Dr. Sanchez's letter to his fellow citizens around the world caused a huge uproar in the emergency survival bases that had been assembled globally.
Five days have passed since the incident involving the fifth-generation liquid gold.
In a peaceful world, five days may only be a week of work for a corporate slave. Although work is hard and life is full of pressure, there are always some happy moments every day. No one will feel fear or apprehension about the world they see when they open their eyes the next morning.
Life is ordinary, yet it is filled with ordinary happiness.
But now everything has changed. These five days have been five days of rampant transmission of the Golden Liquid virus, a hell where every day could be heard with cries of death, curses, and pleas.
Every minute and every second, everyone was worried about whether they could survive, and in the more than 3,800 cities where the liquid gold was directly sold, there were five days of frantic struggle and escape.
Almost everyone cursed Sanchez during those five days.
The more they once admired and revered this person, the more they now hated him.
Why did he make this damn liquid gold?
Why did he continue making the fifth generation of Golden Liquid after already producing the first four generations?!
He has already received the highest honors in the biological and medical fields, his team has amassed immeasurable wealth worldwide, and he even enjoys extremely high levels of power granted by many countries! Any one of these things he possesses is the lifelong goal of any ordinary person, and he has achieved them all. Isn't that enough?!
So, the original admiration turned into resentment, and the original envy turned into curses.
That greedy Sanchez!
That greedy, insatiable, and utterly unscrupulous fake PhD!
That swindler who stole all their money!
Even though the liquid gold once did restore normal intelligence to many children with dementia, give life back to people with terminal illnesses, and restore vitality and extend lifespan for the elderly.
But now, it's broken.
It is the worst and most evil thing. Including the people who made it.
This guy, who has been loudly cursed by living people all over the world in just five days, actually dares to issue a letter to his fellow countrymen around the world at this time?!
Does this villain, a sinner for all time, have no shame, no remorse, no heart?!
However, after people saw the contents of the letter to their compatriots around the world, countless people cursed and were angry, but many more remained silent.
Although in this letter to his fellow citizens worldwide, Sanchez, that eternally sinful figure, did not express much remorse or apology, but—
He found a solution!
He developed a first-stage vaccine that can greatly prolong the mutation of the gold liquid!
Perhaps this is his way of admitting his mistake?
But even if it isn't...
Europe.
"Father, are you really going to take the family to the Amerindra forest in Africa? It's one of the oldest primeval forests in the world, and there are still many legends and areas that we haven't been able to fully explore."
"Sanchez isn't a good person, but at least he's useful. Even though we have a research division of the gold company here, we know nothing about the core technology and raw materials for liquid gold."
Even though we now have our own fortress to fight against those mutated undead and the animals that are slowly and suddenly mutating, Richard, my son, I will never place my hopes in the hands of others.
Even if it's just a trap set by Sanchez, we should go and keep an eye on him ourselves.
"At least one thing Sanchez wouldn't lie about." The father, who was speaking, held a golden cane in his hand, his voice deep and magnetic. He looked to be no more than forty years old.
"He will definitely create an antidote for the liquid gold."
"While we didn't mutate into those monsters, we all consumed that magical liquid, didn't we? Even though you only drank one bottle. But..."
The blond man looked out the window: "We have to go find him eventually."
The blond young man, who looked to be in his thirties, pursed his lips, then nodded to his father: "You're right, Father. We have to go see him. I'll make the arrangements right away."
America.
"Are the national research team and special operations team ready?"
"Boss, they're all ready. They can take a helicopter to the Latin American forest in ten minutes. This time, we've sent the country's top researchers and elite operations personnel. We're sure to get Sanchez to give way to us."
The burly middle-aged man with the zongzi-like hair nodded: "It's not that we want to interfere or rob anything, it's just that Sanchez's liquid gold has already brought danger to the whole world. As a superpower, we have to do something for the safety of all mankind."
"The raw materials and research methods for the liquid gold are things we absolutely must bring back, understand?"
The tall, muscular, bald man leading the group clenched his fist: "Don't worry, leader, we will definitely not return empty-handed!"
...
Survivors from every region and country around the world who still have the means to survive this disaster are discussing it.
And almost all the discussions reached the same conclusion.
Whether from the perspective of life, justice, and hope, or from the perspective of interests, rights, and ambitions, the place where Sanchez is located is the center they want to go to and also want to fight for.
Even though Sanchez did not invite outstanding survivors from around the world.
As long as he has the raw materials to make liquid gold, no one will stop chasing him.
Even ordinary people who were originally cursing Sanchez changed their ways of cursing.
That damned liar, that greedy sinner! Why did he go to the Amazon rainforest in Africa?! How are we supposed to get there? How could we possibly get there?!
The government will send people there, right? The government will buy vaccines for us, right? The government can't just abandon us, can it?
There is indeed one country that will never abandon its people.
