Chapter 417 IBI Director, Big Shots Gather [2 Updates]
Upon hearing this, even the rescue team leader was taken aback: "You knew?"
Biochemical protective suits are graded, with D being the lowest and S the highest.
But to outsiders, Grade A is the highest.
Without prior experience in this industry, one would have no idea that above Grade A, there exists Grade S protective suits.
Even the team members were unaware of this.
The rescue team leader had to take this seriously. He had his team members take out the only S-level protective suit and hand it to Wen Fengmian, his expression becoming more respectful: "May I ask who you are?"
Wen Fengmian didn't speak. After putting on his protective suit, he finally spoke, his voice low: "Useless cripple."
Ying Tianlu was still in a daze.
He knew that Wen Fengmian had always lived in Qingshui County.
Qingshui County is a key national poverty alleviation area.
Many people living there don't have enough to eat, let alone go to school.
The Jiang family's scholarship program has indeed helped many students.
Therefore, Ying Tianlu felt very uncomfortable whenever he thought about Ying Zijin living in such a place for more than ten years.
Both Ying Tianlu and Grandpa Zhong were very grateful to Wen Fengmian.
Even though he was starving himself, he still carried Ying Zijin back with him.
However, they all thought that Wen Fengmian probably didn't have much formal education, but formal education doesn't necessarily reflect good upbringing.
Both Ying Zijin and Wen Tinglan were well-educated.
But now, Wen Fengmian casually mentioned the name of the poisonous fog that they had never heard of before, and also knew about the existence of S-level protective suits.
Who exactly is he?
Wen Fengmian had already gone inside.
Ying Tianlu then realized what was happening and hurriedly chased after him, saying, "Uncle, you're not feeling well, let me go in."
“It’s no use.” Wen Fengmian remained calm and composed. “You don’t understand DEATH toxic fog. I have antibodies in my body, and the S-level protective suit is only basic protection. It will be corroded sooner or later.”
However, only Wen Fengmian himself knew that even if he had antibodies, he would still die if he stayed in the DEATH toxic fog for too long.
That won't do.
His daughter is buried there.
He absolutely couldn't let anything happen to her.
Wen Fengmian put on the mask and went without hesitation.
He should have died twenty years ago.
It began with the DEATH toxic fog and ended with the DEATH toxic fog; it's quite a cycle.
Ying Tianlu froze on the spot: "Uncle..."
On the other side, a rescue team member took out a tablet computer and handed it over: "Captain, DEATH fumes cannot be found in the international poison database."
The rescue team leader frowned.
Could it be that he was scammed?
“DEATH toxic fog? I know.” Zuo Li suddenly spoke, his fingers clenched, and he said in a low voice, “More than 20 years ago, on a small island off the coast of China, an experimental accident triggered a serious radiation outbreak.”
"Later tests showed that there were still residual toxic fumes in the core experimental area."
"This toxic fog is very harmful to people. Even if it does not kill them immediately, it will gradually damage their organs until they fail."
"All the researchers in the core experimental area died, and this toxic fog was also recorded, but because the specific composition could not be identified, it was only known by the code name 'DEATH'."
DEATH means death.
Deadly poisonous fog.
No one can escape the deadly fog.
Zuo Li pursed her lips, her hand falling limply to her side: "It's normal that you can't find it; it's prohibited."
The biological laboratory at Imperial University has DEATH toxic fog, but only a small canister is stored there.
More than 20 years have passed, and the specific composition of the DEATH toxic fog still cannot be analyzed.
Some researchers suspect that the material in DEATH toxic fog may have originated from outer space, which is why it does not exist on the periodic table.
Zuo Li only learned about this after she was promoted to first-level professor.
Those who participated in the experiment and are still alive at the time have all remained silent about the matter.
This is the second time that DEATH toxic fog has appeared on Earth.
Zuo Li is now in despair.
Explosions are not scary; what's scary is the toxic fumes.
Even though Zuo Li didn't want to admit it, Ying Zijin was buried deep in the ruins, with zero chance of survival.
**
A thick white fog blanketed the university town, obscuring the view.
The once bustling transportation hub has now become a ghost town.
No, there's another group.
They were also wearing protective suits, their expressions indifferent, as they walked among the ruins.
The toxic fumes couldn't penetrate their protective suits at all.
On their cuffs was a clearly visible black skull logo.
