Chapter Two: The Bunker

After receiving the money, I immediately contacted the underground contractor.

I chose to renovate an abandoned subway tunnel, which is located in a remote area and has a sturdy structure.

"You mean you want to renovate the abandoned Line 7 tunnel?" the contractor asked, his voice trembling on the phone.

"Sir, a collapse occurred there."

"I do biochemical research, and I specifically need to build a laboratory underground."

I directly added 50,000 to the price as hush money.

Although the contractor didn't understand, he was happy to do my job.

For a whole week, I hired the most professional construction team to transform the tunnel into a biochemical protective bunker.

Next, I drove to various military supply suppliers and began a frenzied buying spree.

I buy military rations, compressed biscuits, and high-calorie foods directly by the ton.

I practically emptied the inventories of several major pharmaceutical companies, including anti-biochemical drugs, antiviral serums, and medical equipment.

Most importantly, air purification equipment and biochemical protective clothing are needed.

I bought hundreds of fully enclosed chemical protective suits and thousands of gas masks.

To ensure absolute safety, I installed three explosion-proof doors at the tunnel entrance, and added an ultraviolet disinfection system to the doors.

I also purchased more than a dozen sets of high-capacity energy storage batteries and diesel generators.

During this time, I also kept a close eye on Mark's movements.

Sure enough, it started appearing frequently in the news:

"Several major thefts have recently occurred in several biological laboratories in the city, with surveillance cameras deliberately sabotaged."

"The CDC's virus sample bank was emptied overnight, and the FBI has intervened in the investigation."

I know it was Mark who did it.

But I never expected him to be so stupid and so high-profile.

Did he think that by destroying the surveillance cameras, he would be completely safe?

I called the FBI anonymously.

That afternoon, I was debugging equipment in the bunker when I suddenly received a call from an unknown number.

"Noah! Are you playing tricks on me?!" Mark's scream almost pierced my eardrums.

"What's going on?" I asked casually, checking the protective gear.

"Little brother, I don't understand what you're saying."

"Stop pretending! You selfish bastard! You just can't stand to see me doing well, can you?!"

"Oh? So it seems you really did steal the stuff from the lab."

"You!" Mark choked, he hadn't expected me to be bluffing him.

He lowered his voice and asked fiercely, "You've been reborn now, haven't you?"

"Yeah." I stopped pretending.

"Why are you allowed to be reborn but I'm not? When you gave me to that madman Victor in your past life, you didn't expect me to come back, did you?"

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

"Noah, what exactly do you want?"

"I don't want anything," I said calmly.

"Stealing is wrong. If you dare to steal, I will report you. Oh, and you also have to give me another million as hush money."

"Why should they? The FBI has no evidence!"

"The FBI has no evidence. But I've recorded our conversation. Even if you're not afraid of the FBI, if I tell those mercenaries that you have the genetic serum, or if I tell Victor when the apocalypse comes... do you think you'll have a good time in the apocalypse?"

Mark was so angry that it took him a long time to calm down.

He said through gritted teeth, "Noah, let's meet."

Of course, I rejected it outright.

Are you kidding me? The apocalypse hasn't even started yet, and you want me to go out and get myself killed?

"Transfer the money to my card today, or I won't be able to control my mouth tomorrow."

"Noah, you just wait! If you dare to cause trouble again, when the apocalypse comes, I'll make sure you die a more miserable death than you ever did in your previous life!"

I found it amusing.

Mark, you've got it backwards. In this lifetime, I'll make you wish you were dead.

In the afternoon, one million was transferred to my card on time.

I knew this was his last savings, and I was going to squeeze every last penny out of him.

After receiving the money, I immediately purchased a large batch of weapons and equipment.

Assault rifles, grenades, rocket launchers, and tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition.

Now, I have finally spent all my money.

I stood in front of the observation window of the bunker, looking at the bustling city outside.

The biohazard apocalypse is coming.

If Mark really did get reborn, how could he possibly inject a virus sample directly into his body and then tell me to use antibodies?