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How did Wu Yi come to 2038? It was not beneficial to inform Xiao Wu Yi about the situation. After all, this was a confidential mission. However, Xiao Qiang was very curious about how he ended up in this era and how he got involved with Gui Ye.
Although there was the Reincarnation Card, based on Wu Yi's abilities, he shouldn't have been able to arrive here and find himself so accurately. While he was lost in thought, a statement from Wu Yi left him confused.
"I should be thanking you instead. Why say it like that?" Xiao Qiang asked, puzzled, gazing at him. He couldn't tell if Wu Yi was making a cold joke. But he noticed a hint of guilt on Wu Yi's face. What was wrong with him? He couldn't figure it out.
"I hurt Lin Yu."
"What? You..." Xiao Qiang's mind exploded with shock. He stood up abruptly, leaning forward to grab Wu Yi, who had his head bowed in deep self-reproach, shaking with anger as he shouted, "How did you hurt her? What's her condition now?"
Regardless of how Wu Yi guessed, he never expected Xiao Qiang to react so strongly upon hearing about Lin Yu, as if he were about to devour him whole.
He couldn't meet Xiao Qiang's gaze and deliberately turned his head away, stammering, "I thought I wouldn't hurt her, but she... seemed to intentionally expose a flaw, so..."
Xiao Qiang's heart twisted painfully as he suddenly recalled a nightmare he had not long ago—Lin Yu's abdomen soaked in blood. It turned out to be a premonition of Wu Yi harming her. Enraged, he shouted, "So what happened next? Hurry up and tell me..." With a punch that landed squarely on Wu Yi's neck, it made a cracking sound as his face twisted painfully before slowly turning back. "She was rescued by Matt."
"Matt! You bastard! Yu, please don't let anything happen to you. I've found a beautiful place for us to stay together—Paradise on Earth." Xiao Qiang gradually loosened his grip on Wu Yi's neck, muttering to himself nervously as he stepped back.
"Wu Yi, I was wrong; please don't be angry." Wu Yi was frightened by his unusual demeanor and knelt down, begging for Xiao Qiang's forgiveness.
Xiao Qiang took a few steps back and slowly raised his head... just as he was about to say something...
"Ugh..." Someone was vomiting. He turned around to see the two individuals rescued from the laboratory; they seemed to have woken up. Their faces were pale and they looked unwell, retching repeatedly.
In the face of such significant matters, personal grievances were temporarily set aside. This was Xiao Qiang's principle as he focused on the two individuals—Mr. A, the black staff member—trembling and gasping for breath with beads of sweat covering his forehead.
Mr. Yi, the Chinese staff member, wasn't in any better shape; he shivered uncontrollably as if suffering from malaria.
Wu Yi was also drawn to the deteriorating condition of the two and looked at their vomit. Then nervously staring at them both, he said to Xiao Qiang, "They look like they've eaten something bad; just look at what they're throwing up."
Xiao Qiang examined their vomit; it was a green liquid resembling bile but emitted an unpleasant odor. It must have been caused by some gas invading their lungs and fermenting into this state.
Given the current situation, there seemed to be no effective medication to treat the two of them. They would have to wait for Gui Ye to return. Speaking of Gui Ye, where was he?
Watching their breathing grow increasingly labored, their faces resembling that of corpses, Xiao Qiang felt a sense of urgency. They were sometimes confused, sometimes lucid, mumbling incoherently... He needed to gather information about the sealed jar while they still had some clarity.
"Can you tell me your name?" Xiao Qiang asked, trying to soften his tone as he looked earnestly at Mr. Yi.
"I am here on an internship sent by Mr. Cabin... You can call me Dick Qiang," Dick Qiang replied, glancing at the black man with a wry smile. "His name is Natuosi, and his Chinese name is Martin."
"Hello, Mr. Dick Qiang. I want to know what is inside the sealed jar. Knowing the elements within it might help us understand your condition better."
"I can't say..." Dick Qiang refused, deliberately closing his eyes and ignoring both him and Wu Yi.
Wu Yi, however, lacked the patience to wait. He grabbed Martin by the collar and shouted, "You piece of shit, tell us what's inside that sealed jar!"
Spitting defiantly, Martin also refused to answer Wu Yi's question.
"You stubborn fools, your time is running out," Wu Yi cursed as he extended his sharp nails, ready to threaten them both.
Xiao Qiang glanced at Wu Yi's long nails and then at the increasingly ghastly expressions on the two men’s faces. Suddenly, he grabbed Wu Yi and stepped back. "Watch your nails."
"No, it's not that... they..." Wu Yi said in confusion, thinking Xiao Qiang was worried he might accidentally hurt them.
Xiao Qiang shook his head and lowered his voice. "Have you forgotten about the guy who ambushed me in the lab?"
"You mean... infection?"
"Yes, I suspect it’s a bloodborne infection." As they spoke, Dick Qiang and Martin's conditions worsened; they began to tremble violently, retinal hemorrhaging occurred, and their mouths twisted grotesquely.
"What do we do?" Wu Yi panicked, feeling lost.
Xiao Qiang had not yet given up on finding answers from Dick Qiang and Martin.
"If you don't tell me soon, the consequences will be unimaginable. Just look at you..." As he spoke, he grabbed Dick Qiang's wrist tightly, his brow furrowed. Suddenly, he looked up at the other person and said in a heavy tone, "How do you feel?"
Wu Yi noticed Xiao Qiang's change in expression and knew something was wrong. He leaned closer and whispered, "What's wrong with him?"
"He feels like a dead man; there's no pulse."
"But they're not dead yet, how could there be no pulse?" Wu Yi didn't believe Xiao Qiang's words. He placed his fingers on Dick Qiang's carotid artery, but it felt like a still pond—there was not a hint of movement. Damn! He nervously withdrew his hand, staring in shock at the two of them.
Dick Qiang seemed to sense something was off. His severely bleeding retina prevented him from seeing what was in front of him. Suddenly, he groped for Xiao Qiang's hand as if grasping a lifeline and pleaded, "I'll tell you the truth; you must promise to save me."
Xiao Qiang dared not agree. It was clear that both of them were already dead; they were just hanging on by a thread and might breathe their last any moment now. This was his only thought. As for why these two dead men could still speak, he had no answers.
After pondering for a moment, he could only respond perfunctorily, "Just tell me quickly."
"The sealed can contains C-6 polystyrene—Nerve Gas. If living people inhale it, they will suffer from headaches, skin ulcers, dermatitis; excessive exposure can lead to cancer cell proliferation and other issues. These are the aftereffects of minor exposure, but with larger amounts... well, that's another story." Dick Qiang seemed to realize the gravity of their current situation.
Martin had already fallen into a state of unconsciousness and showed no signs of resistance to Dick Qiang's fragmented explanation. He was suffering from a persistent high fever...
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