Si Nan gently tossed the notebook back on the desk, stepping down from the high stool and said, “There will always be a way.”
“No way,” Ning Yu said coldly. “I’m not a god. Human intelligence is limited. I think everyone should just eat, drink, and wait to die on this island.”
Si Nan’s hand paused on the doorknob.
“Don’t say that, Dr. Ning,” he said calmly. “Otherwise, I’ll have to send you down with a bullet to make up for those ninety-five experimental subjects. Do you think you’ll still get to eat and drink?”
Ning Yu: “………………”
Si Nan walked out leisurely, and Ning Yu suddenly twitched, seeming to remember something and chasing after him for two steps: “Hey!”
Si Nan waved his hand without looking back, indicating no need to see him off.
“The military just sent a message that the rescue team rescued three A-country people from Changsha and brought them back to the base!”
As soon as the words fell, Si Nan’s footsteps momentarily stopped.
“Zheng Xie is going to meet them today,” Ning Yu said softly. “These people might be old acquaintances of yours, so I’m just giving you a heads up.”
He closed the laboratory door with a click.
Si Nan stood still for a moment, with increasing sounds of people nearby, and special operations personnel were almost ready to release guard dogs.
Ning Yu’s subtle hint was like countless fine needles, causing Si Nan’s brow to furrow, deepening the fine line between his eyebrows. Suddenly, he grabbed the railing and leaped down, landing as gracefully as a leopard, quickly descending three floors; the armed police at the gate holding submachine guns were changing shifts, and in a brief half-second, Si Nan had left the military research institute along his original path.
★ Chapter 68
General’s Office. Zheng Xie put down the photo, his aging yet still rigid face expressionless: “Never seen him.”
With his movement, the photo was laid flat on the desk – a medium-height, lean-bodied Asian young man wearing a gray-white urban camouflage uniform and aviator sunglasses, standing with his hands behind his back, quietly staring at the ceiling.
Only half of his face was visible behind the glasses, yet beautifully shaped; the corners of his mouth naturally drooping, as if they had never curved upward in this lifetime.
