Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 592 Thank you so much! (Two chapters combined)

Zuo Bai's expression froze instantly, quickly transforming from initial horror and despair into utter astonishment.

His first reaction was: This is outrageous!
Don't scientists have any dignity? What do they take him for? A package waiting to be packed?!

Sure enough, the events that unfolded after encountering [destiny] were a million times more bizarre than I had imagined.

His second reaction was: Wait, what the heck... [Fate] has an employer?

Is [Destiny] taking orders and doing work?

Delivery service?

Oh my God!
The shock this speculation brought to Zuo Bai even temporarily overshadowed the fear of being surrounded.

He felt as if he had inadvertently glimpsed the greatest and most absurd secret in the universe!
His long-held, unshakeable worldview was almost shattered at this moment.

Zuo Bai: "???"

Then, the thoughts in Zuo Bai's mind began to spread wildly:
Could you tell me where [Destiny] accepts orders? What is their order acceptance process? Do they have customer service? Do they support online payment? What is their rating system like?
...Is it too late for me to place an order right now?
Thump! Thump! Thump-thump-thump!
The fourth knock on the door, judging from the frequency of the sound, suggests that the "politeness" outside the door is about to be completely exhausted.

The white of his left eye darted around rapidly, and the intracranial chip overclocked, instantly assessing all possibilities.

Revolt?

It's nothing more than letting the script of our last encounter be replayed!
run away?

Even if they've been found hiding in a safe house, where else can they escape to?
Initiate self-destruct?

Please, I am the original, not a clone.

Call for backup?

Whom do I call? Whom do I dare to call? And who would dare to answer?
Within 0.87 seconds, Zuo Bai went through 99 possible solutions in his mind, eliminated all the dead ends one by one, and found the only possible glimmer of hope.

Although the chances are slim, less than one percent, it seems to lie in the other party's words "the packaging is intact" and "pack it yourself".

"Screech—click!"

The heavy sound of the airtight valve being released rang out.

The heavy, rusty iron door of the container slowly opened outwards.

Zuo Bai walked out with his hands raised high, his posture as docile as the most harmless lab rat.

It's as if he's not an evil and crazy mad scientist, but just a law-abiding and harmless scientist.

The emcee grinned with satisfaction, and the Red Dragonfly group walked behind him.

Red Dragonfly and the bald captain didn't show much emotion, but Beast waved happily to Zuo Bai, his joy overflowing as if they were old friends reunited.

Zuo Bai glanced at the group, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the portable refrigerated storage box that the beast was carrying, and his eyes twitched slightly.

He took a deep breath and said quite consciously:
"No need for you to do it. Just pack it into whatever shape you need me to, I'll do it myself!"

Zuo Bai is not only a harmless scientist, but also very self-aware as a commodity.

Team 103 exchanged bewildered glances. Zuo Bai's excessive cooperation and high level of self-awareness made them feel a little embarrassed.

Before I knew it, it felt like fate had really turned into the villain!
Inside the taxi, Wu Shou stared dumbfounded at the peaceful and friendly scene before him: "..."

learnt!
I really learned something!
Wu Shou used his only usable left hand to unbuckle the seatbelt with difficulty, and with only one hand supporting his body, he gritted his teeth and slowly moved toward the driver's seat.

In this world, even goods can pack themselves up, so how can taxi drivers still let passengers drive them?

Even though he can only move one hand now, Wu Shou feels that he must be able to continue driving.

After all, being in a car accident is better than not having a car at all, right?
Driving is his livelihood, how could he let his passengers drive themselves?

Wu Shou gripped the steering wheel, grinned, and flashed the professional smile befitting a service worker:

"Please tell me where you are going next. This taxi will provide the most professional pick-up and drop-off service and guarantee to take you safely to your destination via the best route."

Zuo Bai was drawn to Wu Shou's voice, and after a deep look at him, two judgments flashed through his mind:

First, the driver is not someone controlled by fate; he is being held hostage.
Second, the driver carried [destiny] to find himself.

Zuo Bai's attention was focused on [Destiny] just now, but now that he's come to his senses, he's deeply imprinted that face in his mind.

If he survives this ordeal, he will definitely pay a proper visit to this kind-hearted driver later.

Zuo Bai's primary job has always been as a scientist, and he's not particularly interested in investigating the backgrounds of other evil organizations.