After Sanchez sent out his letter to his fellow citizens around the world, a special alarm sounded in the Yanshi security zone.
The elite squad of soldiers stationed in the Yantai Safety Zone proceeded to the Safety Zone's conference room. An hour later, there was a knock on the door of Gou Fugui and Xie Tianlang's villa.
Looking at the fully armed squad of soldiers outside, and the young man leading them wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Gou Fugui raised his eyebrows as if he had a guess.
The young man leading the group glanced discreetly at Gou Fugui's single ponytail, then looked away a second before the beautiful woman noticed: "Mr. Fugui?"
"I am Chi Yuanshan, the military representative of the Yanshi Security Zone, and I would like to use your helicopters."
Gou Fugui was dressed neatly, and his specially made backpack had been repacked, making it clear that he was about to travel.
The bespectacled young man in military uniform couldn't possibly be unaware that they were about to go out. Gou Fugui glanced into the house and made a decisive move.
"That might not work. We need to go to the forests of Latin America in Africa."
Chi Yuanshan didn't show any surprise at the answer. He nodded and asked directly, "The modified helicopter should have a maximum capacity of 26 people. You have a total of 7 people, so can you take the remaining 19 people with us?"
Gou Fugui smiled, but refused again:
"It might still not work. Before we go to the Lameian forest, we need to pick up a few more people from other safe bases."
"There will be about 7 more seats available."
Chi Yuanshan was rejected for the second time, and he pushed up his glasses. However, he quickly spoke up in the car: "Then you have 14 people, and we can just cut 7 people off from our side."
"Our goal in going to the Latin American forest this time is to set up camp there and have the country's top three pharmaceutical researchers and their teams study the antidote vaccine for the Golden Liquid."
"And, purchase at least 100 doses of the first-stage vaccine developed by Sanchez for research purposes."
"This concerns the lives of all survivors and the future of the nation. Gentlemen... as retired soldiers and citizens of Huazhou, I hope you can work with us to overcome this crisis and win the future."
Captain Chi Yuanshan's words were devoid of any particular emotion or superfluous orders or pressure of responsibility. He simply and frankly told Gou Fugui, who was standing at the door, about their mission and objectives.
They also informed Xie Tianlang, Si Mingri, and the others who had stopped what they were doing and were listening to their conversation inside the house.
He appeared to be a calm and collected soldier, not someone who would appeal to emotions or reason. Yet, his straightforward and frank words resonated deeply with everyone in the room.
Of course, this does not include Brown-skinned Little Wild Guy.
Gou Fugui was genuinely happy this time. How should I put it? The national team players always manage to impress him and make him proud of his country.
Even if they are not from the same world.
He glanced into the room with a smile, and Xie Tianlang, who was also smiling as if he had seen his teammates and comrades, nodded at him.
"Okay. We'll leave in half an hour."
"And once we arrive in the Amerla Forest, if the country needs anything, we will do our best to help."
This time, Chi Yuanshan and the soldiers behind him also smiled.
Half an hour later, the helicopter, fully fueled, took off from the Yanshi security zone. Gou Fugui sat by the window and looked down, seeing the familiar convoy of fourteen vehicles.
They gathered around Wang Kuoshao's modified off-road vehicle, all smiling and waving at Gou Fugui.
At that moment, Gou Fugui opened his phone and saw that the group chat for the 14-car self-rescue survival team was filled with neatly arranged messages: 【Go Fugui!】
Suddenly, a somewhat disjointed comment popped up: "[Just survive and you'll become rich! Survive to the end, and you'll be incredibly wealthy!]"
Gou Fugui smiled, quickly pressed a few keys, and then turned his gaze to the blue sky.
[Waiting for Dad to come back!]
***
On the same day that Dr. Sanchez released his message to his fellow citizens around the world, elites from survival bases and safe zones across the globe gathered and traveled from different locations to the Amazon rainforest in Africa.
The day after the message to compatriots around the world was released, the Armenian forest, which covers two-thirds of Africa, is the oldest and most pristine forest that has not yet been fully explored and studied by humans, became lively in just one day, welcoming countless visitors with different purposes.
The rotor blades of yet another helicopter knocked down countless leaves and landed on the rapidly excavated and developed flat land, startling away a flock of birds.
Then, these new visitors began a new round of destruction and construction.
Under the crushing force of civilization, even the most ancient and enduring existence can be shattered in an instant.
This is the third day since Sanchez issued his statement.
Gou Fugui and Xie Tianlang's group finally arrived above the Amela Forest.
They spent an extra day picking up people from various bases in Huazhou, and finally managed to pick up Qin Feng, Lu Hu, and the remaining five members of the second team who had randomly landed in different cities.
At this point, the twelve-person doomsday rescue exploration team one and two of Gou Fugui's world were finally reunited. Everyone was very happy that no one died because of the mutated virus of the Golden Liquid.
