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Wu Jian was someone the Director had never even heard of before, let alone seen.
"We have nothing to say about that," Zhou Pengfei replied coldly. "The reason we demonstrated this to you earlier was to show you what could happen if you refuse to cooperate with us. If it can penetrate concrete, imagine what it would do to a human body."
A faint smirk appeared on Zhou Pengfei's lips as he waved the Light Gun towards the Director. The Director broke into a cold sweat, realizing just how dangerous those armed with Wu Jian truly were. If he refused to cooperate, it seemed likely they would shoot him and the other researchers without hesitation.
It looked like he had no choice but to agree. The Director steeled himself, ready to speak with Zhou Pengfei, but unexpectedly, Zhou Pengfei spoke first.
"If you agree to cooperate with us, we will definitely not treat you unfairly. We can provide food, Protective Gear, and medication for gas poisoning symptoms."
The Director's head shot up, disbelief etched on his face. "Really... is that true?"
Zhou Pengfei nodded affirmatively. "Absolutely. We keep our promises."
The Director contemplated his options. Refusing to cooperate would likely lead to his death by their Light Guns. Accepting their offer meant he could obtain food, medicine, and protective equipment.
There was no room for hesitation now. "Alright. I agree to cooperate with you," he said firmly, looking directly at Zhou Pengfei.
Zhou Pengfei nodded in satisfaction and pulled a rectangular box from his pocket. After opening it, he revealed several syringes filled with medication.
"This is the treatment for gas poisoning symptoms. Do you have anyone here who is severely affected? I can administer it right now so you can see the results."
After a moment of thought, the Director replied, "There's someone on the second floor who is severely poisoned and is already experiencing difficulty breathing. He might not last another day or two."
Zhou Pengfei nodded in understanding. "Good. Let's go give him the injection; take me upstairs."
The Director led Zhou Pengfei to a room on the second floor. Upon entering, Zhou Pengfei saw a middle-aged man lying on the bed, his figure overweight and his condition clearly dire.
The man lay there, his face pale and breathing heavily. Sweat poured from him, soaking through his clothes.
The Director approached the bedside and tentatively called out, "Professor Lin? Professor Lin?"
The man on the bed did not respond; it seemed that merely maintaining his breath was a struggle, leaving him with no energy to reply to the Director's calls.
The Director shook his head in resignation and turned to Zhou Pengfei, saying, "He has been showing these symptoms for two days now. Yesterday, he could still eat a little, but this morning he couldn't even manage that."
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