"That would be me."

Claire Warner also pretended it was their first meeting, standing up to exchange pleasantries.

Henry Dixon sighed and introduced Adrian Shaw.

"Director Dixon, no need to worry."

"I’ve already approved the application. It’s just that..."

He had some doubts about this large-scale supply transaction.

’How did this Claire Warner acquire such a huge amount of supplies?’

"Just what?

Just because you don’t have it doesn’t mean others don’t.

Come on, Claire, let’s go make the trade."

Henry Dixon was fuming, and Claire Warner followed with an apologetic look on her face.

However, Adrian Shaw didn’t seem to mind and followed the two into an empty room.

"This is where we usually inspect supplies."

"Sometimes, supplies from the outside are too dirty, so to prevent contamination, we screen and process them here."

Lewis explained from the side while preparing to take inventory.

Claire Warner nodded and began taking out the supplies directly, following the order on the list.

"Where did you find all these supplies?" Adrian Shaw couldn’t help but ask.

The supplies Claire Warner brought out were very neat and clean.

"Supermarkets, wholesale stores, warehouses, logistics trucks... a lot of places," Claire Warner answered, concentrating on taking out the items.

"You’re all alone? I heard you’re not based here," Adrian Shaw nodded and continued to ask questions.

"Don’t overestimate me. One person could never find this many supplies," Claire Warner replied.

"Oh, aren’t you annoying? What’s there to ask about?

Claire is making a legitimate trade here.

Don’t you know that supplies are getting harder and harder to find lately?

You should be thanking your lucky stars that Claire can provide them!"

Henry Dixon pulled Adrian Shaw directly to the side. He was worried that if Adrian asked too many questions, Claire Warner wouldn’t dare to come back next time.

"..."

Adrian Shaw had experienced Henry Dixon’s temper before.

But Henry Dixon was right. Claire Warner had come to trade alone; it was unlikely to be a scam.

After the transaction, Nina Jacobs had directly pocketed two hundred thousand Crystal Cores, plus 300 Gold Bars.

Of her nearly 80 storage slots, 7 were now empty.

Her System Experience Points also shot up by 7,000,000.

[Congratulations, Host, for successfully collecting 660 pounds of Gold. You have triggered the "Doomsday Gold Digger" title and received 2 Level 3 storage slots!]

"I heard you’re selling some kind of Blood Stopping Spray?" Adrian Shaw asked, watching as Claire Warner put the Crystal Cores into her space.

Among the rescue teams, this Blood Stopping Spray had become quite popular.

Unfortunately, the quantity was small, and so far only two rescue teams had been able to use it.

He had once taken it to the base hospital for analysis, but none of the doctors could figure out its chemical composition.

"That’s right."

Claire Warner nodded.

"If we were to purchase it in the base’s name, how many could we buy?"

"100 bottles, I suppose.

I don’t have many left myself."

She was telling the truth; she was running out of bottles to repackage the Blood Stopping Spray.

"Where did you find this Blood Stopping Spray?

I’m just saying, it could actually help a lot more people," Adrian Shaw said.

"It’s a secret remedy of the Warner family. The quantity is limited.

I can only do my best. As you know, the price I sell it for isn’t high. My goal is also to save more people."

Claire Warner sighed, giving off the impression that her ambition outstripped her ability.

’The Warner family...’

Adrian Shaw’s mouth twitched.

The surname Warner was the most common in Drakonia. Trying to find a specific Warner family like that would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Won’t you consider developing your business at the base?"

Before Claire Warner left, Adrian Shaw couldn’t resist asking her one last question.

"I’ll consider it, but not right now," Claire Warner answered with a smile.

She seemed to be in a good mood. Watching Claire Warner leave, Adrian Shaw had just summoned a subordinate to his side, intending to say something.

But he was yanked away by Henry Dixon.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting, you brat.

You are not to follow that young lady," Henry Dixon said.

"You’re pretty sharp, sir. Fine, I won’t investigate her.

Then tell me, what did she just say to you?"

Adrian Shaw had no choice but to give up.

Claire Warner was heading toward the base’s main gate.

Once she left the base, it would be genuinely difficult for him to follow her.

’Better to just forget it...’

What had Claire Warner told him?

Henry Dixon paused, considering whether it was something he could reveal.

"She didn’t say much.

She was just asking me about someone," Henry Dixon said. Claire Warner had only glanced at Tina Sullivan’s file before tossing it onto the desk.

This proved she wasn’t some irrelevant person.

So it wouldn’t matter if he told him.

"Why was she asking about her?"

"She said a customer named Keith Dempsey told her to contact this person.

But it seems she forgot about it," Henry Dixon said.

"Keith Dempsey?"

Adrian Shaw silently committed the two names to memory.

Listening to their conversation, Nina Jacobs finally felt relieved.

She hadn’t gone far.

She had deliberately mentioned Tina Sullivan to Henry Dixon.

’I just wonder if Adrian Shaw will investigate it further.’

She suspected there was someone else above this Tina Sullivan.

’If that’s really the case, then things are about to get interesting...’

After leaving the base with Claire Warner’s face, Nina Jacobs simply set up her small shop again on a relatively safe roadside.

This road led directly to the base and was just outside the outermost checkpoint, so she wouldn’t encounter any more zombies. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Over the better part of the day, business at the small shop was so good that a long line had formed.

In particular, a team called "Soul Slayer" bought a full 20,000 Crystal Cores’ worth of supplies.

"Boss, that Rhys Lynch who was just here, how many supplies did he buy from you?"

While she was counting supplies and Crystal Cores, a man with a buzz cut and a scar on his face asked.

He was tall, with a sharp look in his eyes.

Nina Jacobs glanced at him and shook her head. "Sorry, that’s the customer’s private information. I won’t tell—"

The tip of a blade was already hovering in front of her face.

"Are you sure... you won’t tell me?" the man asked.

However, to his and the others’ surprise, the little shop owner before them showed no fear at all.

"I’d advise you to put that away, if you still want to be my customer again," Nina Jacobs said, displeased.

Seeing the female boss getting angry, Caleb Carter withdrew the Gold Spike.

"So you really do have some skills."

Caleb Carter had just been testing her.

He didn’t want others to know how many supplies "Soul Slayer" had purchased; he just wanted to see if Claire Warner would easily give up the information.

Nina Jacobs had sensed his probing intentions from the start. She had heard of this Caleb Carter in her previous life.

His team was considered the strongest in City D at the time.

And Caleb Carter only killed zombies, not people.

"There are more than ten times as many eyes on me out here than there are on you," Nina Jacobs said with a helpless tone.

"It seems you know you’re being watched.

I hope our next transaction will be just as pleasant."

Caleb Carter was completely reassured.

He understood what Claire Warner meant.

More than his "Soul Slayer" team, Claire Warner, as the owner, had a greater interest in keeping her sales figures secret.

The small shop announced it was closing for the day.

Only then did Nina Jacobs start walking in the opposite direction from the base.

Feeling the little "tails" behind her one by one, Nina Jacobs sighed internally.

’Closing up early was the right call. I still have to spend some time dealing with these tails.’

However, today’s "tails" were clearly more troublesome than usual.

By the time she pulled a battered silver sedan directly out of her storage, a group of people had already surrounded her.

"Claire Warner, you’ve got some real nerve, running off to a deserted place," a man sneered, staring at her.