Therefore, he had heard of the profession of "corpse retriever" and knew that they were skilled at picking up corpses and were used to disguising themselves as taxi drivers.

However, our understanding is limited. We know they are good at finding corpses, but we are unaware that they are also good at finding living people.

That's quite normal, after all, it's an evil organization, they certainly won't reveal their methods.

Unless the Night's Watch has the backing of a vast official intelligence network, or a behemoth like Fate that controls everything in the industry, it's very difficult for them to know all the details about their colleagues.

This refers to [Fate], not Squad 103.

Squad 103 was able to find people by using corpse retrievers because they received a mission hint from [The Clown].

The emcee glanced sideways at Wu Shou, a strange smile on his face:

"You want to send us there?"

Wu Shou nodded hurriedly, his sincerity utmost.

The emcee sighed softly, a sigh that instantly made Wu Shou tense up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, fearing a rejection.

"Can you deliver now?" the emcee asked, turning to the red dragonfly.

Red Dragonfly's lips curled slightly, revealing a half-smile:

"No, the employer has strict requirements for delivery time; it cannot be earlier or later."

She glanced down at her watch and added in her reply.
"The specific time will be in two days."

The emcee's gaze returned to Wu Shou:
"It was agreed that I would let you leave after dropping you off here. I'm a person who usually follows the rules."

But since you're so enthusiastic, we can't let your kindness go to waste, so...

The emcee deliberately dragged out his words, a playful glint in his eyes, and chuckled:

"Fine, I'll agree to let you stay with us for two more days."

Wu Shou's mouth involuntarily formed an "O" shape, he seemed on the verge of tears, yet he smiled broadly and said:

"That's...that's wonderful, thank you so much, thank you so much!"

...........
The stagnant air, a mixture of disinfectant and expensive fragrance, unique to the VVIP ward area of ​​the Fourth Hospital, was stirred up by the constant coming and going.

The cold ticking of instruments no longer dominates the sound; instead, there are soft footsteps, deep commands, and the subtle clinking of metal instruments against special glass.

Medical staff are installing anti-vibration supports, electromagnetic gears, and other components around the fish tank (nutrient tank) in the ward. Inside the tank, Qian Huan's head floats limply on the surface of the water, while his neck and below are completely submerged in the liquid.

Compared to the initial horrific, bloody mess, he is now, at least visually, no longer so repulsive.

A layer of pinkish-white new skin was transplanted onto the body surface, so thin that the bluish-purple blood vessel network underneath could be seen.

Although the visual gore and horror have been reduced, it's even more grotesque because the characters are naked.

Fortunately, the medical staff were all knowledgeable and experienced, and no one would peek at Qian Huan's lower body.

To prevent muscle atrophy, the aquarium is submerged in electricity, providing 24-hour electrical stimulation to massage the muscles.

and so……

Although Qian Huan's brain was slow to wake up, his lower body was already awake.

This is a good thing, proving that his vital signs are gradually stabilizing.

The attending physician even suggested that Li Hanyu could find two women to help Qian Huan relieve himself, since even a comatose person has normal physiological needs.

It can also slightly stimulate Qian Huan's cerebral cortex, which helps him wake up.

The doctor's advice made a lot of sense, and Li Hanyu kept it in mind.

Of course, this kind of "auxiliary treatment" cannot be carried out in the hospital. We have to wait until my son returns home and then hire a few professional nurses to provide "rehabilitation services".

At this moment, several medical staff are carefully covering the fish tank with a cover.

Originally, there was no need for concealment in the VVIP ward, but considering the privacy during the transfer, they carefully covered the fish tank with a frosted glass cover.

Half an hour later, everything was ready, and the medical staff pushed the fish tank onto the medical cart.

Li Hanyu followed her the whole time. Behind her were two rows of bodyguards dressed differently, all exuding a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.

The accompanying medical team carried a full set of emergency medical equipment. They will be stationed at the Li family villa to provide 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring of Qian Huan and prevent any unexpected emergencies.

Li Hanyu stopped in front of the car door and turned her gaze to Hou Wendong, who had been following closely behind her.

Li Hanyu asked with a smile:

"Secretary Hou, have everything been arranged at the villa?"

Li Hanyu entrusted Hou Wendong with the entire transfer process and related renovations to the villa, which highlights her complete honesty and unconditional trust.

