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Facing the fully armed soldiers, Leng Fengyang quickly cast a calm warning glance at Luo Shanhe, signaling him to remain composed.
He then maintained a warm demeanor and proactively handed over his identification and driving license to ease the tense atmosphere. Shortly after, two personnel clad in tight protective suits approached, professionally conducting temperature checks and necessary health screenings for the three of them. Once everything was confirmed normal, a slightly crooked-hatted Squad Leader stepped forward and rudely snatched Leng Fengyang's documents.
Upon examining them, the Squad Leader noticed that the seal on the documents bore the old emblem of Global Catastrophe: There Is Only One Safe Zone. His expression darkened immediately. Without any detailed inquiries or verifications, he hastily instructed his subordinates, "These documents are not legitimate permits issued by the Temporary Government. Take them all away!"
"No, sir," Leng Fengyang had not anticipated that this Squad Leader would be so arbitrary, disregarding the truth and insisting that they get out of the vehicle. In this complicated situation, he intended to argue his case and explain in detail, but faced with the reality that they lacked formal permits from the Temporary Government, any words of defense seemed powerless and ultimately could not change the established situation.
In the back seat of the vehicle, Luo Shanhe was tense and ready for action, his teeth clenched as he prepared for an intense confrontation with these people at any moment. However, after Leng Fengyang exited the vehicle, he quietly approached Luo Shanhe and gently shook his head. His eyes conveyed unwavering calmness and strategy, indicating that he must remain composed.
This was not a sign of fear or retreat from Leng Fengyang; it was based on a careful assessment of the current complex situation. With just the three of them against at least a squad of enemies, it would be akin to striking a stone with an egg—certainly a path to their demise. More importantly, they needed to first engage with these individuals to probe their true intentions. Such actions were not signs of weakness but rather wise moves that might uncover more secrets.
"Brother, they have guns!" Suddenly, one soldier checking the rear trunk shouted out loud. But the Squad Leader dismissed him with a slap across the face and scolded, "What are you blabbering about? In this apocalypse, who doesn’t have a few self-defense weapons? You’re shouting so loudly; aren’t you afraid someone will come over and rob us?"
The Squad Leader adjusted his crooked hat brim and scanned everyone with sharp eyes before turning to that soldier with a tone laced with secretive instructions: "Quietly transfer these weapons and ammunition into our own reserves. As for these three people, according to plan, secretly send them to the laboratory for reporting to our superiors—no mistakes allowed."
After finishing his words, the Squad Leader smirked wickedly.
Leng Fengyang, A Yan, and Luo Shanhe were pushed along by several soldiers as they were violently hooded and silently taken away from the group.
After about half an hour of travel, their vehicle slowed down as if entering an underground facility. The surroundings were pitch black, only occasionally interrupted by footsteps and faint distant cries that made this unknown journey even more eerie.
Leng Fengyang clenched his fists tightly, striving to maintain his composure. As the team leader and a Grave Hunter, he knew that panicking now would only hasten their misfortune.
A Yan was pressed closely against Leng Fengyang, feeling somewhat scared inside while Luo Shanhe wore a serious expression as he tried to find an opportunity to escape.
As they delved deeper into the facility, they were brought into a hidden underground base. The moment their hoods were removed, lights illuminated their faces but revealed an atmosphere of deathly silence. The air was thick with a pungent chemical odor that made them frown involuntarily.
They were led into a vast laboratory filled with various experimental equipment and cold metal tables.
On the wall hung a Human Anatomy Chart and a complex Virus Structure Diagram, sending chills down their spines. A figure in a lab coat approached them, his eyes gleaming with a fanatical light behind his glasses.
"Welcome to our new world," he said coldly, attempting to enslave the newcomers with lies. "Here, you will become samples for our research on this disaster. Don't worry, we will take good care of you."
Leng Fengyang and the others were strapped onto metal tables, cold instruments gradually moving closer, and they felt an unprecedented sense of despair. But just then, Leng Fengyang suddenly had an idea. He struggled fiercely, trying to attract the attention of the Robe Experiment. "Wait! I know you're researching Corpse Poison and want to develop a Zombie Toxin Vaccine. Perhaps we can help you find a better solution!"
The Robe Experiment paused his actions, seemingly moved by Leng Fengyang's words. After pondering for a moment, he decided to give Leng Fengyang a chance but warned them, "Do you have a solution for the Zombie Toxin Vaccine? Speak quickly! Don’t try anything funny."
"Since you’ve already captured us as experimental specimens, I have no reason to lie to you. Let me put it this way: I am also researching Corpse Poison and will soon be able to develop the Zombie Toxin Vaccine."
"Then I advise you to hand it over quickly. We've been working on it for three months without any leads. Don’t play tricks on me; otherwise, one jab from this needle and you'll become a corpse yourself."
The syringe in the Robe Experiment's hand waved in front of Leng Fengyang—a blatant threat. Despite knowing that these people were likely conducting research on Corpse Poison not to save the world but to control Vaccine resources for their own gain amidst human suffering, Leng Fengyang remained calm.
"A-Feng, we can't give them the Corpse Poison Vaccine Formula."
"I know what I'm doing; don't worry."
A Yan's eyes revealed her deep insight into the greed and ambition of that group. She clenched her fists, fearing that Leng Fengyang might momentarily soften and leak the crucial Vaccine formula to these inhumane individuals.
However, Leng Fengyang had his own plans. He would not reveal the true composition of the Zombie Toxin Vaccine. He smiled faintly; his earlier words were merely bait thrown out to stabilize these wolves and buy himself some time to avoid their immediate attack.
He understood that this battle of wits and courage had only just begun.
"I can provide the Corpse Poison Vaccine Formula, but only if you release my friends A Yan and Luo Shanhe first."
Leng Fengyang quickly calculated in his mind, deciding to ensure A Yan and Luo Shanhe's safe withdrawal as leverage while meticulously planning an internal and external assault aimed at uprooting this evil laboratory.
"You think you still have enough leverage to bargain with me at this moment?"
Faced with Leng Fengyang's proposal, the experiment felt an inner turmoil of reluctance; however, the enticing value of the Zombie Toxin Vaccine was like a dazzling gold mine that could not be underestimated. He knew that if Leng Fengyang truly held a ready-made Vaccine formula, it would be a shortcut to wealth.
"Then don’t think you can easily obtain the Corpse Poison formula from us."
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