"No! Hong Kong Island is now a severely affected area. It's too dangerous. Why are you going there to cause trouble?"
Qingshan hung up the phone and looked calmly into Luo Wenyuan's eyes, his tone calm and firm:
"Even if Zhan Feng hadn't asked for help, I was prepared to go to Hong Kong Island with you, and Uncle Bai agreed. If the virus was truly created by Seriek, then I'm the person most likely to find the antidote! You've seen how events unfolded over the past day and night. The virus is incredibly contagious. Every day's delay in finding an antidote will result in hundreds of lives lost. Let's not waste time on meaningless arguments, okay? I promise, once we get to Hong Kong Island, I'll follow your lead on everything, okay?"
Luo Wenyuan wanted to say "no," but his throat felt blocked and he couldn't say a word. He knew Chen Qingshan was telling the truth. She might be the only hope for finding the antidote. Was she really only fifteen? Luo Wenyuan asked himself: at fifteen, he hadn't been as calm and decisive as Chen Qingshan.
He gently hugged the girl's soft body, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said sullenly, "Little bastard, remember what you said, and follow my instructions! Come on, I'll take you to choose equipment!"
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A small military transport plane was flying over China, heading towards Hong Kong Island. Luo Wenyuan and Liu Zhilong were in the cockpit, and the others were resting in the cabin.
Qingshan sat in the spacious and comfortable space capsule seat, playing with the new weapon he got from Qilin.
Twelve black blades, as thin as a cicada's wing, were neatly arranged in a palm-sized box. The blades were only three inches long, pointed at both ends, wide in the middle, and sharpened on both sides, true scalpels. Designed specifically for psychics, the blades were made of a special material that Qingshan thought resembled resin, but with a hardness close to that of fine steel, and their sharpness rivaled that of surgical blades.
When Qingshan saw the set of flying knives in the armory, she was immediately drawn to them. They seemed tailor-made for her. She infused them with spiritual energy, directing the scimitars in a series of intricate patterns, deliberately playing tricks as she flew them close to Luo Wenyuan. Unfortunately, Colonel Luo wasn't easily frightened. Instead, he stared at her with eyes gleaming, unable to conceal his amazement.
The other weapon Qingshan chose was a spray gun. Ever since the last fight with Leibei and Batur, Qingshan felt more and more that poisons and anesthetics were extremely powerful in close combat. He had long wanted a weapon that could spray powder. He didn't expect that Qilin actually had one ready-made, which surprised Qingshan.
Luo Wenyuan explained to her that each team had several support members who provided medical or food support for the mission. These psychics were mostly wood or water-based, and their main weapon was a spray gun.
Qingshan filled several jet bags with datura pollen and a more powerful anesthetic powder she prepared herself, and put them into the space for use.
Lei Bei's hairstyle has returned to normal. His hair is naturally curly and chestnut-colored. With his baby face, he looks like a cute little boy. Perhaps Lei Bei himself finds his appearance unintimidating, so he tries to style himself in a heavy metal punk style whenever he gets the chance.
Before Lei Bei left to look for Luo Wenyuan, he saw the boss lying on the legs of the little beauty, sleeping soundly, which shocked Lei Bei so much that his eyes fell to the ground. From the moment he got on the plane, Lei Bei was scratching his head and looking for an opportunity to get Qingshan to talk.
Seeing that the little beauty had finally packed up her new weapon, he quickly sat down opposite Qingshan and smiled at her with interest.
"Haha, little beauty, you—are quite familiar with our boss?"
Qingshan was often interrogated by Li Lulu and the others. Looking at Lei Bei's expression, he knew he was about to gossip about him and Luo Wenyuan. He smiled and threw the question back to him:
"What do you think?"
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