Trusting Hou Wendong is trusting Councilor Wang Xinfa.

As expected, Councilor Wang Xinfa not only did not stop Qian Huan from being discharged from the hospital, but also made a special trip to "show concern" during the process, playing the role of a loving father and good husband to the fullest.

Hou Wendong bowed slightly:
"Madam, please rest assured that the villa has been renovated in accordance with the hospital's requirements."

The innermost bedroom on the first floor has been cleared out and converted into a sterile medical room, equipped with a full set of medical life support equipment, including backup power and an oxygen supply system, all of which have been tested and configured.

Hou Wendong paused for a moment, then specifically pointed out who deserved the credit:
"The legislator was very concerned about this matter and specifically instructed that everything must be done perfectly."

Li Hanyu nodded slightly, a faint, slightly tired smile appearing on her face:
"Thank you for your hard work, Secretary Hou. Please convey my thanks to Xinfa."

"You're too kind, Madam. It's just my duty," Hou Wendong replied, bowing his head.

Two hours later, the convoy drove into an upscale villa area nestled among lush trees.

The villa area places great emphasis on privacy, so there is definitely no surveillance.

However, the villas are not very spacious, which is unavoidable, since after the Cataclysm, the area of ​​each district in the Downtown is not large.

Just as the "ghouls" scorned, the people in the city were all locked in small iron cages.

Poor people live in cramped conditions, while wealthy areas are even more expensive, with every inch of land costing a fortune.

Fortunately, the villas are surrounded by tall redwoods and meticulously trimmed shrubs, forming natural visual barriers that ensure privacy.

Li Hanyu's villa was located a little further inside, and construction noises could be heard coming from the villa next door, as if it were being renovated.

Li Hanyu sat in the car, frowning unhappily.

"This noise is too loud and will affect Xiao Huan's rest. Secretary Hou, please take care of it in the next couple of days and make sure the neighbors stop working."

"Understood, ma'am."

Hou Wendong respectfully agreed, his face showing no sign of anything amiss.

Of course he wouldn't go, not because he lacked the ability, but because he knew his limits.

Those who can live in upscale villa areas in District 9 must be people of status, either rich or noble.

There's no need to bring up legislators over this, and even less need to create enemies or cause trouble for them.

But Hou Wendong wouldn't say much, and would completely agree to and obey Li Hanyu; that was his wisdom as a secretary.

Li Hanyu mentioned it briefly and then didn't say anything more. She also knew that Hou Wendong was unlikely to go, but she still brought it up, and there was naturally a reason behind it.

The medical vehicle drove directly into the underground parking garage, and through a special lifting platform, smoothly delivered the fish tank into the spacious bedroom at the far end of the first floor.

The bedroom door was replaced with an explosion-proof alloy door, and it was thickened by four layers.

Moreover, the building's exterior walls were thickened, and all windows were sealed with special concrete, leaving only the air ducts for air conditioning filters.

How to say~
As expected of Qian Huan's mother, her awareness of safety perfectly exemplifies the saying "a mother and child are of one heart".

Although Hou Wendong felt that this was a bit of an exaggeration, given that Qian Huan had survived two near-death experiences—first an explosion and then an assassination attempt—he still felt that the story was quite remarkable.

Li Hanyu's arrangements seem understandable.

The fish tank was placed in a reserved location in the center of the room and quickly connected to the pre-laid pipelines.

The medical staff operated the equipment skillfully, and the flashing green light and stable curves on the instruments indicated that the vital signs were stable.

"Madam, Warden Qian's vital signs are stable, and his data is completely synchronized with the hospital's. His life support system is functioning normally."

The lead doctor reported to Li Hanyu.

Li Hanyu nodded, her gaze sweeping over the converted and enclosed bedroom. For safety reasons, there was no longer any warmth of "home" here; it was more like a closed iron cage.

Li Hanyu took a deep breath and began making various arrangements.

She forcibly dispersed the two teams of bodyguards and reorganized them into three teams: one team guarded the villa entrance, one team guarded the first-floor lobby, and the other team took turns resting in the guest rooms on the second floor.

She considered everything, including sentry positions, rotation times, and emergency plans.

She reserved the rooms next to the bedroom for herself and a few medical staff.

She had arranged everything perfectly, leaving no room for objection. As a result, regardless of their true intentions, the people below could only obey her orders on the surface.

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(End of this chapter)