Chapter 153
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Chapter 153: The End of Fourth Street
Inside the closed clinic, Lin Qingliu leaned back against two soft woven bags, looking completely unrefined as he perused the documents in his hands.
It must be said that meticulousness was indeed a great virtue of that young researcher.
In the independently gathered information, Lin Qingliu saw very few subjective assumptions and ideas. Instead, the majority was filled with detailed objective descriptions and data, giving it a unique soothing style as he read.
Lin Qingliu pulled out sheets of paper with photographs, spreading them out on the floor to begin his selection process.
His requirements were not overly complex. Firstly, the budget had to be kept under four hundred thousand; no, now it was thirty-nine thousand information coins at most.
Secondly, it would be best if it were a standalone building. Being a bit run-down was not an issue, and the surrounding area didn’t need to be overly prosperous, as that would be a major taboo for a secret base.
After various comparisons, Lin Qingliu finally found a building that almost perfectly matched his ideas.
Located in the inner city at Fourth Commercial Street, Building 102.
Fourth Commercial Street was a place that Lin Qingliu and a few of the original believers would never forget.
In their first cooperative effort, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, they had navigated through the complex secret passage beneath the research institutes and ultimately escaped to Fourth Commercial Street.
Now, looking at the scenery near Building 102, Lin Qingliu corresponded it with the scenes from his memory.
Number 102 on Fourth Commercial Street was the last one on the street, with the small abandoned buildings near the end of the secret passage not far away.
Therefore, nearly half of the area near this property had very few visitors.
On the side close to the commercial street, Lin Qingliu could redecorate it into the facade of a mental health clinic, meaning visitors wouldn’t feel it was out of place when they came.
What a good place; it satisfied all his needs from every angle, even the budget barely squeezed to the limit.
At this thought, Lin Qingliu suddenly felt curious:
How could such a good location and such a new house fall into his hands? Was it a coincidence? Or was it planned?
He carefully examined the information about the property, and a few minutes later, he achieved complete clarity.
This house originally belonged to a director of the factory’s office. Unfortunately, in mid-July, this director was taken away by a Captain with the surname Zhuang from the Internal Affairs Clean-up Team, who broke down the door and arrested him directly.
Subsequently, this house became public property and was retrieved by the department responsible for such transactions, just recently listed for sale.
Seeing the familiar name, Lin Qingliu’s expression twitched, and after a moment, he couldn’t help but clasp his hands together and silently mutter:
“Thank you, Nature, for this gift.”
It was decided!
After making up his mind, Lin Qingliu worked swiftly.
As a key individual requested for relocation by General Wencheng himself, the municipal workers responsible for the property dared not delay and quickly completed the transfer.
Just like that, Lin Qingliu obtained a housing certificate.
The certificate seemed to be etched using laser technology on a sheet of translucent plastic. When the certificate was held up to a light source or reflected light, the information would instantly become visible.
Next came the moving process.
With the help of military personnel, his tattered belongings filled in woven bags were easily taken by the soldiers accompanying him to the inner city, the entire process involving only one trip, with no return journey.
At the last moment of leaving the old house in the outer city, Lin Qingliu glanced around at this place where he had lived for six months.
Whether it was the holes he had patched himself or the two esteemed guests two hundred meters underground, perhaps this would be their last meeting…
In the new home, Lin Qingliu gazed at the piles of compressed files scattered across the floor and suddenly felt as though his new life was somewhat surreal.
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At the Ministry of Internal Affairs, training grounds.
In the center of the area encircled by safety barriers, two muscular strong men, clad in boxing gloves, were unleashing their full strength against the young woman before them.
A barrage of straight and swinging punches came from all directions as Shi Jin desperately dodged through the gaps between the four hands.
The fists, laden with immense force, seemed to move in slow motion, yet no matter how they tried, they couldn’t even graze her.
However, despite this, the two strong men’s years of combat experience still played a crucial role.
Their relentless, rain-like punches continued to press forward, their feet steadily closing the distance.
Shi Jin had poured all her focus into evading the punches, completely unaware that she was being gradually driven into a corner.
Just like that, a minute later, Shi Jin felt her back collide with the pillar in the corner.
The sudden impact caused her to lose focus for a split second.
A powerful swinging punch landed squarely on her right arm.
After a brief moment of numbness, the intense pain surged through her, overwhelming her ability to concentrate. She could only raise her left hand to signal for a pause and slowly slid down to sit against the pillar.
Seeing this, the two strong men immediately stopped and, after confirming that Shi Jin wasn’t seriously injured, stepped off the training mat to catch their breath.
The intense pain twisted Shi Jin’s expression, but what troubled her more was the voice that came from behind.
It was a middle-aged man with a somewhat hoarse voice.
“Footwork! Footwork! How many times have I told you? How could you let yourself get backed into a corner?
“Such incredible abilities, and yet it’s all wasted on you! If I had that kind of speed, forget those two, I could take on twenty, even two hundred, without breaking a sweat!”
The harsh scolding reached Shi Jin’s ears. She had heard enough of this kind of criticism over time and knew there was a fair amount of exaggeration in his words.
But it couldn’t be denied that the instructor did have his own effective teaching methods, and his current outburst of anger was simply because he felt Shi Jin’s progress was too slow.
Shi Jin could sense the expectation hidden beneath his reprimand and could also detect a faint, almost imperceptible trace of jealousy lurking beneath that expectation.
For the first eighteen years of her life, Shi Jin had been an ordinary human. No one understood that feeling better than she did.
She had often fantasized about whether, if she had superpowers, her mother might have received more timely and comprehensive treatment.
This thought had haunted her for a long time after her mother’s passing.
And now, ironically, she truly had superpowers.
Shi Jin knew she couldn’t tell anyone about the dreams that had awakened her powers or the matters related to the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult.
Fulan, who was guiding her, appeared to be a gentle yet slightly proud cat, but in reality, she possessed the terrifying power of transformation.
Considering both emotional and practical factors, Shi Jin had only one path to follow: to grit her teeth and persevere.
At this moment, she was merely a substitute with abilities that weren’t particularly remarkable. To reclaim her identity, she had to pass the assessment at the end of the month to join the direct superpowered group.
