Chapter 126 Host, do you have some misunderstanding about non-lethal?
On the island, Gu Baobao was unaware that a conspiracy in the provincial capital had quietly unfolded like a spider web.
She is in the space, carrying out another preparation.
On the workbench of the villa's laboratory, there were several small glass bottles and a pile of strange and unusual medicinal herbs.
[Host, are you trying to concoct poison?]
Defu's voice sounded a little weak.
【We operate on a merit-based system; this kind of thing doesn't apply here…】
Who said I was going to make poison?
Without looking up, Gu Baobao was carefully mixing a pale yellow powder with some kind of transparent viscous liquid. "I'm making a non-lethal self-defense spray."
[...That sounds even scarier!]
Deford looked at the liquid that, after mixing, began to emit a slightly pungent odor.
What happens if this stuff gets on a person?
Nothing will happen.
Gu Baobao picked up a palm-sized, makeshift spray can made from a bamboo tube and carefully poured the mixed liquid into it.
"At most, it will cause severe eye pain and tearing, burning cough in the respiratory tract, itchy and swollen skin, and temporary loss of mobility..."
Yes, there might be some diarrhea. It will last about two to four hours, depending on the dosage and individual constitution.
System Defu:
[...This is what you call "nothing will happen"? Host, do you have some misunderstanding about non-lethal?]
"It won't kill you, nor will it leave any permanent damage, so how can it not be considered non-fatal?"
Gu Baobao was self-righteous and confident.
This is called enhanced pepper spray, specifically designed to deal with those with ill intentions who want to get close to me. Who told them to be so malicious? They brought it on themselves.
As she spoke, she added something else to the liquid—a few drops of diluted spiritual spring water.
Adding a tiny bit of this ensures stable efficacy, rapid onset, and quick metabolism of the medication. This is to prevent any serious complications.
She explained, then sealed the spray can and shook it.
A slight "rustling" sound came from the jar.
Gu Baobao put it aside with satisfaction and began processing several other medicinal herbs.
This time, she used a more covert contact agent:
It is made into a colorless and odorless powder and packaged in a thin oil paper bag.
[Sprinkle this on doorknobs, windowsills, or anywhere I think might have been disturbed.]
She spoke to Defu as she operated the machine.
[Upon skin contact, it causes localized numbness and intense itching. There's no antidote, and you have to endure it for hours. It's impossible to wash off; it seeps in with sweat.]
Defu was completely speechless:
[Host, are you a doctor or...?]
What's wrong with the doctor?
Gu Baobao raised an eyebrow.
Can't doctors have some self-protection measures? I'm just using my professional knowledge to prevent problems before they arise. Am I supposed to give a bad guy a couple of injections and try to reason with him after he gets close to my bedside?
She made several packets of powder and carefully stored them away.
Finally, she took out the description of the Crisis Intuition passive skill she had redeemed and read it again.
[Defu, with this skill, how strong would my premonition be if I were in danger?]
According to system records, initial crisis intuition usually manifests as: palpitations, eyelid twitching, inexplicable unease, and inability to concentrate.
The sensing range is approximately within a 15-meter radius centered on you, targeting strong malicious intent or direct physical danger to you.
However, please note that if the other party is well-hidden, or their malice is not 'direct' enough, it may not trigger.
Fifteen meters...that's enough.
Gu Baobao calculated, "That's enough time for me to react, pull out my spray, or run away."
She left the space and returned to her room.
He tucked the spray can into the inner lining of his cloth bag, and hid the powder packets in small, concealed pockets in his cuffs, collar, and heels.
These were altered a few days ago by Gu Dongguo, who asked his sister-in-law in the family compound who knew how to sew.
Only after doing all this did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Multiple layers of insurance.
Fake data used for phishing, real formulas hidden, self-defense drugs on hand, a crisis instinct warning system, plus Lu Zhanming and his hidden security detail...
If she can still be taken advantage of even after all this, then she'll accept it.
In the afternoon, Lu Zhanming returned with a detailed attendance list for the open class.
The two huddled together, studying the matter.
The list is long and the handwriting is varied.
Most of them are familiar military unit numbers and personnel names.
"here."
Gu Baobao pointed to a name.
