My own war game

Chapter 125 One year later

Midnight, San Diego, California.

A special party was going on in a large villa in the suburbs. About fifty or sixty young people in their twenties were twisting their bodies to the exciting music.

Under the dim light, the bodies of men and women were entangled together, and the smell of leaves, hormones, and unknown drugs filled the air.

The door opened and a Russian girl rushed out quickly, covering her mouth and running towards the street.

The girl leaned against a street lamp and kept waving to the cars on both sides of the road, but all the passing vehicles drove past without exception.

Her mental state began to deteriorate, her breathing quickened, and her face flushed strangely. She tried to force herself to vomit, but nothing came out.

Jaina felt extremely regretful. She shouldn't have come.

She came here to study when she was one month old. Her family once suggested sending someone to accompany her, but it was rejected.

But she was a person of action, and it was just a matter of going to college, so she didn't think she couldn't cope with it.

At the beginning everything went smoothly. She had a good talent for spoken English and had no problems enrolling in school, moving into an apartment, and attending classes.

Although she was not used to seeing her roommate with piercings, she comforted herself by saying it was just a cultural difference.

Until the day before, my roommate invited me to a party for freshmen and promised to be back before curfew.

The result? Not only were all the people attending the party strangers, many of them were smoking tobacco of unknown origin without restraint, and every man looked at her with an aggressive gaze, as if observing prey.

After drinking a glass of water handed to her by someone else, she became excited and dazed, and then she realized that she had been cheated.

To protect herself, she rushed out of the house while she was still able to move.

Cars drove past on the road one after another, and no one paid any attention to her. At this time, someone in the villa opened the door and shouted something at her.

A shabby hook trailer stopped in front of her, and behind the trailer was a tattered Nissan that was of unknown age. Two people, one tall and one short, wearing greasy clothes stood in front of her.

"Please, take me to the hospital, I can pay you..." The girl said this weakly and lost consciousness.

"Boss, what should we do?" The tall, sturdy man with a nose ring looked at the people around him.

"Of course bring her up. Didn't you hear her say that she paid for it?" West, the used car dealer, said, and then asked his younger brother to carry the girl into the car.

"Then where are we going?" After getting in the car, the sturdy man sat in the driver's seat and confirmed with his boss again.

"Idiot! Of course we should go to the boss. How can we explain it clearly if she is sent to the hospital in this condition?" West cursed and urged his men to drive quickly.

No. 156 Wutong Street, Oriental walked into the basement. "I have an appointment in half an hour. If you have something to say, you'd better tell me quickly."

"Boss, it's not us, it's this woman." West helped up the Russian girl next to him.

Before he could finish, He Chi walked over and wiped the corner of the girl's mouth with a rubber glove. After gently rubbing it with his fingers and smelling it, the Oriental man's eyes suddenly became sharp. "Spanish Fly? West, I remember I warned you not to touch that kind of stuff again!"

"No, no, no! It wasn't me. We picked her up from the roadside!" West explained hurriedly, some bad memories starting to turn in his mind.

"Really?" He Chi walked over and looked into the girl's pupils, then put his fingers on her neck to check her heart rate.

"Lisa, draw her blood for tests and prepare for gastric lavage. Turn on the dialysis machine. Lola, change her clothes and check her belongings to see if there are any contraindications or allergy cards." The villa became busy, and the black cat Napoleon kept walking back and forth in the corridor.

...............

Consciousness slowly began to return and the scene before my eyes began to become clear.

There was a single light on the plain white ceiling; it was the only thing Jaina could see.

"Where am I? How did I…"

Consciousness began to flow back, and previous memory fragments began to repeat in my mind.

Jaina sat up suddenly, and then found that her head hurt as if it was split by an axe. She looked around and found herself in a completely unfurnished room.

This is not a hospital! They took me somewhere else! This was her first reaction.

I lowered my head to check my body and found that I had been put into a thin jumpsuit. There was nothing inside. I tried to sit up, but found that I felt uncomfortable as if I was being pricked by needles.

Some speculation arose in her mind, and Jaina felt as if her heart was squeezed.

She was not a girl who was sad about the passing of time. The most important thing at this time was to protect her life. Jaina looked around and saw a sharp pen on the table. She picked up the pen and held it in her palm.

There were footsteps in the hallway, and Jaina hid her body behind the door.

She planned to run out as soon as the other party opened the door, and scream desperately if she was on the street. Although she was weak, she didn't want to give up the chance to survive.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and someone was standing at the door and pushed it open with a creak.

Jaina rushed out with all her strength!

Bang! She bumped into the person who came and fell backwards to the side of the bed.

The other person came over and seemed to want to pull her, so she stabbed him hard with the pen in her hand in desperation.

when!
The person opposite grabbed her arm and squeezed it. Jaina's wrist went numb and the pen flew out and fell to the ground.

Jaina looked in horror and found that the person opposite her was a young Asian man, who was also looking at her with a slightly surprised look.

"What's going on?" A blonde girl in a nurse's uniform poked her head out of the door and looked into the room, where two people were confronting each other in an ambiguous manner...

"I'm so sorry, I misunderstood!"

More than ten minutes later, in the villa's living room, the girl kept bowing and apologizing, while Napoleon jumped around and looked at the new visitor from time to time.

"We also have a responsibility. We shouldn't have left you there like this. As for your clothes, don't worry, Lisa helped you change them." The Oriental man pointed to the blonde girl next to him.

"But I feel a little bit now..." Jaina rubbed her knees with some difficulty in speaking. She felt sticky underneath, and she didn't know why, but she didn't know how to ask.

"Someone put a drug with aphrodisiac and hallucinogenic side effects in your drink. You cannot undergo dialysis without your consent. Simple gastric lavage may have some residual effect, but it will be gone after about 12 hours." The Oriental man in a doctor's coat explained tactfully.

Hearing the other person's words, the girl felt a little shy again. She raised her head and looked at the other person's face carefully, and suddenly asked in Chinese, "Are you Chinese?"

(End of this chapter)