He did not want his money to be so easily obtained. If they were his own people, it would be one thing, but insignificant outsiders were merely pawns to be used and discarded.
Zhao Yunhai always kept his word. The distribution of money to these surrendered individuals was broadcast live via projector.
In front of both warring factions, ten thousand US dollars were handed over to each person directly.
Those who received the money had their eyes gleaming with greed, focused solely on the cash, but they failed to notice the looks directed at them by those who had surrendered later.
Zakaqi, formerly Murphy's second-in-command and now a general, addressed them loudly.
"I have now fulfilled my promise to you, and you are now officially under my command, Zakaqi."
"From now on, every man is a soldier. Only by killing Li Fan can we achieve true peace."
As he spoke, the recipients of the money, their cash still warm, quickly stuffed it into their clothes, their gazes flickering downwards as they remained silent.
With money in hand, they were hardly willing to risk their lives.
Zakaqi observed their furtive movements with disdain. The benefactor had said that if these people refused, the money would belong to him.
However, Zakaqi, being shrewd, cast a glance at those who had surrendered later, signaling to his men behind him.
The surrounding subordinates promptly raised their weapons, aiming them at the hesitant group.
The previously harmonious scene instantly became charged with tension.
"Kill Li Fan and achieve true peace."
A timid and fearful individual quickly raised his hand and shouted.
He feared going to battle, but he feared being killed here even more. On the battlefield, at least he would have a chance to live and smell the scent of US dollars.
Many others joined in the chant, expressing their willingness to join Zakaqi's army.
Though they were foolish, in this moment of life and death, they seemed to grasp the situation and quickly made their choice.
"Very well, those willing, please step to the right."
Zakaqi nodded with satisfaction, his gaze cold as he looked at the foolish and still clinging to hope individuals. Excellent, a full two thousand people.
Zakaqi immediately waved his hand, "For those who did not receive money earlier, the opportunity is now before you. What are you waiting for?"
As soon as Zakaqi finished speaking, those who were already envious and jealous attacked their former comrades.
Over forty thousand people had surrendered, but alas, two thousand were no match for the remaining twenty thousand.
As for the money, Zakaqi cared not. As long as he completed the benefactor's task and eliminated Li Fan.
Once the benefactor left, he would be king here.
He would have everything he desired.
He was not the foolish Murphy.
For over an hour, these hopeful individuals were beaten to death in a brutal assault, with some even being caught in the crossfire.
These individuals, whose hands were now stained with the blood of their companions, had undergone a transformation, becoming even more ruthless.
"Excellent, I've seen who killed the most. You, you, and you."
Zakaqi personally selected two thousand people, those he deemed physically fit. He couldn't possibly monitor who killed whom.
Zakaqi, seeing the dejected and disappointed faces of those not chosen, offered comfort.
"Do not be disheartened, those not selected. As long as we drive away Li Fan and achieve military merit, this general will still reward you."
"Distribute weapons to everyone. You will be the first wave, charging forward."
"If Li Fan wins, your fate is predictable."
Zakaqi was not afraid of them defecting during battle. They had already killed their own people; would they be foolish enough to defect back only to be killed by Li Fan?
He believed these people would not be that stupid.
"These people have sold their conscience for scraps; they are ungrateful wretches."
Li Fan, seeing these people charging forward with weapons towards his ranks, sneered in anger.
He had treated them so well, yet they had never shown such ferocity.
"Kill them."
Li Fan's faction had only a few thousand people who remained unwavering. Thus, Li Fan held the final defensive line and deployed his clone army.
Without the Hope Base, Li Fan had not returned to the apocalyptic world.
The three thousand clone soldiers were Li Fan's final trump card, equipped with top-tier weapons and equipment.
Li Fan had decided that after this battle, he would return to the apocalyptic world and only come back when his army exceeded one hundred thousand.
Meanwhile, in the apocalyptic world, Wang Fan was also preparing to make a move against Li Fan.
Although they shared the same character 'Fan' in their names, their allegiances were different. It could only be said that each fought for their own cause. Li Fan fought for himself, and Wang Fan fought to live a better life.
