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Chapter 264 The Power of Water

As soon as the red alarm light in the command center went out, Su Wanqing pressed the intercom button on the table: "Everyone to the third-floor conference room, five minutes."

Lin Che was the first to push the door open and enter. Blue patterns crawled from his cuffs to the back of his hands, gleaming faintly under the light.

Xiao Ran squeezed in after him, still clutching half a compressed biscuit in his hand.

Lu Zhao was holding the tablet, and Xiao Ling stood on tiptoe to hold the documents that were sliding down for him.

Su Wanqing projected the hospital's surveillance footage onto the wall: "At two o'clock in the morning, in the emergency room of the Central Hospital, a person dressed in black took away a patient with black markings on his arm."

"The system has been analyzed; there are active substances in the black veins." She turned to Lin Che, "What's the current situation regarding the water plant pollution you mentioned?"

Lin Che walked to the large screen and closed his eyes. Blue patterns flashed rapidly on his arm, as if light was flowing under his skin.

He raised his hand and drew a circle in the air. The system beeped, and the wall projection suddenly changed—the original city map was covered by a blue light net, and the underground water veins, sewers, reservoirs, and even abandoned old wells were glowing faintly.

“This is…” Xiao Ran leaned closer to look, “There are twelve more underground channels than the Water Resources Bureau’s data.”

"I can sense all water sources within a ten-kilometer radius." Lin Che's voice was muffled, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "The water is screaming."

He pointed northwest, where blue light gathered into a red dot on the map. "The source of pollution is underground at the abandoned chemical plant. Someone is pouring something into the underground water veins."

Su Wanqing stared at the red dot: "What is that?"

"It's not an ordinary chemical agent." Lin Che opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a pale gold. "The water tells me it hurts."

Lu Zhao quickly took notes on the tablet: "Symbiotic relationship, his ability has changed from controlling water to communicating with water."

Xiao Ran tapped the table: "The key is the pollution path. The underground water veins are connected to the waterworks, and they can enter the water supply network within 24 hours. At that time, the taps in the whole city will be filled with toxic water."

Su Wanqing switched the map to the action deployment: "We'll split into two groups. Lin Che and I will go to the source to block it, Xiao Ran will lead the engineering team to the waterworks to install the filtration system, and Lu Zhao will help debug the equipment. Xiao Ling will stay behind and keep an eye on the system monitoring."

"I need a specially made protective suit." Lin Che tugged at his cuff. "The pollutants might accelerate mutation."

"500 rebate points were exchanged for a portable water purifier and testing equipment."

Su Wanqing opened her tactical bag. "We'll be leaving in half an hour."

The SUV ran over the shattered glass scattered on the ground, and Lin Che rolled down the window a crack.

As the wind blew in, he suddenly gripped the steering wheel tightly: "The pollution has spread, three times faster than yesterday."

"How was it determined?" Su Wanqing glanced at the testing equipment.

“The water is flowing.” Lin Che pointed to the ground. “The three main veins are rushing southeast, as if they are being pushed along.”

The iron gate of the abandoned industrial park in the Northwest District is marked with a sign that reads "Private Property," and the camera on top of the wall is spinning rapidly.

Su Wanqing held up the detector: "Five are human thermal images, and three more are not human."

Lin Che closed his eyes briefly: "There are machines on the third underground level, and the pipes are connected to the underground water veins. Pollutants are discharged from the bottom level."

"Go around to the back." Lin Che parked the car in the pile of weeds. "There's a drainage outlet that connects to the underground water system."

The drain was dark and foul-smelling, with a mixture of water and rust rising from it.

Su Wanqing stepped on the stone next to her: "There are pollutants in the water."

Lin Che squatted down, and as soon as his hand touched the water, blue stripes "whoosh" up his forearm.

The water suddenly became clear, and a transparent bubble spread outward from his palm.

“Follow me.” He was the first to climb into the pipe.

The temperature on the third basement level was bone-chillingly low. Lin Che's blue markings grew brighter and brighter, making the mold spots on the wall appear bluish.

After turning the last bend, the view suddenly opened up—in a basement the size of half a football field, stood a silver machine as tall as a person, with dozens of pipes plunging into the ground, gushing out purplish-black liquid.

