Chapter 88 Biochemical Boomerang
Laotian border, Mohist defense line.
Through the night vision goggles, the Song family's soldiers were charging at an uncanny speed.
Their pupils glowed an abnormal red in the darkness, their muscles bulged to the point of almost tearing their uniforms, and even after being shot several times, they still staggered forward and rushed forward to kill.
"Ammo exhausted! Repeat, ammo exhausted!" The garrison roared over the communicator, "They are simply impossible to kill!"
At the same time, in the mountainous area of northern Laos.
A hidden mine in Mojia was suddenly attacked, and the mine security camera captured a horrifying scene——
The Song family soldier who was shot staggered to his feet again. The bullet pierced his abdomen and his intestines were dragged in the mud, but he was still able to use his last bit of strength to detonate the grenade.
"Retreat! They are not human at all!" The mine manager's last communication came to an abrupt end in the explosion.
It was as if General Song's army had transformed overnight into a legion of demons crawling out of hell. The battle reports from the front were terrifying.
The suicide charge they launched caused the number of casualties among the Mo family to rise sharply. After several encounters, many of Mo Xiaohan's elite and battle-hardened soldiers had been killed by this group of "undead monsters".
The Song family's madness, coupled with their abnormal combat power, not only caused Mo Xiaohan to suffer huge losses, but also brought him unprecedented pressure.
Mo's Building, Strategy Room.
Mo Xiaohan stared at the "soldier" on the screen who was covered in blood but still twitching, his eyes as cold as ice.
This is not the fighting power that a normal human being should have.
"Abnormal excitement", "ignoring trauma", "death from exhaustion"... Ruan Xingchen's eyes swept across these shocking descriptions in the battle report, and her instinct as a medical student allowed her to immediately capture the unusualness.
"It's not that they are immortal, it's that they can't feel pain."
She pointed at a "soldier" on the screen who, despite being shot multiple times, was still crawling forward with his intestines dragging, firing, and said, "Xiaohan, look, their pupils are absurdly dilated, their muscles are contracting in unnatural spasms, and they're in a state that's completely exceeded their physiological limits... It's like... a strong central nervous system stimulant and pain-blocking effect! But no known drug on the market has such a terrifying effect and duration."
Ruan Xingchen signaled the technicians to retrieve more combat footage for a quick comparison and analysis. "Furthermore, their attack patterns became chaotic and lacked tactical coordination in the later stages, more like instinct-driven killing machines..."
When she turned to look at Mo Xiaohan, her eyes held the certainty of a medical student: "This is consistent with the characteristics of loss of rationality caused by drug overdose."
Mo Xiaohan looked at the battle report with a gloomy expression. The loss made his heart bleed, but he trusted Ruan Xingchen's judgment more. "Are you sure?"
"We need more direct evidence, but it's pretty close." Ruan Xingchen said solemnly, "Victor Berg... Berg Pharmaceuticals! He's probably 'supporting' the Song family with not only weapons, but also biochemical agents that can overdraw their lifespan!"
Mo Xiaohan immediately pressed the communicator and gave the order: "Collect evidence left on the battlefield immediately! Get blood samples or body tissue samples from enemy soldiers as much as possible! The sooner the better!"
Late at night, the Mohist special forces team sneaked into the Song family position on the tributary of the Mekong River, braving the hail of bullets to collect blood and tissue samples from the fallen soldiers.
Forty-eight hours later, the authoritative expert from Mo's Biological Laboratory handed over the test report tremblingly.
"It's a gene stimulant that breaks with conventional wisdom..." The expert pointed to the unusual peak on the chromatogram, his tone solemn. "It completely deviates from the mechanism of action of traditional stimulants. Instead of inhibiting neurotransmitters, it directly and forcibly modifies local gene sequences to activate human potential. However, this radical method makes the genes themselves extremely unstable, and uncontrollable mutations may occur at any time."
He paused for a moment, then pulled up a set of experimental data and presented it to everyone. He pointed at the "lethality rate" column and spoke in a graver tone, "Even more fatal is that this instability will cause rapid cell failure. Those taking the drug will not survive more than seventy-two hours, and currently, there are no interventions that can reduce the mortality rate. The mortality rate is practically 100%."
