Chapter 118 Durian Bomb

Plop!

The students collapsed along with them. At first, everyone thought they'd been hit. They scrambled to pull them up, only to discover they were unharmed. Suddenly, panic struck: "What's going on?" Someone suddenly collapsed, and then the people surrounding them also collapsed, which was terrifying. What if it was some toxic gas? Didn't everyone surrounding them wear gas masks? The other party had taken protective measures, yet they were still poisoned. They had no protection at all, so wouldn't they be just waiting to die?

Apparently, there were quite a few people who shared this thought, and the already chaotic crowd became even more chaotic. Everyone was a bit panicked and didn't know where to go. Some even wanted to turn around and run back, fearing that the base had been poisoned.

Wen Le thought about the patch, and it seemed he hadn't had time to tell them. He had forgotten about it in his nervousness. He quickly shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! They're not poisoned, they've just fainted. I have the antidote! Please pick up the fainted ones and take them away!" He quickly took out the patch version of the antidote and distributed it to everyone. Although it wasn't as effective as taking it directly, it at least wouldn't make people faint.

The students in Class A also loudly explained that Wen Le couldn't handle so many people by himself. Then they distributed the patch. Those who grabbed the patch applied it, picked up the fainted person, and carried him on their shoulders as they continued to run towards the base. Those who didn't grab the patch tried to stay away from Wen Le and his team to avoid being implicated by being too close.

Wen Le and the students in Class A also consciously stayed behind, letting the other students who did not have the patch on run first.

Wen Le then turned to glance at the people following behind him and couldn't help but chuckle. It was time to unleash his ultimate weapon. In his nervousness, he'd forgotten the treasure he'd prepared, and now it was perfect for testing on these people. The inspiration for this treasure came from the last hijacking. At the time, he'd been thinking about making something similar to a dagger. He could then wrap a special potion inside and throw it out when needed, eliminating the need to be present in person, which would be less dangerous.

Do it when you think of it!

Wen Le pulled out a pre-prepared durian bomb from his system and swished it behind him. Though only the size of a fingernail, it was incredibly powerful. Once it exploded, the encapsulated chemical would be released into the air, with effects comparable to those of biological weapons. Not only was it an anesthetic, but the smell was unbearable. Furthermore, once it got on someone, they'd stink for three days, no matter how many showers and changes of clothes they took.

Hehehe, he made this pill but hasn't tested it on anyone yet. Today, he took it out and used it to see the effect~

The men who were surrounding them paused suspiciously when they saw Wen Le taking out a handful of pills and chasing after him, even showing signs of hesitation. They had been warned beforehand about this mission to be wary of being targeted by the healer, Wen Le, and were even given the latest gas masks designed to counteract Wen Le's anesthetics. However, the masks proved completely useless, and the people still fainted.

If Wen Le knew what they were thinking, he would definitely sneer at them. Why can your things be upgraded but his potions can't?

This mask might protect against version 1.0, but it can't protect against version 2.0. Not only do people need to keep up with the times, but so do medicines. The virus can mutate, and so can his medicine.

The pill exploded in mid-air before it even hit the ground. Wen Le took this to heart: next time, he'd have to use something different for the shell, otherwise it would explode too quickly and potentially harm his own team. Afraid he'd forget, he even asked the system to remember it and remind him the next time he made a pill like this.

The pill exploded, a foul odor spread, and everyone took a step back.

"vomit!"

Someone, not knowing who had taken the lead, started to retch, unable to bear the stench. The worst hit were the pursuers who had been given special attention by Wen Le. The stench enveloped them, making them question their lives. A few more fell, and the rest quickly stepped back to avoid being suffocated.

Although they had done similar odor training before, this was the first time they had smelled something this bad. This smell wasn't as pungent as the artificial ones, but was relatively mild compared to the ones they had trained with before. However, the smell was enough to make them feel dizzy.

How can I not feel dizzy? Wen Le has added anesthetics to those pills. Even if I am not dizzy from the stench, I cannot escape the effect of the medicine. I will feel dizzy sooner or later.

"Mmmm!" The squad leader covered his mouth for fear of vomiting. He said in a muffled voice: "What did you just throw away? It stinks!"

"This is my new invention, the durian bomb." Wen Le also covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "It's a good opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity to experiment with them." However, the effect did not seem to be very good, at least it did not meet his expectations. It only knocked out a few people. It seems that the anesthetic dose needs to be increased.