Three figures stood around the machine. They were half a head taller than average, with bluish skin and prominent knuckles on their foreheads. Su Wanqing pulled Lin Che behind a valve, and the system whispered in her ear, "Biometric features of the Weaver detected."

Lin Che's blue veins throbbed violently, almost bursting through his skin. He gritted his teeth, his voice extremely low: "They said 'the acceleration plan is ahead of schedule,' and 'the first phase of pollution is complete.'"

Su Wanqing gripped her tactical knife tightly: "Can you film this?"

"No way." Lin Che's temple veins throbbed. "Their equipment is interfering with the signal."

The two retreated to the entrance of the safety passage. Lin Che leaned against the wall, panting, with blue markings already creeping up his neck: "We need to change the water flow and divert the pollutants to the abandoned mine pit."

How much ability do you need?

"I don't know." Lin Che tugged at his collar, the blue scales spreading from his collarbone to his chest. "But I have to try."

The soil at the entrance to the mine was loose and crumbling. Lin Che knelt on the ground, his hands plunging into the mud.

Blue veins seemed to come alive, spreading all over his body, even the roots of his hair glowed blue.

His eyes were closed, and his lips were moving rapidly, as if he were talking to someone.

The ground suddenly shook, and the distant roar of a bursting pipe echoed. Su Wanqing's detector went into overdrive, alarming: "The Weaver is approaching, 50 meters away."

Lin Che suddenly opened his eyes, his golden pupils gleaming. He staggered to his feet, blue blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the ground: "It's fixed now, the pollutants got into the mine."

Su Wanqing helped him run towards the car, and the sound of metal scraping came from behind.

Only after she got into the driver's seat did she dare to look back—three blue figures were standing at the entrance of the abandoned factory, looking in her direction.

"We've stopped them for now." Lin Che leaned back in his seat, his upper body already covered in blue scales. "But they'll fix it."

Su Wanqing called Xiao Ran: "Is the water treatment plant's filtration system installed yet?"

“It’s installed.” Xiao Ran’s voice was tinged with noise. “But Lu Zhao said this thing can only last for 72 hours.”

Lin Che took out a testing pen and drew a watermark on the car window: "The Weavers don't just pollute randomly; they're paving the way for the apocalypse."

The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor flickered on and off. Dr. Zhang stuffed the fifth case file into a drawer, then looked up to see the head nurse standing in the doorway: "Director Li said these cases should all be labeled as influenza."

"The blood test report shows the presence of an unknown substance." Dr. Zhang held the lab report in his hand. "The patient has a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius, and the dark lines on his skin are spreading."

"The special medical advisor will arrive tomorrow," the head nurse said in a low voice. "They will take over."

At 11 p.m., Dr. Zhang entered the isolation ward in the dark. The patient in bed 12 was shivering, with dark lines already appearing on his face and his fingernails turning bluish-gray.

He took out his phone to take a picture, but the patient suddenly grabbed his wrist with unusual strength: "There's something in the water."

"Let go!" Dr. Zhang shook off the patient's hand, and the patient slumped back down.

He quickly finished taking the photos, then turned around and bumped into a white coat pushing the equipment.

"Dr. Zhang?" The other person nodded with a smile. "Still here so late?"

"Ward rounds." Dr. Zhang stepped back and saw the other person's name tag—"Chen Mo, Special Medical Team".

When I left the hospital, there were three unlicensed cars parked in the parking lot. A man wearing a hat was leaning against one of the cars, looking in my direction.

Dr. Zhang quickened his pace, stuffing the USB drive into his inner pocket. He needed to contact his media friends; these photos and medical records had to be seen by more people.

Lin Che's breathing grew heavier, and blue scales began to crawl up his face. Su Wanqing stepped on the gas, and the abandoned factory in the rearview mirror receded into the distance.

She pulled out her walkie-talkie: "Xiaoling, upgrade the fortress defenses."

“Received.” Xiaoling’s voice was nasal. “Lu Zhao said that Lin Che’s mutation level has reached 35%.”

Lin Che closed his eyes, his golden pupils flashing in the darkness: "Next time, we need to find a more thorough method."