learned about the strange world, a pure breakthrough point.

At this point, Zhu Lan, as the nominal leader, was needed to persuade the other members.

"I'll take care of the others for you. We're already in this situation, what difference does it make if there's one more or one less person?"

Zhu Lan knew what Du Wei was worried about: "Don't worry, we don't usually contact each other anyway, so there's no risk of leaks. With our current communication methods, we might not even know if half of us are dead. There's nothing to worry about."

"Your words of comfort are so thoughtful..."

"There's no time to lose. Are you coming back with me now, or will you eat first and then leave?"

Zhu Lan picked up a tissue, wiped her mouth, and asked.

Dewey glanced down at the barbecue paper; not a single piece of meat was left, and even the sushi on the plate had been completely cleaned up.

You've already finished eating, yet you're asking me if I want to eat some more?

(End of this chapter)