But it doesn't matter. If a few don't work, you can just throw in a few more. At worst, quantity is the key. He made a lot anyway, a whole bottle.

Wen Le rolled his eyes and took out a whole bottle of durian bombs and distributed them to the students around him: "Everyone who sees it gets a share. Divide these among you."

Du Yu always loved to join in the fun, so naturally, he couldn't miss this one. As the saying goes, fortunes change; just now, they were chased away like dogs, and now it was their turn to chase them like dogs.

Thinking of this, Du Yu chuckled, poured a few pills from the bottle and threw them across the street. The others followed suit and threw pills as well. Then both sides switched sides, and the one chasing them started to hide.

The others' eyes lit up when they saw this. Those who had applied the patch came over and asked, "Do you have any more of these? Share some, brothers." Damn, I have to teach these guys a lesson today. Weren't you awesome just now? Don't hide now if you have the guts.

Because of this sudden change, the students ahead slowed down, frequently turning their heads to watch the action unfold. Wen Le was furious, yelling at them, "What the hell are you looking at? Run!" Did they really think the pills were a panacea? Even though the word "弹" (dang) was in their name, they weren't actual bullets, and their damage was limited. At best, they'd cause a minor nuisance to the other side, giving them time to escape. They didn't expect them to take advantage of the situation and actually stay to watch.

He even suspected that these people had tofu pudding in their heads. If they really died, it would be a stupid death.

I really don’t know how they got admitted.

Those who were yelled at by Wen Le immediately turned their faces away in embarrassment and ran away quickly.

A bottle of medicine was quickly thrown away, but the effects of the pills thrown before were still there. While the opponent was still scrambling to avoid the pill attack, he quickly ran to the base.

To be on the safe side, Wen Le took out all the sprays he had made before and distributed them to the classmates around him: "Just take a spray if there is anyone inside the base!" He didn't believe that all the people were outside. Maybe there were more people hiding in the base, just waiting for them to go in so that he could catch them in the trap.

At the same time, the commander of the corps in the monitoring room wanted to put his face to the display screen, pointing his finger at Wen Le and saying, "Is it him? It must be him!" He was of course referring to Wen Le. Now that his true face had finally been revealed, the commander was completely excited, "Quick, quick, draw his face!"

I must find a chance to meet Wen Le someday. The gas masks his men wore were clearly made for the anesthetic Wen Le had used against the hijackers when his spaceship was hijacked. They'd been tested beforehand and proven effective. But now it looked like this guy had upgraded the potion again.

Although he didn't see any movement from Wen Le from beginning to end, his intuition told him that there must be something fishy going on!

How did he do it?

"Wait, stop here. Zoom in here, yes, zoom in again." The legion commander pointed at Wen Le's ear and said. Wen Le in the picture just turned his face to the side, revealing his profile, and the medicine patch behind his ear was revealed.

"And see if the people around him have posted this thing too."

Everyone present was no fool; they immediately understood the commander's intention. Honestly, they also wanted to confirm whether the patches had contributed to the soldiers' unconsciousness. Their suspicions were proven correct; every student in Class A had patches behind their ears. It seemed the patches had a significant bearing on the fainting.

Everyone's eyes turned to Qian Mingyu: "Old Qian, look..."

Before they could finish, Qian Mingyu interrupted, "That's not my business, don't ask me." Just kidding! They're just asking for the prescription after someone else's hard work. What a dream! Do they really think they have the upper hand and he'll give them face? Even if they were old friends, that wouldn't work. Besides, the prescription belonged to the student himself. No matter how arrogant their school was, they couldn't force the student to give it.

Not only would that person disagree, even the Pharmacists Association wouldn't agree. They're the most protective of their own people. If they knew their people were being bullied, forget about buying medicine from them. If something unexpected happened again, I wouldn't even be able to get a therapist. That would be real hardship.

The legion commander sighed. "Our soldiers suffer on the front lines defending their homeland. As citizens of the empire, shouldn't we make some contribution to this country? Why should our soldiers shed blood and tears to defend our homeland, while you, hiding in the rear, can't make some contribution to the army?"

"Come on, who's hiding behind this?" Before Qian Mingyu could say anything, the people from the other two schools couldn't help but retort, "You weren't even born when I was fighting the Zerg on the battlefield." Who are you trying to fool by showing off your skills in front of me?