Chapter 106 Bloody Charity
The mountains in northern Myanmar revealed their lush green outlines in the morning light, and Savika stood in front of the hatch of the attack helicopter.
In the valley below, a convoy of Berg Pharmaceuticals trucks snaked along a serpentine road. The trucks bore striking red crosses, and inside the containers lay a demonic potion that transformed pregnant women into "incubators."
He held the hatch with one hand and the communicator with the other. His voice came through the roar of the propellers: "Detonate."
"boom--!"
The blazing white flames of the thermobaric bomb engulfed the entire valley, and the blast wave swallowed up Berg Pharmaceuticals' transportation channel. The flames instantly distorted the air, and the evil hidden in the mountains turned to ashes in the high temperature.
Savika watched all this with an expressionless face, as if she was just burning a pile of garbage.
"Clearance complete, sir." The adjutant's voice came from the communicator.
He turned and jumped back into the cabin, sneering into the communicator: "Continue to the next one."
At the same time, the Mohist Maternal and Child Health Foundation officially launched in northern Myanmar. Medical vehicles loaded with genuine medicines and nutritional supplements drove into the Mongla slums, where doctors in white coats set up a makeshift medical station.
The station was brightly lit, and all the women who had participated in the Naga experiments were forced to receive treatment. The Mohist doctors calmly treated the uteruses that had been eroded by the drugs.
Su Lixia was clumsily holding the medicine box and distributing folic acid tablets when a pregnant woman suddenly grabbed her wrist. The woman's abdomen was writhing strangely, and spider-web-like blue veins appeared under her skin, flowing with Victor's demonic potion.
“Save…save my child…” the pregnant woman pleaded hoarsely, “They gave me a blue injection…”
Su Lixia trembled as she opened the medical kit. Suddenly, Savika's voice came from behind her: "Remember! In northern Myanmar, kindness must be wrapped in the warmth of a gun barrel."
He stuffed a Glock into her white coat pocket. "Next time someone touches you from behind, I'll make you do two hours of extra physical training every night."
At night, as soon as they returned to the barracks, Savika pressed Su Lixia down on the bed. He bit her button and chuckled, "Now it's time to practice making babies."
"You blew up three experimental sites today." Su Lixia pushed him away with a red face, "You still have the energy..."
"Blowing up the lab is just work." He tore through her last barrier, his palm caressing her belly. "Having a baby with you is the real thing."
The camp bed creaked, and the Dharma knife at the head of the bed fell to the ground in the violent movement.
"Giving birth to a child... is much harder than blowing up a Naga hideout..." Savika pinched her waist and deepened her kiss. "I've already thought of a name... Samya... It means 'blood-red like flames, flowers blooming like fire' in Burmese..."
Su Lixia clutched his arm in a daze: "If...if the child asks why we gave him this name in the future..."
"Then tell the kid." His sweaty chest pressed against her back, and he bit her shoulder blade and panted: "While Mom and Dad were making people... they were also busting drug dens in half of Southeast Asia..."
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In the days that followed, the Naga experimental sites fell one after another, their forces utterly routed by Savika's iron-blooded suppression. He stood atop the ruins, like a newly born king of northern Myanmar.
Su Lixia, learning to handle medical records from experienced doctors, now injected sedatives with a touch of Savika's agility. Pregnant women who had been deceived by the naga also found hope under the protection of the Mohist school.
Occasionally, the Nagas would launch sudden counterattacks like venomous snakes, shooting through the Foundation's sign with a cold gun, disguising themselves as volunteers to mix poison into nutrients, or attempting to attack supply distribution points, but each time they were all taken down by Savika's elite squad.
Savika even leaned against the side of the jeep and nonchalantly taught Su Lixia how to load the magazine: "Watch out! This kind of armor-piercing bullet is designed to penetrate Naga bulletproof vests."
He held her hand and pulled the trigger. The recoil knocked her into his arms. He chuckled and bit her lips lightly: "We'll practice tonight... Save people first."
Su Lixia stared at his calm profile, the sound of gunfire and shouting still ringing in her ears. But at this moment, she stopped trembling. Instead, she suddenly realized that Savika was right. To practice medicine in hell, one must first become an Asura.
In Switzerland, inside the Berg family castle, the screen was showing scenes from northern Myanmar: the Mohist medical station was bustling with people, and Savika's troops were cleaning his experimental site like a razor.
"How touching. The Dark Emperor is actually playing the charity game?" Victor chuckled at Ruan Xingchen's prenatal examination report. "Then let's experience... what true despair is."
"Prepare a special plane. I want to personally 'transplant' the little rose back to my garden." A mad undercurrent surged in his gray-blue eyes. "When Mo Xiaohan's child is born, I want him to witness with his own eyes how the child with his blood kills his own flesh and blood."
Dusk is falling in Bangkok.
Ruan Xingchen suddenly shuddered, and Mo Xiaohan immediately hugged her tightly: "What's wrong?"
"It seems... there's a poisonous snake staring at us." She murmured softly, subconsciously protecting her stomach. "I've been feeling anxious lately."
Mo Xiaohan's eyes darkened suddenly, and he gave an order to the communicator: "Upgrade all protection measures, especially the hospital where Madam is having her pregnancy checkup."
The Bangkok sunset dyed the sky an eerie purple-red, like a blood-soaked oil painting. In this bloody hotbed, new life and bloodshed were being nurtured simultaneously.
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