In addition to Yun Shao's instruction to act, Wang Fan also wanted to kill Li Fan.
The reason was simple: Yun Shao had entrusted the apocalyptic world to his care, and Li Fan was the only one who could freely enter and exit.
As Yun Shao had said, the dead could keep secrets.
Wang Fan agreed with this sentiment.
"Brother Fan, where are we going?"
Chu Ning, seeing Wang Fan call him, hurried over without delay.
"I'm going out to handle some business."
After Chu Ning arrived, Wang Fan took him along with a hundred subordinates and quietly left the Tiangong Base.
Outside Li Fan's warehouse, a multi-layered cloud password lock blocked Wang Fan's path.
The door had six rotating locks, which, when turned, connected to two inner core locks. Each lock had to be precise, a highly intricate mechanism.
"This type of password lock is a bit complex. Brother Fan, give me some time."
Chu Ning, seeing Brother Fan lead him to this door, assumed he needed help opening it and quickly assured him.
"Three turns on the upper lock, in five. Lower lock five turns, back two."
"Both left and right locks, ten turns each, in one."
"The two middle locks remain untouched."
Wang Fan hardly needed him to open the lock. His divination skills were unmatched, and the only lock in the world he couldn't open was the lock of the heart.
Seeing Chu Ning stare at him in surprise, Wang Fan confidently said, "A small demonstration. Did that shock you?"
"Hurry up and do as I say. If we delay Young Master Yun's important matter, you'll be in trouble."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Upon hearing about Young Master Yun's important matter, Chu Ning quickly stepped forward to open the lock.
Wang Fan's sequence of unlocking was followed precisely, and the imposing door slowly swung open automatically.
"Take explosives inside and be sure to fill the entire warehouse. Leave no corner untouched."
Wang Fan made a rough calculation of the time Li Fan had spent in the apocalyptic world. Though the time was somewhat blurry, he had a rough estimate.
"Yes."
These men quickly carried crates of explosives inside.
Wang Fan walked in and sat down in a corner, instructing someone to place a machine gun in front of him. After it was secured, he lay down, held the trigger, and aimed forward.
"Brother Fan, where is this?" Chu Ning asked, confused.
At this moment, he did not know that this was Li Fan's secret warehouse.
"Don't worry about it. Just watch."
Wang Fan had no desire to explain. As for why he brought Chu Ning along, it was merely for company and conversation.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Wang Fan seemed to have a premonition and instantly pulled the trigger.
Dada da da!!!!
The machine gun's firepower instantly erupted forward.
However, there was no one in front of him, but Wang Fan didn't care, continuing to pull the trigger.
"Load more bullets for me. Don't stop."
Wang Fan didn't even consider if the gun barrel would overheat; he kept the trigger pulled.
Chu Ning didn't understand, but he could only comply.
Meanwhile, the defeated Li Fan, just as he was about to open the door to the apocalyptic world and enter, was hit by an unannounced burst of bullets fired from within. The bullets instantly struck his body, causing blood to spray.
His lightning-elemental abilities instantly filled his body, paralyzing his sense of pain.
But the bullets didn't stop. In the blink of an eye, Li Fan's body could no longer bear the strain. Even using his lightning abilities to dodge was futile.
"Demolish this place."
Wang Fan immediately stood up, and with Chu Ning, they quickly departed, ordering his men to initiate the explosion.
In the real world.
Zhao Yunhai appeared beside Li Fan at this very moment. The few remaining clone squad members around Li Fan were also personally eliminated by Zhao Yunhai.
"How could you... possibly be here."
Li Fan, blood gushing from his mouth, looked in disbelief at the person who had appeared before him.
His greatest pride was having trapped Zhao Yunhai in the apocalyptic world, but as he was dying, Zhao Yunhai had appeared beside him.
So?
Was his greatest pride merely a joke all along?
"If I want to come out, I can come out. Your life, I will collect on behalf of the King of Hell."
Zhao Yunhai shot Li Fan directly, without further unnecessary chatter.
Li Fan was too much of a coward. He was sent to the United States to cause chaos, only to end up developing in such a remote place.