It looks somewhat ferocious.
"A bomb personally made by the magician isn't some high-tech weapon," the young man in the lead sneered. "Of course, neither detection machines nor anything else can detect it."
Those bombs that can be detected by science and technology are all disguises.
Of course, it would be better if it went undetected; if it exploded, it could destroy the entire university town.
It's not a big deal if it gets demolished.
They hired so many hunters to mislead the enemy.
What really worked was the bomb they got from the "magician".
This is an alchemical potion.
Unfortunately, these bombs were very rare; they only had a few.
"Quite a few people managed to escape," another person said. "The rescue teams arrived too quickly; they've already saved everyone buried underneath. Should we continue?"
“No need. Anyway, they’ve absorbed some of that poisonous fog, and their physical condition will be a problem in the future. Besides, IBI is coming soon.” The young man pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly. “The rest is up to the hunters. Every one who dies is a blessing.”
"We really have to thank those universities for bringing together so many geniuses for us, otherwise the plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
These people circled the ruins for a long time, holding detection instruments in their hands.
There were no fluctuations in the curve on the detection instrument.
This proves that there are absolutely no living people in there.
“No signs of life.” The young man sneered. “Alright, call it a day and head back to the city.”
**
Endless darkness.
The air is dry.
The clay mixed with the smell of blood irritated my nostrils.
Ying Zijing opened her eyes slightly, her head resting on Fu Yunshen's shoulder, her voice soft: "Put me down, you'll be exhausted too if you keep going like this."
She exhausted her inner strength and rescued Zuo Li, Teng Yunmeng, Feng Yue, and the others as quickly as possible.
Then, an even more violent explosion erupted from deep within the ground.
And so, she was buried in the deepest part.
Ancient martial arts simply pushed the limits of the human body.
A skilled martial artist can indeed defend against bullets, but if a nuclear bomb were to explode, even a martial artist would die.
Not to mention, she had only been practicing ancient martial arts for a little over a year.
Although she has all the experience, her cultivation level is still insufficient.
Fu Yunshen's voice became hoarse, and his breathing became slightly rapid due to the exertion of his strength.
But instead of letting go of her, he held her very tightly.
With his other hand, he firmly pushed aside the rubble in front of him and led her uphill.
Even though blood was already flowing down his palms, leaving them mottled and dripping.
But he just smiled, his voice low, gentle yet strong: "The person I'm holding is you, how could I possibly let go?"
Ying Zijing's eyelashes trembled.
She slowly reached out and placed her fingers on his hands that were holding her.
She slowly descended, and their fingers intertwined.
In the face of life and death, it seems that only by touching something can one feel that they are still alive.
"Yaoyao, stop talking." Fu Yunshen's breath was slightly heavy. "Protect your heart meridian and don't let the poisonous fog enter your body."
As long as it doesn't invade the heart meridian, these toxic fumes can be expelled.
This is difficult with modern medicine, but not with ancient medicine.
However, if the heart meridian is invaded, ancient medicine can save the patient, but it will leave sequelae.
Just now, Fu Yunshen sensed that there were people above the ruins and also heard a few words of their conversation.
They knew they were the enemy.
So he used his internal energy to seal their heartbeats and breathing, thus evading the detection equipment.
These people have left, but it's not truly safe now.
Fu Yunshen's gaze darkened.
While using her remaining internal energy to protect her heart meridian, Ying Zijing gripped his hand even tighter: "If we're going out, I'll let you start your shift ahead of time."
Fu Yunshen's lips curved into a smile: "Okay, I'll remember."
**
Another ten minutes passed, and the people waiting outside the city grew increasingly anxious.
Under the arrangement of the city lord of the university town, the wounded and their families were sent to the nearest city.
Some of the Chinese students were also injured, but they persisted and did not leave.
Feng Yue clutched his hair, utterly devastated, his voice choked with sobs: "It's all my fault. If Ying Shen hadn't been trying to save me, she definitely could have gotten out on her own."
Teng Yunmeng didn't speak; she was still in a daze.
At that moment, the roar of helicopters overhead startled everyone.
Zuo Li looked up abruptly, her face lighting up with surprise: "IBI! It's IBI!"
The helicopter at the front stopped, the ladder descended, and a man jumped out of the helicopter.
IBI Director, Li Xinyi!
(End of this chapter)
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