A silence enveloped the room, the air suddenly feeling like suffocating gel.
General Zheng picked up his tea mug and slowly asked, “Then why does your country want the antibody carrier?”
A strange gleam suddenly emerged in Romuel’s azure eyes: “Why?”
He seemed to be reminiscing about a delicacy with his tongue tip, and when he spoke again, it was with a lingering expression:
“Twenty years ago, Noah Chong was six years old and came to me as a legal brother. Ten years later, after his mother committed suicide by hanging and family relations were terminated, he became my future spouse, gaining free movement rights in the White Eagle Base with his Omega status.”
“Now you ask me why I still want the antibody carrier… Do you really want me to tell you in detail? Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?”
Zhou Rong suddenly stood up and approached, too quickly for others to stop him. He grabbed Romuel’s collar and punched him hard in the face!
Romuel spat out a bloody saliva and fiercely counterattacked. They instantly grappled, crashing into and destroying the solid wooden armchair.
The loud noise echoed in the spacious conference room. General Zheng and others changed expressions, standing up to stop them. Guards rushed to forcibly separate the two.
Zhou Rong violently broke free from the guards’ restraint, like a tiger released from its cage, and knocked Romuel down with a heavy punch!
Separate them! Isolate them!” an old general decisively ordered: “That’s all for today, meeting adjourned!
“The Pandora virus is invincible, and the second-level antibody is the ultimate that humans can do,” Romuel staggered to his feet, wiping blood from his cheek and mouth, hoarsely saying: “The final result of the disaster will inevitably be human evolution, only the most excellent genes will be passed down… The White Eagle Force has regained control of the Florida laboratory, and you will soon hear news from Country A.”
Zhou Rong’s gaze was filled with hostility, his facial muscles tense.
Romuel let out a cold laugh and left with a sweep of his sleeve.
“Colonel Zhou!”
Zhou Rong was walking down the stairs when he heard a call from behind. Turning back, he saw Jin Hua carrying a report, striding towards him.
“I heard that the antibody carrier had a conflict with Romuel’s people and was knocked unconscious and sent to the research institute…”
Zhou Rong responded distantly and politely: “He has a name, Major. He’s not surnamed ‘Antibody’ with a first name ‘Carrier’.”
“Sorry,” Jin Hua immediately said, “Dr. Ning told me his name is Si Nan.”
Zhou Rong nodded silently.
Jin Hua adjusted her tone: “So how is he doing?”
Zhou Rong said: “Fine.”
“Is that so? I thought so. Although Dr. Ning’s immediate report suggested there might be a life-threatening situation.”
But I figured if that were truly the case, you wouldn’t be at the military committee meeting. So when I saw you appear, I knew things were probably okay.”
Zhou Rong’s cold, tight face finally softened slightly, letting out a grunt.
“Are you going to the research institute?” Jin Hua proactively invited: “I’m going to find Dr. Ning. Let’s go together.”
Zhou Rong studied her for a moment, then finally made a gentlemanly “please” gesture.
Chuncao hadn’t even had a chance to argue with her father when suddenly Yan Hao called from the hospital room: “Brother Rong!”
For some reason, he sounded quite uneasy, saying: “Brother Rong, Sinan… you’d better come and take a look.”
Zhouzhong was puzzled and walked forward, seeing Sinan leaning back in the recliner, head tilted sideways, asleep.
The sunset’s afterglow passed through the window, spilling on his peaceful sleeping face. The scene looked normal at first glance, but Zhouzhong’s expression slightly changed – seeing Yan Hao’s index finger hovering near Sinan’s nostril, trembling uncontrollably after a few seconds:
“Call Dr. Ning… call a doctor, Sinan he… he’s passed out!”
★ Chapter 71
“Immediately provide oxygen, prepare ICU, call Colonel Jin to oversee.
“Blood pressure is too low, prepare IV fluid expansion!”
Zhouzhong rushed forward uncontrollably, seeing the iron bed whoosh past, several experts personally pushing Sinan towards the emergency room.
He forcibly stopped himself, face ashen: “What just happened? How did he suddenly pass out? He was fine this afternoon!”
Ning Yu said: “It might be a sequela from the back of the head impact, his intracranial hemorrhage…”
“When I left this afternoon, he was absolutely fine!” Zhouzhong shouted: “Did you draw his blood again!”
“Brain structure is very complex, especially for someone like Sinan who has lost memory. Calm down, Colonel Zhou, or I’ll have to give you a sedative.”
Zhouzhong pressed his tightly furrowed brow, eventually retreating to the corridor and sitting against the wall, his mouth corner casting a deep shadow on his profile.
Noah Chong’s dark eyebrows were tightly knitted, seemingly in pain, with his eyeballs swaying left and right under his eyelids—a sign of intense brain cortex reaction. The person in charge came to pull Ning Yu but was unexpectedly thrown off: “Shut up! Be quiet!”
The person in charge was stunned.
“Can’t… go down,” Chong said intermittently, “Quick, go down and get…”
In a flash, Ning Yu had an unbelievable thought, blurting out before he could even react: “Go down and get what? Is it the antibody?”
“…”
“Is it something you brought? What did you bring from Country A? Chong! Hey!” Ning Yu rolled up his sleeves and slapped Chong’s face, shouting: “Speak clearly, Chong! No, Noah! Noah Chong!”
With a few crisp sounds, Chong, even in his unconscious state, raised his trembling, spasmodic hand and grabbed Ning Yu:
“Too high,” he gasped, “Go down, help me go down…”
“What antibody? Is it an antibody sample? Has the Florida laboratory already cultivated the ultimate antibody sample? Hey! Noah! Tell me!”
Ning Yu’s roar gradually faded, engulfed by the noisy surrounding voices like a tide.
—Ultimate antibody.
Chong’s soul slowly descended in the high altitude, with damp wind spreading everywhere. The wind carried countless dissatisfied questions:
“Why aren’t you infected?” “Why do you have antibodies?” “Why are you spared?” …
Chong clenched his teeth, covering his ears with his hand. He struggled to lift his head; the massive passenger plane disintegrated in the high sky, black and red flames intertwining, with wing trails spiraling towards the valley.
A very familiar and violent voice rang in his ear: “Where is the ultimate antibody?
Chong gritted his teeth and struggled, but an invisible force seemed to pry open his hand, roaring: “Where’s the shock-resistant and freezing box you carried after the crash? Tell me, or I’ll use the electric shock device!”
Chong paused, his feet suddenly touching the ground. Bewildered in the dream, he looked up to see an elderly yet sharp-eyed general turning in the armchair behind the desk:
“The exercise has ended. It’s unexpected that you’ve come to find me… What can I do for you, Instructor Noah Chong?”
This was a spacious office with afternoon military camp sunlight quietly dancing in the air.
Chong closed his eyes, then opened them blankly, speechless under the other’s sharp gaze.
Then he heard his own voice, slightly rusty from long disuse of Chinese: “The Pandora virus is out of control.”
With just one sentence, the old general’s expression dramatically changed: “What did you say?!”
“Two weeks ago, all experimental subjects at the White Eagle base turned into zombies. The laboratory has concealed this information. In response, the Romuel family has initially cultivated an antibody sample theoretically capable of spreading to all humans, but refuses to create an antidote vaccine.”
The young White Eagle instructor looked down at the stunned general:
