To think Justin Stone had managed to escape and make it here so stealthily in his condition.
Even she had to admit, she was a little impressed.
"This is all thanks to the Holy Water you gave me, Captain Jacobs."
It turned out that while Chloe Ainsworth had snatched the Holy Water from him, she had no idea he had swapped out three of the bottles for fakes.
He had also stored another three bottles in his personal space.
Just a moment ago, when Chloe Ainsworth had gotten out of the vehicle, he had taken the opportunity to pull a bottle from his space and drink it down.
He had to admit, the Holy Water’s effects were truly miraculous. It could neutralize any poison.
"So, you ran here hoping I would save you?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
Justin Stone nodded eagerly. "I’m not hoping, I’m begging you to save me. Name your price—any condition."
Right now, Nina Jacobs was the only one he could rely on.
The command headquarters wanted to take him back for judgment, and the organization behind Chloe Ainsworth would make him wish for death.
No matter whose hands he fell into, he would be devoured whole, with nothing left.
Only Nina Jacobs had the power to save him now.
"My price?
I want two-thirds of the supplies in your personal space."
Nina Jacobs said after a moment of thought.
"How could you know..."
Justin Stone’s eyes filled with shock. ’How could she know I have a personal space?!’
Nina Jacobs smiled faintly.
"A guess. You were so desperate for the Holy Water, Mr. Stone. I figured it was to use when you made your escape, wasn’t it?
After all, no matter how useful a Space Superpower User is, they can’t compare to having your own personal space, can they?"
"You..."
’So Nina Jacobs knew from the very beginning.’
Justin Stone faltered, but he knew this was no time to hesitate.
"Half. Let’s split the supplies in my space fifty-fifty. How about that?"
"Don’t try to trick me, Mr. Stone. Your space is filled with all the supplies from the Qorbin Granary. I’m only taking two-thirds."
Nina Jacobs shook her head, holding up two fingers.
’Just’ two-thirds.
Justin Stone was both shocked and furious.
He was shocked that Nina Jacobs knew he had taken the supplies from the Qorbin Granary.
And he was furious at her shamelessness. He had spent so much effort gathering those supplies, and she had the gall to say she’d ’only’ take two-thirds?
"If you don’t agree, Mr. Stone, you’re free to leave."
’I’m already being merciful,’ Nina Jacobs thought. ’I’m leaving him a third of it.’
Justin Stone looked at the life-or-death battle raging ahead, considered his own desperate situation, and finally gritted his teeth.
"Fine! Two-thirds for two-thirds! I’ll give them to you!"
’As long as I survive, it’s a worthy price to pay.’
Nia nudged Nina Jacobs and whispered, "Do you think he’s trying to trick you? He agreed way too easily."
After all, the supplies are in his personal space. What if Nina Jacobs goes through all the trouble of saving him, only for him to go back on his word?
But Nina Jacobs looked completely unconcerned.
"You’re right. What ever would I do if Mr. Stone tried to trick me?
I’ve heard, though, that if you turn a Space Superpower User into a zombie, they’ll eventually spit out everything they’ve stored."
Justin Stone’s heart leaped into his throat. He quickly forced a laugh and said,
"Why would I do that? I know what you’re capable of, Captain Jacobs. I would absolutely never trick you."
Nina Jacobs just smiled faintly without a word.
A moment later, she had Wayne Warner start the vehicle. "Looks like things are wrapping up ahead. Let’s go."
The people from command headquarters were engaged in a true firefight, their skills a match for their opponents.
But Zoey Rhodes’s group kept using dirty tricks, cycling through various weapons and poisons that were impossible to defend against.
"That’s my Qiankun Tracking Bomb! Damn it, that’s supposed to be used on zombies."
Nia lost her composure when she saw one of the organization’s members pull out a gold-plated gun.
Once fired, a Qiankun Tracking Bomb automatically tracks the head of a targeted zombie.
Her original intention when inventing it was to allow even survivors with poor marksmanship to save their own lives with the weapon.
She never thought it would be turned on people as a weapon of assassination.
Sure enough, as soon as the bullet was fired from the gold-plated gun, it shot straight for Ignatius Spencer’s head!
Luckily, Ignatius Spencer reacted fast, turning his palm to metal and blocking the bullet.


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