The bullet named "Night Chaser," looked pitch-black and eerily long in the picture, extremely slender and carved with intricate patterns.
It was said to be a high-end engraving craft, not only for decoration but also serving the purpose of energy conduction.
The moment it made contact with the target, it would form a supergravity field at the point of impact, collapsing inward and tearing apart.
The coverage area was small, but if it messed with the brain or the heart, even Class C life forms had no way out but death.
Finally, glancing at the estimated delivery time of about ten to fifteen days, he had no idea where it was customized from, certainly not from the Blue Star civilization, and he would have to wait some more time.
"Received," Li Ming replied.
He browsed the Black Hole Network again, especially the bounty column, scrutinizing it multiple times, but did not find a bounty on Fu Zongchen.
Such high-ranking political figures with significant influence usually did not have bounties accepted on the Black Hole Network unless it was a particularly high price because it would cause them certain troubles.
They were no small figures from Silver Grey Star, such as Fu Zongchen. If someone got killed because of a bounty from the Black Hole Network, would Blue Star investigate or not?
If they did investigate, Blue Star civilization certainly would not be able to bring the Black Hole Network to light, and since the bounty was claimed, the murderer had a name and could not simply pin the crime on someone randomly.
If they did not investigate, the uproarious public opinion would stain the government’s reputation, forcing them to take some action out of desperation.
But after taking action, the Black Hole Network could not afford not to respond; otherwise, the "colossal presence in the shadows" would have lost its credibility.
Back and forth, you couldn’t just mess up a whole civilization over such trivial matters; the cost was too great, the loss outweighing the gain.
It was simpler not to accept, but the Black Hole Network wouldn’t outright refuse bounties, there was just a surcharge for public opinion.
"A Conclave Deacon, a public opinion surcharge of one hundred million Star Coins on top of the inherent bounty and security level, this price..."
Li Ming calculated and was taken aback; such a surcharge was not something anyone would pay, unless it was a deep hatred like exterminating a family or desecrating ancestral graves.
Even Old Wu would not be willing to pay; it was simply too expensive.
After sighing for a while, just as he was about to close the Black Hole Network, the cripple replied—
"Congratulations, if Old Li knew, he would be very pleased."
This was obviously about the exchange conference.
"If it cannot be done, there’s no need to force it," he added.
Li Ming pondered for a moment and typed: "Uncle, you’ve taken the money, wouldn’t your people chop you up if you didn’t get the job done?"
"I only took a few tens of thousands of Star Coins per person, and some have not yet made the payment, though a few with good relations paid more, which might be a bit troublesome, but at the end of the day, there is still some affection, so they probably won’t kill me."
"With your accomplishments, you are destined for greater heights, killing Fu Zongchen would be as easy as flipping your hand," the cripple added, the sound of wind and sand howling, his location unknown, his dry lips carrying a few grains of sand.
Li Ming had asked him to crowdfund before this incident occurred.
Without this event, the cripple wasn’t sure if Li Ming would have the day he defeated Fu Zongchen.
But with this incident, he was certain that Li Ming would definitely have it, and much quicker than he imagined, just a few more years on the run at most.
"Don’t worry, if there’s real risk, I won’t make a move." After replying with this last message, Li Ming closed the Black Hole Network.
Early the next morning, just after Li Ming finished breakfast, still savoring the taste of the crystal shrimp, he received a message from Li Ruoning: Ding Hui was waiting for him outside his room.
"Brother Ding, you’re here so early." Li Ming greeted and led Ding Hui into the workshop.
Professor Xia and Old Wu were of the same generation, and Li Ming felt awkward always calling Ding Hui "Teacher Ding," so he let him call him "brother" instead.
Ding Hui had a full-data visor on his forehead and threw out a USB drive with one hand, while holding a crude external mechanical arm armor with the other.
"Business came knocking, half a million, not a low price, get on optimizing it ASAP."
Li Ming took it over; even a mosquito leg small as it was, was meat, he wouldn’t refuse.
"When do you need it? Tomorrow at the latest." After examining it, there was no decorative coating on the mold surface, it was silver-white overall, with no lethal power, seemingly just a simple assist device.
"No rush, I’ll come and get it tomorrow." Ding Hui looked around the workshop and couldn’t help but sigh, "Professor Wu is really good to you, this must be three rooms combined."
He casually asked, "I heard from people in your lab that you bought a lot of alloy, why don’t I see any here in your workshop?"
Li Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly, he casually asked, "You all know about this, have you been spying on me?"
"Who would bother spying on you?" Ding Hui said exasperatedly, casually pulling over a big metal block to sit down, "Several labs exchange information frequently, and it’s no secret. Lots of people know about it."
"That financial manager, Liu, used to be my schoolmate. He cried over drinks with me for half the night last time."
Director Liu, who was usually quite stiff and serious, seldom joked around.
"He said you don’t even blink when purchasing, when you first came, he was embarrassed to say anything, but later your contribution ratio exceeded that of the lab’s, so he became even less inclined."
"He has to deal with Luo Chuan on top and placate the various departments below." Ding Hui grinned, producing a smart terminal and displayed a photo: "Look, I even took a picture."
What a strange hobby, Li Ming glanced at it, and indeed it was Director Liu, sobbing and sniffling away.