"I don't know what you'll encounter or what will happen inside. The only known clue is that 832 has independent thought and is willing to negotiate with us, so it made its demands."
"As long as it can stay in the hotel for seven days and survive, it will unconditionally accept Eoubs' research."
"So please try your best to survive. The drinks you ordered were quite good. I hope we can drink them again in seven days."
After she finished speaking, she remained silent for a while, then gave them a smile, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing and couldn't think of anything to say. All three of them thought that this woman really seemed to have some kind of mental illness, and they wondered what kind of trauma she had suffered.
It's reasonable to guess. They always like to dump problems that the Americas branch can't solve onto other continents. They've been cursing a lot in Asia these past few years. If it weren't for the opportunity to share research results and some remnants of forbidden materials, nobody would bother with it.
The highest risk is borne by these operatives; good and bad are thrown at them all at once, as if they're being raised like a treacherous insect.
"Hmm...actually, sometimes I think, if all of humanity, oh no, let's just say all of America, they would all just ascend to heaven. This place is simply not suitable for living." She thought for a long time before finally saying this, her hands tightly clasped together.
"When are we leaving?" Carlos lit a cigarette—one he'd swiped from He Yu's pocket, which he'd said only sissies smoked menthol cigarettes, but he'd completely forgotten to buy one.
"No rush, wait until you finish this meal."
He Yu noticed that the medical mark for mental health monitoring was clearly visible on her wrist, looking like a patch of mold, which was shocking.
Sheen quickly pulled up his sleeve to cover the mark, and explained in a dry voice, "I'm sorry, I've overused the medication. I haven't slept for four days... I didn't even have time to shower before coming here, um... I've been a bit..."
Before she could finish speaking, her words had already shattered into fragments, impossible to reassemble.
Merlink wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out. Oh well, there was nothing to comfort him about. The two people opposite him exchanged glances and, in perfect unison, suggested he commit suicide as soon as possible.
Indeed, there is nothing to say at this moment. Eoubs is a hell, and no one can comfort anyone else.
After a while, someone passed the bottle back to them, and they continued to sit and drink, gossip, and talk trash. Sheen naturally joined in; since they weren't in a hurry to leave, she would occasionally chime in, keeping them company as they waited for their misfortune to arrive.
A brief period of calm always makes you feel like you can keep going. When there are people around you, and people are suffering with you, you feel like you could jump into even the deepest abyss of certain death to see what's going on.
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