The Day When Fire and Sulfur Rained from the Sky - Alvin Lin Mendoza 13

The Day When Fire and Sulfur Rained from the Sky - Alvin Lin Mendoza 13

"Hello, Mr. Mendoza," the black-haired woman picked up the coffee cup. She had an ethereal, foamy temperament and a gentle smile on her face. "How is your work recently? Have you considered my suggestions?"

Alvin seemed to hear his own voice, but also seemed not to. His heavy breathing echoed in the space.

"Calm down," the woman's soft fingers rested on the back of his hand, and the warm touch brought him back to his senses. She closed the distance between them, and the aroma of coffee filled the air. "Just nod," she stroked Alvin's jaw, tracing the contours of his face, "I'll take care of the rest."

Alvin stared at her face, and the beauty of an adult woman made him feel dizzy.

▇▇ and ▇▇ have grown up...

"It's okay," Tong Xiangwang smiled. She looked fragile and gentle. "Help me, okay?"

"elder brother."

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"How is your research going?" Rum chatted in a casual tone, "Scrooso..." His intact eye flashed a gleam, "This is a new direction..."

"The side effects are still obvious," Alvin said in a leisurely tone. He matched Rum's pace, keeping a social distance and staying half a step behind. "Different variables still need to be tried. Even with the orthodox Duchun, the side effects of physical degeneration are still there..."

Scroosol was a gift from Huiren Society to Tong Xiangwang's father, and was then given by Tong Xiangwang to Alvin for research. The winery said that Mescal took a fancy to Alvin who was researching Scroosol, and used threats and inducements to poach him from the Rex Brain Science Laboratory. When his former employer was destroyed by fire and taxes, Alvin jumped to the winery with the product.

Alvin continued his introduction, "There are people in the Soviet Union and in flower farming who have taken drugs. Although Scrosin is strictly a second-generation extract, the ingredients are somewhat overlapping and toxic to the human body. There is no stable neutralizer yet..."

But the situation of APTX4869 is similar. Alvin secretly complained that this thing was used as a murderous poison in the beginning, and only four people successfully reversed time after taking it.

"We have already investigated what you need," Rum said in a friendly manner, like a neighbor's uncle. He did not have the aura of the second-in-command of a transnational criminal organization. "It took us nearly two lines to get it. You must use it well..."

Alvin thanked him politely, and Artus walked beside him, yawning.

No mention of mezcal. Artes and Alvin bit their ears, looking nonchalant. Do you think this is an attempt to demonstrate or to show favor?

It doesn't matter. Alvin responded silently. Anyway, we are just ordinary technicians.

"Aren't you coming in?" The road to the laboratory was not unimaginably long. They had already reached the laboratory while chatting. Alvin was about to go in, but he stopped outside when he saw Rum. He was a little surprised. "Rum?"

Rum narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "No," he smiled kindly. "I'm not in the experimental group. Let professionals handle this kind of thing. I won't disturb you from your work. Goodbye."

"Goodbye," Alvin waved, "Arts is saying goodbye to you too, Rum."

The moment Alvin turned and entered, Rum looked at his figure.

There was a look of apprehension, assessment, and... a hint of fear.

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