Chapter 322: The Great White Lion Falls into Rage

Working with Tracy makes everything so much easier.

Not only mental power aids, but also the first generation of antibody drugs were developed by the two research teams.

The next step is to test the effectiveness of the first generation of medicine, and then improve and upgrade it based on the test results.

Being able to develop the first generation of medicine in just a few days is already a very important milestone.

Tong Wanwan had been too engrossed in her research these past two days, leaving home early and returning late. It was not until she had some time to rest that she suddenly realized that Elvis hadn't contacted her for two whole days.

Is Mr. Marshal also busy with work?

Tong Wanwan turned on the computer and found that their chat history stopped two days ago.

She suddenly felt a little guilty.

It was indeed her negligence that she did not take the initiative to report her daily life to Mr. Marshal in the past two days.

After thinking about it, Tong Wanwan moved her fingertips and sent several messages to Elvis.

"Mr. Marshal, have you been busy lately? Have you eaten your three meals on time?"

"I have good news for you. Our team has developed the first generation of antibody drugs! Mr. Tracy is truly amazing and has helped us tremendously. I hope the research institute can quickly improve and iterate on the product and bring it to mass production."

"Mr. Marshal, are you busy with work?"

“…”

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no response.

Tong Wanwan hesitated for a moment and made a video call to Elvis, but the call was not connected either.

Inexplicably, her heart sank.

Seeing that the host looked unhappy, the 1551 system also turned around in circles in frustration.

Suddenly, its mind trembled, and it raised its hand and said, "Wanwan! Aren't you connected to his optical computer?"

Tong Wanwan was stunned. She immediately pulled open her sleeve and ordered, "Xiao A, send me Elvis's location."

Little A flashed, projecting a clear map and aperture.

The little red dot representing Elvis was right there in the military base. And that little dot remained motionless, firmly fixed in the same spot.

Tong Wanwan became even more confused.

She video-called several more times, but still received no response.

I had no choice but to call my orc friend who also worked at the military base...

“Beep—beep—”

The optical computer only rang for two seconds before the other party immediately picked up the call.

A virtual projection of a blond young man appeared in front of him, wearing a neat military uniform and with a frown on his face.

"Wanwan, I was just about to contact you..."

Before Yi Lai could finish his words, Tong Wanwan interrupted him anxiously: "Yi Lai, is Mr. Marshal in the base?"

"Yes." The blond major general first gave a very affirmative answer, then hesitated and said, "But Marshal Ives...something happened."

Tong Wanwan's pupils shrank slightly. "What happened? Can I come over?"

"Sure, Wanwan, where are you? I'll pick you up now." Eli took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "We'll discuss the details when we meet."

Tong Wanwan nodded and was about to agree when another familiar figure appeared in the video.

It was Tracy who came to the lounge because she hadn't come back to work for a long time.

"Tracy?!" Seeing his friend appear next to the black-haired girl, Eli opened his eyes wide in surprise and asked in disbelief, "How...how are you two together? Where are you?"

Tracy said calmly: "Research Institute."

He heard everything that Tong Wanwan and Yi Lai had said just now. "I'll take her there."

Eli pursed his lips and said after a moment: "Okay, come together."

*

After returning from Rosario, Elvis sent all his subordinates who were in a mental turmoil for treatment.

Fahy didn't lie about the virus.

These soldiers with A-level mental strength gradually calmed down the riot under the doctor's orderly comfort.

However……

Caught off guard, Marshal Ives, the calmest and most unharmed of them all, suddenly fell into a coma.

As everyone panicked and doctors rushed over, the silver-haired man with his eyes closed suddenly transformed into his second form—

A tall, manic, and ferocious white lion.

Shocked, bewildered, confused...

No matter how hard they tried, they were unable to appease the violent and ferocious lion.

No matter who it is, as long as they get within one meter of it, they will be scratched by its sharp lion claws.

There was no other way, they could only take turns fighting until the big white lion slowly showed signs of fatigue, then they used anesthetics to anesthetize it and sent it to the most hidden and best-protected special treatment room.

The room is very special, it is a "holding room" specially prepared for the rioting orcs.

Even the strongest and most powerful orcs cannot leave easily.

"Lord Ives..."

After the adjutant and the deputy captain regained consciousness, they immediately rushed over.

However, when they saw the big lion imprisoned in the treatment room, shock and regret involuntarily appeared on their faces.

The silver-haired marshal's second form is a huge white lion. When standing on all fours, it looks like a giant standing sculpture.

But it was completely different from the sculpture - its majestic face now became ferocious and violent. No matter how kind and calm the doctor who entered the room was, he would be scared to death by the ferocity of his fierce attack with fangs bared.

This huge and ferocious beast was on guard against all of them.

Whether they were former companions, subordinates, or familiar friends, they all had an aggressive attitude as if they were ready to pounce and bite at any time.

Once he saw a figure through the glass window, he would suppress his throat and let out a thunderous roar that was terrifying.

"Lord Ives..."

The adjutant was filled with guilt.

If he had known this, he should have persuaded the Marshal to let Fay go!

As he approached the French window, a huge shadow rushed over, hit the window hard, and was bounced away.

The adjutant paused, his face pale and his brows furrowed.

He was indeed frightened by the white lion's ferocious appearance.

But he felt even more sorry for its appearance of not being able to distinguish between friend and foe and having lost all its sanity.

The treatment room is a place specially used to detain rioting orcs. Its walls, windows and steel doors are all very strong.

If the Marshal keeps crashing into things like this, he'll be the one getting hurt...

The deputy captain, unable to bear to watch any longer, pulled the adjutant away. Outside the room were his subordinates and doctors running around in panic.

"How is it?" the most professional head physician at the Central District Medical Center urged, "Did Marshal Elvis recognize you?"

"...No." They both shook their heads and fell silent.

"What should we do?!" another doctor, who had just been frightened, said gloomily, "The Marshal is too resistant to us. There's no way we can get close to him."

If you can't get close, you can't perform mental treatment.

If we cannot calm Marshal Elvis's turbulent spiritual consciousness, we will not be able to eliminate the virus in his body.

Elvis's attending physician—the head physician at the medical center—had cured countless orcs over the decades, earning her immense respect and admiration from countless soldiers as their savior. But she had no idea how to deal with the mentally rebellious Federal Marshal.

Standing next to this group of doctors were Deputy Commander Dean and Chief Joe Shul.

Even the two of them...

He couldn't get even a little bit close to the furious white lion.

(End of this chapter)