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As Luo Shanhe's words slowly faded, the air seemed to freeze, a subtle tension lingering in the silence. Kaiming, usually absorbed in scientific research and slow to react to external changes, now keenly sensed the nuances in the conversation. His gaze flickered between Luo Shanhe and A Yan, pondering the identities of these two individuals who claimed to be from the Temporary Government's secret medical research team, yet whose identities remained questionable.
Just as Kaiming was about to inquire further, a hurried sound of footsteps shattered the tranquility of the room. The door swung open forcefully, revealing a tall, stern-faced man—Zhang Wei. He was the one who had designed the trap that nearly led to Leng Fengyang's demise, making him an enemy of irreconcilable hatred for Leng Fengyang.
His entrance was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples of disturbance throughout the atmosphere. Zhang Wei's piercing gaze locked onto Kaiming, a cold smirk curling at his lips. "Dr. Kui, fancy meeting you here. It seems our goals align."
It was clear that they were already acquainted, and their relationship was anything but superficial. Kaiming had heard Leng Fengyang mention Zhang Wei before; he was known as a Grave Hunter.
Luo Shanhe and A Yan exchanged quick glances, their hearts racing with caution. They hadn't anticipated Zhang Wei's sudden appearance at such a critical moment, which undoubtedly added unpredictable variables to their rescue plan.
"Chairman Zhang, what brings you here?" Kaiming asked, frowning at Zhang Wei's unexpected presence with displeasure. However, given the authority of the Temporary Government and Zhang Wei's prominent position beside its leadership, he refrained from escalating the situation.
"What am I here for? Dr. Kui, you should know very well that if it weren't for the destruction of the laboratory, I wouldn't have to come here myself. The leadership has instructed me to ensure that the Corpse Poison Vaccine Formula is brought back to base—only there is it safe," Zhang Wei said as he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with greed and madness. "The lab may be destroyed, but I hear you have an ace up your sleeve that directly relates to whether the Zombie Toxin Vaccine can be successfully developed."
"That's just one person's word; I haven't had time to verify it yet. I'm preparing to rebuild the lab when you come asking for people," Kaiming replied but suddenly felt a wave of doubt wash over him. If the Temporary Government had sent Zhang Wei to retrieve personnel, then the two individuals claiming to be from the medical research team appeared increasingly suspicious.
The Temporary Government would never dispatch two separate teams simultaneously; one of them must be impersonating someone else. Kaiming subtly signaled with his eyes, and two soldiers behind him silently chambered their weapons while maintaining a high level of restraint and calmness, ready yet not eager to act.
At this moment, Kaiming showed no signs of panic; instead, he spoke slowly and deliberately. "Chairman Zhang, along with our esteemed medical experts here, since you all claim to be dispatched by higher authorities for this handover mission, I would like to ask how I should choose under these conflicting orders and which superior's instructions I should follow?"
"Dr. Kui," Zhang Wei replied sharply, "you should listen to me; they are likely impostors."
Zhang Wei's anger flared as he realized someone had gotten ahead of him in trying to take Leng Fengyang away. Kaiming appeared fervently dedicated to research but was remarkably clear-headed at this moment: "Chairman Zhang, it's not that I distrust you; it's just that they possess official documents from the Temporary Government. If you could present equivalent credentials for takeover, I would naturally comply unconditionally. You must understand that all I seek is a clear waiver of responsibility or assurance of safety."
This statement revealed Kaiming's astute considerations amid a complex situation; he knew that in such sensitive times, a piece of paper could serve as his shield against unnecessary troubles and risks.
"Kaiming, are you out of your mind? I am the president of the Lightwalker Committee. With this identity, do I still need official documents?"
Zhang Wei's aggressive tone made Kaiming's expression turn rigid, but at that moment, A Yan spotted a flaw and quickly interjected, "Dr. Kui, people's hearts can change, but this official seal is permanent. Moreover, the issuer's signature is personally written by the head of the Temporary Government. Do I really need to remind you who is real and who is fake?"
"Indeed, Dr. Kui," A Yan continued, "in this apocalyptic world where trust is scarce, black on white is the most reliable."
Luo Shanhe chimed in after A Yan's words, adding a sharp remark that created an invisible tension in the air as if they were painting it with a layer of tautness.
A Yan and Luo Shanhe worked in perfect harmony, their banter infuriating Zhang Wei to the point of rage. His voice trembled with anger as he shouted, "Who are you two? Can you take off your masks? Let me see your true faces!"
Zhang Wei's roar echoed through the empty room, carrying an undeniable pressure. Yet his fury only seemed to bring a barely noticeable smirk to A Yan and Luo Shanhe's lips.
Kaiming realized that continuing this stalemate was not a solution and suggested, "How about this? Since I find it hard to discern your true identities, I'll keep you safe for now. My subordinates are not to be trifled with."
Though Zhang Wei was reluctant, he nodded in resignation. A Yan and Luo Shanhe exchanged knowing glances and temporarily agreed, masking their true intentions. This was merely a stopgap measure; they were secretly plotting to explore other rescue options as soon as possible.
To avoid exposing their identities, A Yan and Luo Shanhe fabricated an excuse and temporarily withdrew from the Abandoned Hospital to devise their next plan.
Meanwhile, deep within a dark corner of the Abandoned Hospital, Leng Fengyang slowly regained consciousness as the effects of the drugs began to fade. He struggled to rise from the cold, damp ground.
Surrounded by thick darkness, he relied on his faint senses to navigate forward, igniting a flicker of indomitable hope within him.
Though his steps were unsteady, each one was resolute and strong. He knew that only by saving himself could he see the light of day again.
His fingertips accidentally brushed against the cold wall; its rough texture became his only guide as he moved along it slowly, straining to catch any faint sounds.
[Detection: There is a life form at the entrance carrying a submachine gun and a rifle.]
The system prompt echoed in Leng Fengyang's ears, making him realize that there were armed guards present. Charging in recklessly could very well lead to confrontation with those two soldiers.
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