nucmednet Chapter 542 It’s Not Too Late
Chapter 542 It’s Not Too Late
At the 319th Military Region Scientific Research Base, Jiang Shuo was pushed away forcefully by his father, who solemnly told him to leave the base immediately and head south towards the woods to find Andreas and ask him to take him home.
However, the young Jiang Shuo's heart is full of desire for the truth. He is unwilling to leave in such an unclear way. He is determined to find out the mastermind behind and resolve the crisis that has been shrouding his little dad and father.
However, reality gave Jiang Shuo an unexpected turn. He never thought that he would leave his homeland and come to a completely unfamiliar place - Paris.
Everything here made Jiang Shuo feel strange and confused. When he arrived, he stood at the door of the helicopter cabin and saw that the desolate land had no end in sight, with only a few tenacious drought-resistant green plants dotting the landscape.
At noon, the sun is scorching and the heat is unbearable; but in the morning and evening, it is bitterly cold and makes people shiver.
Jiang Shuo couldn't help but start to wonder if this place was really Paris. It seemed to have strayed from the prosperous city he knew and fell into an unknown situation, desolate and helpless.
Jiang Shuo lay vigilantly in the ventilation duct like a frightened rabbit, not daring to breathe.
His heart was beating like a drum and his ears were pressed against the tube walls, afraid of missing any movement in the laboratory.
He heard a flurry of activity inside as men picked up the jars and other items that had been damaged by his shattering.
Jiang Shuo began to think in his mind, how can he rescue his little daddy and father from this place safely?
As time passed, Jiang Shuo's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and before he knew it, he fell asleep in the ventilation duct.
I don’t know how long it had been, but a noisy sound of footsteps suddenly came, waking Jiang Shuo up from his sleep.
His body trembled violently and he immediately woke up. Then, the door was pushed open and a burst of hurried footsteps walked into the laboratory.
He pricked up his ears nervously and heard someone mumbling something, but he couldn't understand a word.
Jiang Shuo's heart was in his throat. He didn't know who these people were or what they were going to do.
At the ventilation grille, he saw his father and little dad being carried up by someone, and then those people hurriedly left the laboratory.
Jiang Shuo's face instantly became very nervous, and his mind went blank. "Oh no, where are they taking Dad and Little Daddy?"
A strong fear surged in his heart, and he had to find out what was going on.
Without time to think, he immediately crawled quickly in the ventilation duct like a little gecko.
His movements were very agile, as if he had lived in this small space for a long time.
The ventilation duct was filled with the smell of rust and dust. Jiang Shuo's palms had already been rubbed by the rough walls of the duct, and sweat slid down his chin, drawing an arc in the darkness.
When the light from the exit pierced his eyes like a sharp sword, all his muscles tensed instantly and he scurried out of the vent as agilely as a cheetah.
At the same time, the metal door of the underground entrance was making a dull roar and slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jiang Shuo's feet were like the wind, and his figure shuttled out like a ghost. The instincts cultivated by years of rigorous training drove him to move quickly and breathe evenly.
The moment he stepped out of the door, he rolled to the right with ease and hid himself steadily in a lush pine tree.
The dark green needles caressed his cheeks, bringing a slight sting, but also making him more awake.
Through the layers of branches and leaves, Jiang Shuo saw his father and little dad being put into an off-road vehicle by several people.
The moment the car door closed, the engine roared, and the vehicle kicked up a cloud of dust and sped towards the experimental headquarters building.
Jiang Shuo took a deep breath, and the internal skills in his body started to work instantly. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and he chased in the direction where the convoy disappeared like a black lightning.
In front of the experimental headquarters building, General Copley, wearing a neat military uniform, held Song Lan in his arms, and spoke in a low and gentle voice:
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry. Please be careful on the road. I will call you as soon as the base survey is completed. Please come back."
Song Lan raised her head, and a perfect smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as charming as a flower blooming in spring:
"My dear General Copley, I am the one who should be apologizing. I feel really bad for causing you so much trouble this time."
General Copley gently stroked Song Lan's hair, his eyes full of pampering: "My dear, you are always so considerate."
At this time, Blake strode over and raised his hand to give a standard military salute: "General, everything is ready, please give instructions!"
General Copley's expression instantly became solemn, his eyes were like torches: "Leave the base immediately and head to our former training camp.
There are still some supplies there, you can take shelter there for a while.
It is too dangerous for Madam to stay here. The training camp is relatively hidden and can at least guarantee your safety."
Blake saluted again, his voice booming, "Yes, General!"
Song Lan stood on tiptoe and kissed General Copley on the cheek: "Thank you, dear, we should go now."
Jiang Shuo hid behind a tree not far away, not daring to breathe. Watching Song Lan turn around and walk towards her father and little dad's car, Blakely stepped down and opened the door, and Song Lan got in gracefully.
Jiang Shuo clenched his fists silently on the tree trunk, and a storm surged in his heart: "It's really Song Lan!