When all twelve of them gathered together, the sheer strength and exclusivity of their unified team not only made the sensitive wheelchair-bound boy and the intuitive Wild Man notice their difference, but also surprised and...put Chi Yuanshan and his warriors into a state of wariness.
Chi Yuanshan pushed up his glasses.
This is not a team of retired soldiers at all.
This unwavering obedience, individual skill far surpassing that of elite teams, and alertness that is in no way inferior to his and his team's—this is undoubtedly a team of active elites.
Moreover, it is at least a national-level elite team.
Even his small team of thirteen might not be a match for this team.
So here's the question: why was he, as a member of the Ninth Special Legion of the State, completely unaware of the existence of such a team?
Who exactly are they? Are they friends or foes? Will we become their allies in the future, or do they have ulterior motives...?
Chi Yuanshan's gaze was caught by Xie Tianlang. However, this unruly werewolf, who was never obedient and too lazy to explain, turned his head to look at Yuanyuan.
Then Qin Feng noticed the watchful eyes and wariness of Chi Yuanshan and his group. He thought for a moment but didn't know how to explain the situation to these "comrades from another world" in a simple and effective way. After thinking for a while, he nudged Song Sanchuan, who was typing on the keyboard.
Song Sanchuan was confused and glanced in that direction in the same direction as his captain before letting out a sound of surprise.
Then, Song Sanchuan scratched his head and finally poked his good brother Fugui.
Hmm, at this moment I suddenly realized that their team's configuration seemed a bit incomplete, at least they didn't have a negotiation expert.
Their back-and-forth jabs left Chi Yuanshan and his team of thirteen speechless. Their complete lack of vigilance left Chi Yuanshan wondering whether he should continue to be suspicious of them.
As he waited with a blank expression for the last boy with the high ponytail to poke someone, he saw the boy with the high ponytail suddenly turn his head and look at them, then reveal a look of sudden realization.
"Oh, that's easy."
After muttering something, the young man with the high ponytail cleared his throat and looked at them with a very serious expression.
Chi Yuanshan and his team held their breath slightly, staring intently at Gou Fugui, in case he suddenly launched an attack.
As it turned out, the young man did indeed suddenly erupt—
He instantly stood up from his seat, spread his arms wide, and then shouted to Chi Yuanshan and the others with great emotion:
"Ah! I love my motherland!!"
Chi Yuanshan and the others froze, their expressions blank: "...???"
"My motherland is the place that gave me birth and nurtured me! I'm willing to go crazy for her, to be wild for her, and to bang my head against the wall for her!"
Chi Yuanshan and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths, while Qi Fei, the team member piloting the helicopter, almost created a wave.
However, the young man with the high ponytail was still expressing his feelings very emotionally: "As long as my spirit is free."
"No one can make me betray my country!"
After saying this, he met Chi Yuanshan's gaze intently: "Huazhou is my motherland."
Looking at the light gleaming in the young man's phoenix eyes, Chi Yuanshan suddenly felt it was absurd and even unbelievable.
Despite the exaggerated, poetry-recitation-like performance, he saw profound love and loyalty in the young man's eyes. He couldn't detect a trace of affectation or falsehood.
The young man smiled and reiterated, "I love my country, and I love this beautiful world."
Looking into those eyes, Chi Yuanshan found himself unable to refute them.
His gaze swept over the elite warriors beside the young man. They were smiling, but their smiles held a silent yet unwavering conviction.
We are no less than them.
At that moment, Chi Yuanshan and his team members suddenly felt relieved.
They hadn't received any substantial guarantees; it was just a statement anyone could make. Yet, at that moment, those words resonated deeply with them.
A young soldier in Chi Yuanshan's team blurted out, "I also love my motherland and the world."
They're no less capable than you.
Then, the tense atmosphere inside the helicopter suddenly softened like a gentle spring breeze.
Si Mingri, sitting in his wheelchair, watched the young man who made an exaggerated declaration of love for his country and then sat down with a grin, and suddenly felt a pang of envy and longing.
Does he love his country?
Does he love the land that gave him birth and nurtured him?
Does he love...this world?
It's probably love.
But he is probably no longer qualified to say "love" to any life in this world.
Si Mingri chuckled and closed his eyes.
At that moment, the wealthy and beautiful woman, who had just expressed her love for her country and the world, looked down through the window.
They have arrived above the Latin American forest and will be able to land soon.
However, when Gou Fugui, who was leaning against the window, saw that the forest below, which should have been lush and green like a natural emerald, had been cut down and destroyed in just two days, revealing the brown soil below, his smile slowly faded, and he silently added a sentence.
I love my motherland, and I love this world.
I love all that is beautiful in this world.
That's really strange.
At least for now, I cannot express my love to humans.
Birds in the forest cried out as they took flight.
Wild beasts lurk and roar in the forest.
The trees stand silently.
They are all watching humans.
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