"Wang Zhenhua, a driver in the logistics department's transportation team. He attended the lecture twice."
Lu Zhanming glanced at the record:
"It's reasonable for a transport team driver to attend a battlefield first aid course. His reason for signing up is that he often drives and may encounter emergencies on the road, so he wants to learn some first aid knowledge."
"The reason is reasonable."
Gu Baobao pointed to another one.
"Liu Xiulan, a resident of the family compound, won the spot by drawing lots. But she left the venue for twenty minutes in the middle, saying that her child was making a fuss about going home."
"I've verified that."
Lu Zhanming said,
“She does have a three-year-old son. Her mother-in-law came to visit the child that day, but the child was shy and cried a lot. Her neighbor can testify that she went back for twenty minutes.”
Gu Baobao nodded and continued reading.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on a name.
"Zhao Tiezhu..."
She read it aloud softly.
"A soldier from the 1st Company of the Artillery Battalion. The handwriting on the sign-in sheet... looks familiar."
Lu Zhanming immediately became alert:
"You've seen him?"
Gu Baobao frowned as she recalled:
"Last time in the auditorium, when I was surrounded by people asking questions, it seems... there was a soldier who squeezed at the back of the crowd and watched me from afar for a long time."
He wasn't tall, but he was stocky, and had a scar on his left eyebrow. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now that I think about it, his eyes... didn't seem like curiosity, but more like he was confirming something.
"Zhao Tiezhu..."
Lu Zhanming quickly searched through the files and his memory.
“I remember now. He was transferred from a brother unit last year. His performance was average, nothing outstanding, but he also had no blemishes.”
The file states... "My hometown was flooded, and I had no one left at home, so I enlisted in the army."
"It's so clean."
Gu Baobao and Lu Zhanming exchanged a glance and spoke at the same time.
Sometimes, an ordinary background can be the best disguise.
"I'll have someone secretly investigate this Zhao Tiezhu."
Lu Zhanming said in a deep voice,
"In the list of open classes, there are three others who left for more than fifteen minutes in the middle. I have marked them all and will check them together."
"Be careful, don't alert them."
Gu Baobao reminded me.
"clear."
At this moment, Zhang Xiaobing's voice came from outside the courtyard:
"Expert Gu! Commander Lu! Comrade Huo Zheng asked me to inform you that the transportation to the provincial capital is arranged, and we'll depart at 5 a.m. tomorrow. We've already made contact with the provincial military region, and the pharmaceutical factory is ready!"
Gu Baobao and Lu Zhanming exchanged a glance.
My trip to the provincial capital is finally about to begin.
They all knew that this trip would likely not be peaceful.
Gu Dongguo came out of the house leaning on his cane, his face full of worry:
"Baby, you must be careful. The provincial capital is a mixed bag."
Don't worry, bro.
Gu Baobao smiled and patted her cloth bag.
"I am prepared."
She didn't say it explicitly, but Gu Dongguo felt somewhat relieved seeing his sister's calm and composed demeanor.
Lu Zhanming whispered a few words to Zhang Xiaobing, telling him to check the vehicle again early the next morning.
Night falls.
Gu Baobao lay in bed, but did not fall asleep immediately.
She mentally rehearsed the possible scenarios and checked her preparations for any loopholes.
Spiritual spring water, self-defense spray, contact powder, decoy bait, crisis instinct...
That should be enough, right?
She closed her eyes, trying to relax.
Tomorrow will be a new battlefield.
Meanwhile, in that bungalow in the provincial capital, Su Xiaoyu was facing a broken mirror, practicing how to casually mention Gu Baobao's treasured recipe hidden at home.
Chen Yongkang sat in the darkness, quietly wiping an old-fashioned razor blade, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
In the more distant country of F, the file about Gu Baobao was opened again, next to which was a simple floor plan of the provincial capital's No. 1 pharmaceutical factory, with a corner lightly circled in red.
The wind blows from all directions.
It carries the warning of the island's salty dampness, the corrupt calculations of the provincial capital, and the cold greed of the distant West.
Gu Baobao's trip to the provincial capital was destined to be more than just a simple technical guidance session.
The trap she set herself will quietly await the first prey to step into it in the darkness.
The night is still long.
But the moment of dawn's departure is drawing ever closer, second by second.
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