Dad has always doubted her eyes, and it turned out to be true. She is Dad's biological aunt, how could she have the heart to kill Dad?"
The two cars started slowly, and the engine sounds gradually faded away. Jiang Shuo looked in the direction where the convoy disappeared, feeling full of regret.
He raised his wrist, looked at the watch-like locator, and murmured, "If I had known earlier, I would have given the locator to Dad. Now the clue is going to be lost..."
The wind blew through the woods, rustling the leaves, as if mocking his powerlessness.
The off-road vehicle bumped forward on the undulating sand dunes, and the wheels were like a boat floating on the water, ups and downs.
Blake held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the effort, and his stern profile was reflected in the rearview mirror.
As the person in charge of this escort mission, he remained vigilant at all times, his eyes occasionally glancing at Song Lan and Nie Zhenhai in the back row.
There was a tense and depressing atmosphere in the carriage, like the dead silence before a storm.
Blake looked at Song Lan again in the rearview mirror, only to see her empty eyes staring straight out the window. The rapidly passing sand and dust seemed meaningless in her eyes.
Song Lan's body leaned forward slightly, her hair swaying gently with the shaking of the car body. She was like a lifeless kite, not knowing where she would float to.
Blake cleared his throat, breaking the suffocating silence in the car: "Madam, are you worried about the bad environment at the training camp?"
Song Lan turned her head slightly, her eyes calm as water: "No, I just feel very tired." Her voice was soft, but with a hint of fatigue that was hard to conceal.
Nie Zhenhai closed his eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with him. He shrunk his neck and lay quietly, not knowing whether he was dozing off or resting his eyes.
At the same time, Mu Xiaoji, who was sitting in the passenger seat, slowly woke up from the bumps. His head was dizzy, his temples were throbbing, and his whole body was sore and weak from the effects of the drug, as if it was being bitten by insects and ants.
When he opened his eyes blearily, what he saw was Blake's familiar and hideous face.
Instantly, fear surged into his heart like a tide. Mu Xiaoji's pupils contracted violently, and his body shrank back subconsciously: "Where are you taking me?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Blake's eyes, which soon turned into ridicule: "Oh, you're awake? I didn't expect you to be so adaptable to this cytotoxic drug. After ordinary people are injected, their organs fail much faster than yours."
At this moment, Song Lan took out a disposable injection needle from her exquisite bag with an elegant movement, as if she was doing something very ordinary:
"Here, inject yourself." Mu Xiaoji looked at the needle flashing with cold light, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Mu Xiaoji then noticed that Song Lan was sitting in the back row, next to him was his beloved Little Monster, and next to Little Monster was the man filming the video.
He swallowed his dry throat and mustered up the courage to say, "Aunt, please don't be stubborn, okay? You are committing a crime by doing this, and it's not too late to turn back now."
Song Lan ignored his words and suddenly stabbed the needle into Jiang Chengyu's shoulder.
Jiang Chengyu's face was calm and peaceful. But Mu Xiaoji felt as if a sharp knife had stabbed into his heart, causing him to feel a sharp pain.
Shouting loudly: "No, I will inject...I will inject myself, please...don't hurt him!"
Song Lan pulled out the needle and handed it to Mu Xiaoji. Mu Xiaoji's hands were shaking violently, as if the needle weighed a thousand pounds.
He took the injection and slowly rolled up his sleeves. Just as he was about to inject the needle, Song Lan suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"
Mu Xiaoji's hands were suspended in the air, at a loss. Song Lan took out his mobile phone slowly, turned on the video recording function, and showed a weird smile on his face: "You can start! Haha!"
Mu Xiaoji's face became paler, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were dull. He was shaking all over, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto his arms.
Under the gaze of Song Lan and Blake, he gritted his teeth and slowly inserted the needle into his arm. As the medicine was injected into his body bit by bit, Mu Xiaoji's body suddenly twitched violently.
He pressed one foot against the front of the car painfully, his nails digging deep into the leather of the seat, and squeezed out each word from between his teeth: "Aunt, are you happy with the way I am now?"
Song Lan's expression instantly became complicated, as if Mu Xiaoji had seen through her inner secret.
She couldn't help but question herself, and then she argued: "Of course I am happy. Wait a minute, I will send the video to your father so that he can experience this excitement too."
Mu Xiaoji endured the severe pain in her body and said weakly: "No, aunt, you are not happy at all doing this.
Because... you know very well in your heart that no matter what you do, your son will never come back. You might as well let me go, and I will honor you like your son."
Song Lan's tears burst out uncontrollably, but she quickly regained her arrogant look: "Who do you think you are? How can you be compared with my Lei'er!"
After that, she quickly sent the video to Song Shijie, laughing crazily and saying viciously:
"I will just watch you die in pain like this day by day, and let your father worry about you but can't find you. I will feel happy in my heart! Haha..."
The laughter echoed in the car, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying. The SUV continued to move forward, like a giant beast, carrying a load of sin, heading towards the unknown darkness.