Chapter 1682: Chapter 797: Choices are Important_2
Number One continued to smile at them—could you really expect a guy who barely spent any ti in school to understand Abe’s English?
Jas, on the other hand, grew even angrier at Abe’s disregard for him, and his blows beca increasingly forceful.
Abe felt even more aggrieved. I’ve opened my mouth, haven’t I? Why are you still smiling like that, not stopping him? Say sothing!
He had no clue that the one who was beating him to a pulp, whom he mistook for a vicious brute, was actually just a technician. anwhile, the smiling “kind old man” was actually an unapologetic criminal.
Abe couldn’t be blad for the misunderstanding—appearances are, indeed, deceiving. Now that Number One held absolute authority at the base, he could leisurely play the Erhu to cultivate his inner peace, looking every bit like a kindly old lord. But who would guess that this sa guy had once unhesitatingly drawn his gun and shot even his own boss?
Jas was getting tired, but Abe, not being a pushover himself, had decent stamina and had taken care to protect his vital areas. So despite all of Jas’ exertions, all Abe got was a bit more pain and nothing too serious.
Looking at Jas’s fury, a nearby doctor grinned and said, “Why not leave him to us?”
“No way, I have to make him talk right now,” Jas flatly refused, worried that soone else might steal his chance to earn credit. In his desperation, his words ca out in the sa English he had been using while “interrogating” Abe. “You don’t need to wait here. His injuries are nothing serious. I’ll make him confess, just wait…”
“Perhaps once he’s with us, he’ll start talking!” Another doctor looked at Abe “gently” and spoke in English, too.
“I’ll go, I’ll go with you…” Abe quickly picked up sothing from their scattered words and realized his “chance” had arrived. He hurriedly shouted out, grabbing at the opportunity like a lifeline.
These people were too cruel. The one who was hitting him looked refined but was striking with brutal precision, targeting already injured areas. Abe had figured it out: the smiling old man definitely wasn’t any good either. Otherwise, why wouldn’t he have said a word while watching him get beaten?
But these two dical staff looked much more reliable. From the professionalism they showed while treating his injuries earlier, Abe felt they were clearly different. Indeed, in critical monts, healthcare workers truly showed their ethics!
Thank the Goddess of Lanterns! dical staff truly are angels inspired by Her divine calling…
Perhaps he could even probe these dical personnel and find out why he had been captured… This was undoubtedly a delightful misunderstanding. The thing was, the lab coats of regular scientists didn’t look much different from those of dical personnel!
Jas angrily kicked Abe a couple more tis. Seeing this guy still refusing to respond to his questions, Jas finally let out a frustrated sigh: “Fine, he’s yours! But I’m coming with you until he talks!”
He doubted that this newcor could remain tight-lipped after entering the lab.
The two doctors gleefully brightened up, waved to a lit-up spot in the distance. A couple of guys pushing a makeshift stretcher rushed over from that direction, happily put Abe on it, and briskly wheeled him away…
“Thank you, thank you very much!” Abe was incredibly moved. After once again internally thanking the Goddess of Lanterns, he kept expressing his gratitude to the “dical staff” who considerately wheeled him off on a stretcher.
From his observations, these lab coat-wearing people seed quite respected around here. At least even the toy boy who beat him had to follow the smiling villain’s lead, but these folks didn’t.
What Abe didn’t realize was that it wasn’t that the doctors didn’t have to care about Number One’s orders; it was that everyone here understood very clearly—when doing things for the Boss, results mattered most, and the process didn’t matter much.
Jas sulkily rubbed his sore wrist, smirked coldly, and followed behind the doctors. His wrist had gotten twisted accidentally during the beating, but it wasn’t serious. He wouldn’t be caught dead in the lab asking for treatnt from those people.
It was his first ti seeing soone actively request to go to the lab. Jas couldn’t help but feel a bit intrigued…
Just as Jas predicted, Abe, who had been cheerfully saying “Thank you” all the way, started sensing sothing was off the mont he entered the lab.
Looking at the equipnt that clearly didn’t belong in a hospital and the crowd of white-clad figures staring at him like he was a sacrificial lamb, Abe suddenly realized: maybe he had made the worst choice of his life…
The next mont, he caught sight of two beings smirking at him with schadenfreude and a faint sense of camaraderie… Half-humans.
Half-humans, as the na implies, were just half a human.
In the mont after that, as he watched the lab coat-clad figures busily preparing various tools, Abe shuddered violently. And then, he made the best decision of his life. He began shouting frantically: “I’ll talk, I’ll say everything, I’ll tell you everything…”
…
When Yan Fei obtained Anderson’s files, it had been just an hour since Abe entered the lab. The delay wasn’t because Abe wasn’t cooperative, but because Number One and company worried that he might have overlooked sothing.
In truth, Abe had revealed absolutely everything about Anderson, including how many tis he visited the restroom each day. After all, not only was he Anderson’s nephew, he was also Anderson’s most dependable assistant. For certain shady dealings, as Anderson’s nephew, Abe had naturally been the executor.
By now, Abe saw himself as having fallen into the hands of a group of deranged maniacs. Establishing a secret lab on a farm to conduct atrocious experints—such acts were utterly inhumane.
He wasn’t wrong to think so. Among the people at the base, aside from the initial ranch staff who were sowhat normal, everyone else had long lost touch with normalcy. From ruthless criminals to mad scientists performing feverish experints, to soldiers wielding weapons capable of exterminating millions, it was a lting pot of eccentric and dangerous individuals.
So Abe didn’t dare hold out any longer. Even if spilling the beans ant he’d die, he would rather that than et the sa fate as those Half-humans…
…
After taking a quick look at Anderson’s file, Yan Fei planned briefly, then pocketed the information and hurried off to the next city.
As for the current revelry in the gambling city, Yan Fei decided to let them carry on.
He thought: I’ll pay them a visit when I’m in a bad mood…
And so, Helen Laurence, the beautiful journalist, was left waiting for quite so ti!
At this mont, Helen’s big eyes rounded in disbelief as she watched squads of ard personnel storming towards a bank in a frenzy. She fervently hoped she’d witness sothing noteworthy, sothing that could catapult her to fa, secure her a promotion, earn her a raise, and let her beco chief editor, take the top position as an anchorwoman, marry a rich, handso man, and ascend to the pinnacle of life.
Just thinking about it made her a little excited!
The next second, the beautiful journalist couldn’t help but chastise herself ntally for being so evil. How could she use others’ misery as a stepping stone to her success? I’m so wicked!
While her thoughts wandered, the frenzied ard personnel had no ti for such distractions. Halfway through their charge, they found the route to the vault had indeed collapsed. Everything within sight—whether destructible or indestructible—looked as though it had been ravaged by so monster, leaving not a shred of lootable property behind…
When they reluctantly entered the vault and gave up all hope, Yan Fei was already grinning as he rang Yang Xing’s doorbell.
anwhile, back at the cattle farm, Abe Sanders, battered and bruised, grabbed the shoulder of Jas—the very man he had just despised—with a haunted expression and asked, “What you said earlier… was it true? This… isn’t our original planet anymore?”
Still holding a grudge over Abe’s refusal to give him face earlier that night, Jas swatted Abe’s hand away and pointed upward: “See for yourself.”
Abe Sanders lifted his head, and above the distant eastern horizon, in the whitening sky, several enormous black “bats” leisurely glided across, tracing elegant arcs through the sky…
Flying creatures, whether birds or Pterosaurs, always seed so impossibly graceful…
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