Chapter 104: Shop Till You Drop

[Task One completed, environment confirmed: The world of the film "Jennifer's Flesh"]
[Basic Template released: Mafia Henchman]

On the Red Alert interface, the font at the top changed, and in the unit bar on the right, a man appeared wearing a gray trench coat over a tailored suit, topped with a large Sicilian-style hat.

The man held a Chicago Typewriter, the muzzle angled forward, his expression unreadable.

Gao Ning scratched his head, genuinely surprised by this unit type.

Since when did Red Alert include Sicilian-style mafia henchmen?

But considering this world, it seemed that henchmen alone would suffice.

Although Jennifer eventually transformed into a demon, her abilities were pitifully weak.

Her metabolism was terrifyingly high; if she didn’t consume a few bites of human flesh regularly, her appearance would rapidly age.

She only possessed rapid healing when protected, and only after consuming enough flesh would she unlock the ability to float.

Moreover, her weakness was glaringly obvious—if her heart was pierced, she would die instantly.

If it weren’t for Jennifer’s arrogant nature, relying on her beauty to act recklessly and openly feed on campus, she wouldn’t have fallen so quickly!

Gao Ning glanced at Jennifer’s face—indeed, she was quite beautiful.

But for now, he wouldn’t touch her. An ordinary human physique couldn’t withstand the weight of a fortress like Gao Ning’s castle.

Only her demon form could endure the castle’s impact.

That was why Gao Ning had set his sights on her conquest.

Arriving in this world, Gao Ning wasn’t here to be a straight-A student. Since he came to relax and this world held no missions, it was only logical to enjoy himself while ensuring his own safety.

Gao Ning had waited long before but never received the mysterious train mission; then he remembered this was his fourth mission world.

In the afternoon, he skipped class to go home and sifted through his memories, suddenly realizing his monthly allowance came from the bartender at the town’s bar.

The bar in the town center seemed to be his uncle’s business.

What a coincidence—henchman units could come in handy here.

Magic Pot Town was remote, surrounded by forests, with only a few square kilometers at the center serving as the town’s activity zone.

Thus, wild animals often emerged from the woods here.

This made it convenient for Gao Ning to handle large black bear neutral units.

Unlike ordinary reactions, the neutral units respawned much faster—one large bear every two hours.

Fortunately, the Red Alert map covered not only the entire town but also a significant part of the surrounding forest, so he could deploy the units directly into the woods.

In the afternoon, Gao Ning strolled around the town to familiarize himself with the environment. He found no other abnormalities. Not only was Liang Bing and his group outside the map range, but the hostile faction also showed no signs of activity.

Of course, it was possible the enemy was hiding well, secretly plotting some scheme. But it was more likely they hadn’t even appeared in Magic Pot Town.

Gao Ning made several calls and contacted a furniture center in the nearest city, then ordered a private car to leave Magic Pot Town.

Business came first; Jennifer’s situation wasn’t urgent. He would first decorate the castle’s space.

Before nightfall, he arrived in the city and went to the warehouse district, renting a large warehouse of about a thousand square meters, then headed straight to the furniture center.

Having called ahead, the sales staff were still waiting.

Gao Ning’s communication with them was simple—he just briefly showed them the castle’s internal layout and made it clear he didn’t care about the cost.

The furniture center immediately sent designers to offer several style options. Gao Ning quickly chose one and finalized the types and quantities of furniture.

After leaving the warehouse address and paying a 20% deposit, he accompanied the designer to the city’s largest car rental company.

“A motorcycle, preferably with a lot of horsepower!”

When asked at the front desk, Gao Ning gave only this requirement, which was easily met.

In the underground garage, after viewing a modified Hummer muscle car and a Ford Mustang, Gao Ning decisively chose the coolest-looking Ford Mustang.

Its blue base color was adorned with red flame patterns, the tires were widened and enlarged, the car was as big as a carriage, and its horsepower was formidable.

As night fell, Gao Ning took the car onto a secluded highway, pressed the accelerator to the floor, and reveled in the roaring rush of speed.

Only in the late hours did he find a hotel to rest.

At precisely ten o’clock, he confirmed the deployment location.

He pulled out a gray trench coat he had bought earlier, wore it simply over a striped suit, placed a hat on his head, and stepped out of the hotel.

He strolled leisurely across two blocks and stopped opposite a large weapons store.

At that moment, three mafia henchmen dressed similarly quietly approached Gao Ning’s back. With a flash of light, the henchmen materialized in this world.

The henchmen bowed in respect. Gao Ning tossed them some small change, pointed toward the weapons store, and donned a scar-faced mask.

The henchmen charged forward, kicking open the store’s heavy door with the Chicago Typewriters in hand.

Within seconds, they subdued the lone clerk inside. Gao Ning strolled in slowly.

Looking at the clerk with hands raised, he said coolly, “If I were to buy your entire inventory, how much would it cost?”

“Huh?”

The clerk was stunned, confused.

Gao Ning expected no resistance; he tossed the clerk some coins and then, accompanied by two henchmen, headed directly to the back warehouse.

Soon the sound of crates being moved filled the space, with the henchmen busy at work.

They even moved the firearms displayed in the front to the back.

The clerk, hands still raised under the guns’ muzzles, dared not move, helplessly watching them work, unable even to call the police.

Twenty minutes later, Gao Ning emerged empty-handed, removed his hat, nodded slightly to the clerk, and left with the henchmen, leaving the clerk dumbfounded in the now-empty weapons store.

What was going on? Why did they leave so suddenly?

Why move all the weapons to the back? And where had those two men gone?

Was this some kind of plot?

Even after Gao Ning disappeared around the corner, the clerk had yet to recover.

He hesitated, then suddenly jumped up and rushed toward the back warehouse, letting out a piercing scream that echoed through the air.

The entire warehouse had been cleared out.

Not even the illegal firearms stored in the cellar were spared. How had they gotten everything out?

The warehouse had no second exit—where had those two men gone?

Trembling, the clerk dialed the police, feeling as though he had encountered ghosts.