Chapter 455 London Accent Slaps Foreign Experts in the Face!

Su Yue lifted her head from his embrace, and her eyes, which always held a hint of a smile, turned completely cold at this moment.

"A real hunter?"

She looked through the rearview mirror at the green figure being dragged into the darkness, and tapped her fingers lightly on the edge of the car window twice.

"Let's see who the prey really is."

Gu Beichen shifted gears again and floored the accelerator.

The jeep roared out of the factory gate like an angry beast.

The night wind howled.

On the distant coastline, a black speedboat without any markings was silently gliding towards the rocky hill behind the Red Star Farm, carried by the rising tide.

Three people in diving suits jumped off the speedboat.

The leader removed his respirator, revealing a scarred face. He pulled a photograph from his waist and glanced at it in the moonlight.

In the photo, Su Yue is standing on the podium, smiling radiantly.

Scarface pulled out a military dagger and slashed Su Yue's neck in the photo.

The dark figure on the screen pushed open the iron gate, and one foot had just stepped into the core strain bank.

"Pfft—"

A faint whistling sound arose.

It wasn't an alarm, but rather a burst of colorless and odorless water mist sprayed from the fire sprinkler head overhead.

The man was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that such a sophisticated security measure would be a "shower".

He subconsciously wiped his face, but before he could stop, Su Yue in the monitoring room pressed another red switch.

"Smack!"

The ultraviolet trapping lights in Workshop No. 3 suddenly turned on.

The once pitch-black workshop instantly transformed into a disco. The soaking wet intruder, under the ultraviolet light, emitted an eerie, pale green fluorescence from head to toe, even his teeth glowing green, looking like a mutated creature that had just crawled out of a nuclear waste dump.

"Oh, it's even a luminescent substance." Su Yue chewed the last piece of shrimp in her mouth and patted the residue off her hands. "A biofluorescent marker, it can't be washed off. Now we don't even need police dogs."

Gu Beichen didn't say a word, but used one hand to support himself on the windowsill and flipped out. He landed silently, like a black panther hunting its prey, and instantly disappeared into the night.

In less than three minutes, Gu Beichen carried the "Hulk" into the security department's small dark room like a chick.

The intruder was a blond, mixed-race man who was very stubborn and insisted that he was a lost tourist.

Su Yue walked in carrying a steaming cup of "cold medicine".

"Lost? Lost in my bacterial culture storage?" Su Yue slammed her cup on the table. "The island is very humid. Drink some medicine and don't catch a cold."

The man tried to struggle, but Gu Beichen pressed one hand on his shoulder, the bones making a sickening cracking sound.

Su Yue pinched the other person's chin and forced them to drink the "cold medicine" containing a high concentration of scopolamine and a special hallucinogen.

She accidentally synthesized this thing while extracting waste in the lab. The side effect is that it makes people answer any question within half an hour. The only drawback is that they will have a splitting headache for three days and three nights after waking up.

Ten minutes later.

"Who sent you?" Su Yue asked.

"Lin... Lin Jiakang..." The mixed-race boy's eyes were unfocused, drooling, "Old man Lin is dying... he needs that medicine... if we can't steal it, we'll destroy it..."

Su Yue and Gu Beichen exchanged a glance.

The Lin family.

It's that indestructible cockroach again.

"Who is that Lin Jiakang?"

"Lin Ruolan's younger brother... just returned from Oxford... with a team of experts... tomorrow... tomorrow they'll arrive..."

Gu Beichen delivered a karate chop to the back of the man's neck, and the world became quiet again.

"It seems that after Lin Ruolan lost power in the capital, the Lin family has pinned all their hopes on this overseas-educated younger brother." Su Yue stood up and straightened her clothes. "Since the guests are coming tomorrow, we need to make proper preparations."

The next day.

The air in the conference room of Blue Ocean Biopharmaceutical Factory was so thick it was suffocating.

On one side of the long table sat five or six blond, blue-eyed foreigners, all dressed in suits and ties, with their noses in the air.

The young man sitting in the middle was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with his hair slicked back. That was Lin Jiakang.

On the other side of the table were Su Yue and several technical staff members wearing white coats.

Gu Beichen, dressed in his training uniform, stood at the door with his arms crossed, looking like a dark-faced demon, completely blocking the originally spacious entrance.

"Director Su, our purpose is very clear." Lin Jiakang pushed up his glasses and said in heavily accented Chinese, "The expert team we brought this time wants to conduct a comprehensive... evaluation of your factory's technology. After all, science is rigorous and cannot rely on luck."

Professor Smith, the foreign expert next to him, scoffed, pointed at the data on the projector, and muttered to his companion in English, "This rudimentary equipment can produce bacteriophages? I think they're treating moldy steamed buns as a miracle cure."

Several foreigners burst into laughter.

Chen Xinyue was so angry that her face turned white. She was about to slam her hand on the table when Su Yue stopped her.

Su Yue leaned back in her chair, twirling the pen in her hand, and suddenly spoke.

He spoke with a perfect London accent and at an extremely fast pace, leaving even Professor Smith stunned.

"Mr. Smith, if I remember correctly, the theory about the lysis cycle of drug-resistant bacteria that you just cited is outdated data published in The Lancet in 1958. The international forefront has long since advanced to the microencapsulation stage. You're still fixated on the issue of room temperature inactivation. Shouldn't you update your knowledge base?"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Smith opened his mouth wide, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Su Yue didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. She got up, walked to the projector, and changed the slide.

That's a video recording of "Hunter-9" in action under a high-powered microscope.

On screen, the once arrogant Staphylococcus aureus, upon contact with the pale yellow liquid, swelled and disintegrated rapidly, like a punctured balloon, eventually turning into a stagnant pool.

The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

"My God..." another French expert couldn't help but exclaim, "What level of killing speed is this?"

Lin Jiakang's face turned very ugly.

He originally thought his sister had been fooled by these country bumpkins, but he didn't expect that the weapon they had was actually real.

He gave his assistant a wink.

The assistant immediately took a check out of his briefcase and pushed it to the center of the table.

"Director Su, here's five hundred thousand US dollars." Lin Jiakang regained his arrogant demeanor. "As long as you transfer the core strain and formula to the Lin Group, this money is yours. In addition, we can hire this..."

He pointed at Chen Xinyue.

"We will hire this young lady as an assistant in our overseas laboratory with an annual salary of two thousand US dollars."

Chen Xinyue looked at the flimsy check and then at Lin Jiakang's condescending expression.

She picked up the coffee cup beside her.

No sugar added, pure black coffee, piping hot.

"Splash!"