Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Gin breathed a slight sigh of relief: "It seems the police want to capture him alive. Let's get ready and carry out the rescue while he's being escorted by the police."

Just as he was about to put down the sniper scope, Gin breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw Chu Ming pointing his gun at him; was he trying to commit suicide?

Why haven't I seen this kid have such integrity before?

He's about to commit suicide? Does he really not believe the organization will send someone to save him?

Shocked Big Brother

Chapter 91 He's a Madman

Seeing Chu Ming prepare to press the gun against his temple, the surrounding police protective shields showed a slight opening.

Someone rushed forward to shoot him down, while a sniper in the distance also fired a shot at his wrist.

Chu Ming was prepared. He rolled to the side to dodge the bullets and threw a bomb through the gap in the riot shield that had just been exposed.

"Watch out! Get down!"

The police officers who had formed a circle all lay down to the side.

As the people around him lay down, Chu Ming squeezed through the gap and, relying on his survival, detonated the bomb as soon as he emerged.

Amidst the billowing dust, Chu Ming was also thrown off by the blast wave. The dust was so thick that the sniper couldn't pinpoint his location.

"Whoosh." Suddenly, a police officer behind them was shot in the head.

Chu Ming looked in the direction the bullet had come from. The magnetic field had enhanced his eyesight, and he could clearly see Gin in a trench coat holding a sniper rifle on a tall building in the distance.

In crucial moments, Gin really comes through...

Wearing the headset Cohen had used before, Gin observed the police's route from a high vantage point and calmly directed Chu Ming's escape route.

With Gin's command and the fire support of Chianti and others, Chu Ming successfully escaped the police encirclement and got into the vodka car parked by the roadside to pick him up.

Chu Ming collapsed onto the back seat, panting heavily, his blood slowly staining the back seat bright red.

Vodka glanced at Chu Ming in the back seat and clicked his tongue in amazement. What a madman! He managed to escape with such serious injuries.

He witnessed Chu Ming placing himself within the blast radius to escape, using the shockwave to get out... It was terrifying. This madman usually looked respectable, but he was even more ruthless and insane than Gin.

He was multitasking, his mind wandering as he steadily drove to pick up Gin.

"I dirtied my brother's car, will he use that as an excuse to beat me up...?"

Chu Ming's eyes were almost unfocused, and he was still muttering to himself.

Gin, who was about to get into the car, paused for a moment, glanced at Chu Ming who was lying pale in the back seat, and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He took out a first-aid kit from the car and roughly pulled Chu Ming up to apply medicine to him.

Chu Ming was forced to open his eyes weakly, gasping for breath in pain.

"Hiss—Big Brother..."

"Shut up."

"Oh……"

Chu Ming looked aggrieved.

Gin's anger grew stronger with each wound he treated for Chu Ming.

Chu Ming lay on his side against the backrest, the pain making him unable to resist trying to distract himself.

"There's no one better than my older brother in the world~ A child with an older brother is like a treasure~ Older brother, getting angry ages you quickly~ Never—ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

Gin was even more furious at the strange-sounding Chinese singing, and his movements became much heavier. After a quick bandage, Gin stared ahead with a sullen expression.

Chu Ming was out of danger and was about to say something, but his tense nerves finally relaxed, and everything went black before his eyes. He lost consciousness and slid limply off the backrest, landing on Gin.

Gin instinctively caught him, looked at his tightly closed eyes, and said in a deep voice to Vodka, "Drive faster, have you notified the hospital yet?"

"The notification has been sent out, and the emergency stretcher is already waiting at the hospital entrance."

The speeding car slammed on the brakes and came to a screeching halt in front of the hospital, leaving a long skid mark on the road.

Gin opened the car door, carried Chu Ming out, and put him on the emergency stretcher parked next to him. Watching Chu Ming being wheeled in, he lit a cigarette and prepared to report to the BOSS.

He suddenly remembered something: "Vodka, go and find out why there are so many police officers there."

"Okay, big brother!"

On the other side, Amuro Tooru frowned deeply.

The police paid a heavy price this time, but failed to capture or kill Granbury, and their covert operations may also be exposed.

“Mr. Furuya, perhaps you shouldn’t go back this time. If you are exposed, you might be in danger.” Kazama Yuya said with some concern.

"No, it's not that time yet. I have to go back, otherwise all the sacrifices I made for my better infiltration will be in vain."

Amuro Tooru clenched his fist tightly as he thought of his best friend who had gone undercover with him but was ultimately killed by Shuichi Akai.