Mo Xiaohan stared at the report, his eyes cold and heavy: "It seems...Victor used the Song family army as a drug testing ground."
"This is massacre!" Ruan Xingchen's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger. She pulled up the legal text on her tablet: "According to Article 3 of the Additional Protocol to the Geneva Conventions, the use of biological and chemical weapons can be submitted to the International War Crimes Tribunal for arbitration. However, the World Health Organization, a contracting party, must first provide evidence."
She suddenly chuckled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "It just so happens... Dr. Hansen from the WHO owed my mother a life when he was on a Doctors Without Borders mission in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Now it can come in handy."
"Victor never thought that he killed my mother when he came to power," Ruan Xingchen sneered, "and now my mother will peel off his skin bit by bit in this way."
The next day, an anonymous email was received on the encrypted channel of the World Health Organization headquarters. The attachment contained:
1. Blood test report of the Song family soldier and autopsy report of the victim who died suddenly (liver dissolved, heart exploded);
2. Satellite images of the "zombie-like" offensive on the front lines;
The email contained a single Latin quote from the Hippocratic Oath: "Primum non nocere" (First and foremost, do no harm).
At the same time, the United Nations Human Rights Council, the International Committee of the Red Cross and The Lancet received the full report simultaneously.
Suddenly, the headline "Laos military suspected of using banned biological and chemical weapons" swept the global media.
Under international pressure, the Laotian government arrested General Song and his cronies overnight. The military seized a large stockpile of Berg Pharmaceuticals from the Song family base that had not yet been destroyed, clearly labeled "for experimental use."
The truly fatal blow came from Mo Xiaohan. The special team he sent out intercepted the "technical consultant" sent by Berg Pharmaceuticals at the Laotian border, and took the person and the experimental data back to Bangkok.
That night, Mo Xiaohan directly threw the shipping bill of Berg Pharmaceuticals for transporting medicines to Laos (transited via Myanmar), the interrogation video, and the drug data to major European media.
Berg Pharma's stock price plummeted, the G7 froze all of its overseas assets, and Swiss police raided its headquarters laboratory. Overnight, this once dominant company in the pharmaceutical industry was completely embroiled in a double siege of public opinion and law.
Northern Myanmar, Naga headquarters.
Victor Berg smashed the tenth wine glass, his gray-blue eyes filled with violent murderous intent.
The family ordered him to return to Switzerland immediately and end his "reckless game", otherwise he would never be able to inherit the position of head of the family.
"Inheritance?" Victor stared at the devastating news on his tablet and chuckled crazily, "What I want is destruction...destruction of everyone who stands in my way!"
He fiercely grabbed the throat of his trusted confidant beside him and said, "Pass on my order. The Naga tribes will advance secretly. When I return from Switzerland, activate the 'Nirvana' plan."
The confidant's face flushed and he nodded with difficulty.
"Mo Xiaohan, Ruan Xingchen...we'll see you soon."
The helicopter blades broke the silence of the night, carrying the unwilling venomous snake away temporarily.
Bangkok, also located in the Indochina Peninsula, is currently enjoying another kind of tranquility.
The bright light of the full moon filtered through the thin clouds in the night sky, penetrated through the window lattice, and fell on the two people hugging each other on the bed.
Ruan Xingchen lay on Mo Xiaohan's sweaty chest, her fingertips gently stroking the old scar on his heart, her ear pressed against his steady heartbeat.
"Xingxing, wait until Victor is completely dealt with," Mo Xiaohan suddenly clasped her fingers, the warmth of his palms making her heart tremble, "let's have the wedding."
Ruan Xingchen looked up at him, a hint of joking in his eyes: "Where? The high seas? Or the old Mo family mansion where you massacred people?"
He chuckled, turned over and pressed her under him: "Golden Triangle," he bit her lips, "where we first met."
Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, entwining the intertwined figures. The dim light shattered into star-shaped dots, rippling across the undulating backs.
No one forgets that a venomous snake in the dark has only retreated to its lair temporarily. The next time it bares its fangs, it will be even more deadly.
But at this moment, let all the conspiracies and blood be temporarily crushed between the interlocked fingers and turned into intermittent gasps.
——The world shrank to just this bed, and time froze at this heartbeat.
(It is recommended to match the background music "Take Me Down" - The Phantoms, which is sexy and dangerous.)
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