"But……"

"Stop trying to persuade me, Kazama. You lead everyone to retreat first. Make sure the brothers who sacrificed their lives are properly compensated. If you don't have enough money, you can transfer it from my account. I need to go back to the organization to get some information. Don't worry, I'll retreat immediately if anything goes wrong."

Kazama Yuya watched Amuro Tooru's hurried departure, his brows furrowed with worry.

Please be careful, Mr. Furuya...

Chapter 92 It's all Bourbon's fault

When Chu Ming woke up from his coma, the first thing he saw was Asai Narumi bustling around his bedside.

He had already changed back to his boyish attire, and stood tall and straight. Seeing that Chu Ming had woken up, he leaned closer with concern.

"How are you feeling? When you were brought in, you were covered in blood. We removed about ten bullets from your body. I thought you were going to bleed to death..."

Chu Ming moved his body, which was slightly stiff from lying down, and his back was no longer in so much pain.

"How many days have I been lying in bed?"

"It's been four days. I heard that things are really tense around the organization lately. Gin has been hunting down spies these past few days and has already killed a lot of people."

Kill the undercover agent? I wonder if Bourbon is dead or not. This time Bourbon has done him such a terrible thing, he'll remember this grudge.

Chu Ming picked up his phone and searched online, but there were no reports about the incident. He wondered if the organization or the police had suppressed the news.

As Gin had instructed him beforehand, Asai Narumi sent a message to Vodka, informing him that Chu Ming had woken up.

A moment later, the door was opened from the outside, and Gin walked straight in and sat on the edge of the bed, still seemingly carrying the smell of blood.

He looked at the bandages on Chu Ming's back and maliciously reached out and pressed them down hard.

"Ouch—Big brother, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Watching the blood slowly seep out, he withdrew his hand: "You still feel pain? Granbury, how many lives do you have to live like this?"

Chu Ming turned his head and looked at Gin pitifully: "Big brother, I'm injured and you're still treating me like this QAQ Will love disappear?! Do you have another dog outside?! Waaah, I don't want to live anymore!"

Ignoring Chu Ming's wails and incoherent ramblings, he continued to question him: "If you really couldn't escape, couldn't you wait for the organization to send someone to rescue you? Why did you have to run out in such a tragic way? It seems you've forgotten everything I taught you before. I'll teach you properly at the training ground tomorrow."

What?! I'm injured! How could this guy do this?!

Chu Ming angrily turned his head to the other side, refusing to look at Qin Jiu or speak, in order to express his dissatisfaction.

Seeing Chu Ming's naivety, Gin slapped him on the back: "Why were you cornered by the police in this incident? I've exposed quite a few of the organization's corrupt officials, but I didn't have any information on this."

Getting down to business, Chu Ming turned around honestly: "The intelligence we had earlier caught a fish, it was the Ghost Mountain Society. I originally deliberately sent a message to the police, hoping to make the Ghost Mountain Society and the police fight each other, but the police didn't take any action, so I sent someone to go myself. I originally wanted to send Bourbon, but he wasn't willing to work for free."

After thinking for a moment, Chu Ming looked like he suddenly realized something: "It's all Bourbon's fault!"

"Bourbon did it?" Gin narrowed his eyes, his hand resting on the gun at his waist.

"If he had been willing to do the mission for me, I wouldn't have gotten hurt! He didn't go because he knows the police will be lying in ambush there; he's an undercover agent!"

Gin was speechless.

"Even Rum wouldn't accept this reason, let alone the boss."

Chu Ming pursed his lips. He knew it too, but he was telling the truth... and Gin didn't believe him. That was too much.

Chu Ming deflated. Although he didn't intend to do anything to Bourbon, but...

Gin spoke calmly: "As for Bourbon's issue, I'll have someone keep an eye on him. If he has any problems..."

Seeing Chu Ming's bright eyes, Gin frowned, hesitated for once, and brought up another matter.

"Your wound is healing at an unusually fast pace, you know that?"

Chu Ming blinked: "What's wrong? Is there a problem? Isn't it good that you're recovering quickly?"

“The boss wants someone to draw a vial of your blood for research, you…” Gin frowned slightly. He didn’t quite agree, but the boss insisted on his own way.

"Sure. But what exactly is my organization researching?" Chu Ming lowered his eyes. Research it if you want, but it'll probably be something unusual.

After all, it's a product of the system.

"We can be both God and the devil. Since we're trying to raise the dead against the flow of time."

"Resurrection?" Chu Ming was somewhat surprised. It really is like Ke Xue's theory? Is that even possible?

"The organization has been conducting this kind of research since the last century. Vermouth's grotesque appearance is because..."

In the ward, Chu Ming listened to Gin tell him about the organization's secrets as if he were listening to a bedtime story.