8mi Chapter 189 The Kidnapper's Self-Cultivation
Chapter 189 The Kidnapper's Self-Cultivation
"How much longer until we reach our destination?" the doctor asked without turning his head.
A team member responsible for monitoring immediately reported: "Report, according to the locator signal we implanted in his brother's phone, the target vehicle has entered the western suburbs and is expected to arrive in fifteen minutes. The speed is stable at 80 kilometers per hour, with no signs of acceleration or deceleration, and the driving route... is very strange."
"Strange?" The doctor stopped wiping.
"Yes, he didn't take the shortest main road, but instead detoured onto an abandoned industrial transport line. And... according to the traffic system, every intersection he passed through had a green light." The team member's voice carried a hint of confusion.
Upon hearing this, the doctor's lips curled into a slight smile.
"Interesting. It seems our 'patient' is even more interesting than the files describe. He's telling us, in his own way, that he's seen through the trap and... gladly accepted the invitation."
He turned around and looked at the restless Wang Jinghui, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.
"Mr. Wang, your brother doesn't seem to care much about your safety."
Wang Jinghui's face paled, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "He...that's just his personality, cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He will definitely come."
"I hope so," the doctor said calmly. "You have to understand that our cooperation is based on your brother's 'value.' If he doesn't come, or if he comes but causes us significant losses, then the gene therapy we promised may have to be replaced by something else... a more direct 'biological experiment.'"
These words made Wang Jinghui's body tremble uncontrollably.
He knew these people weren't joking.
He had witnessed firsthand how they dealt with a "incompetent" accomplice—who ended up as a writhing, foul-smelling pool of protein.
Outside the pump house, snipers were already in position, and infrared-sensing landmines had been deployed.
The entire cement plant was a giant animal trap tailor-made for Wang Minyu.
"Attention all units, target vehicle has come into view. It's a... Wuling Hongguang?" The sniper's voice came through the communicator, tinged with obvious surprise.
The doctor walked to the monitor screen and watched as the van with the slogan "Renxin Pharmacy, specializing in curing all kinds of injustices" printed on its body slowly drove into the cement factory gate. He raised an eyebrow with interest.
"It seems our patient has quite a sense of humor."
……
Meanwhile, inside a Wuling Hongguang vehicle.
Wang Minyu sat in the passenger seat, holding his precious teacup, looking as relaxed as if he were on a spring outing.
Guan Shan, driving, remained expressionless, but the veins on his hands gripping the steering wheel were bulging, revealing his inner fighting spirit.
Inside the back of the truck, Su Qing was operating a tablet computer, which displayed a 3D model of the entire cement plant, transmitted back in real time by Zero.
The location of every enemy, every surveillance camera, and even every landmine was clearly marked.
"Boss, there are twelve armed men and three snipers in total, positioned on the top of silos three, seven, and eleven. There are twelve pressure sensors on the outside. There is a heat source signal inside the pump room. There are five people, three of whom have stable vital signs, and the other two... have extremely high heart rates and adrenaline levels, so they should be hostages." Su Qing quickly reported the situation.
"Send the sniper's location to Pierre," Wang Minyu instructed.
"receive."
On a hillside a kilometer away from the cement plant, Pierre lay prone in the grass. In front of him was not a sniper rifle, but a large, modified drone used to spray pesticides on crops.
The drone's storage tank didn't contain pesticides, but rather a concentrated version of "the sage's soup," which he named "Gloomy Sunday."
This "Ghost Umbrella" extract, which has been irradiated by "living jade," can block the stress response of the cerebral cortex within three seconds when it is inhaled after being atomized under high pressure. This causes the person to instantly lose their desire to attack and fall into a deep philosophical contemplation of "Who am I? Where am I? What is the end of the universe?"
The side effect is that after the effect ends, you will experience uncontrollable drooling for half an hour.
"Little ones, are you ready to enjoy your afternoon tea?" Pierre blew a kiss to the drone camera.
The Wuling Hongguang stopped 100 meters away from the pump house.
Wang Minyu pushed open the car door and got out alone.
He was still wearing that faded white coat and still holding that stainless steel tea mug, as if he wasn't there to face a life-or-death crisis, but rather to make rounds at the community hospital.
"Good afternoon, friends from Organization S." Wang Minyu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the cement plant through a miniature megaphone. "Patient Wang Minyu is here for his consultation. I wonder which specialist gave me the diagnosis?"
The iron door to the pump room creaked open.
The man codenamed "Doctor" emerged with four of his men.
He looked at Wang Minyu, who was all alone, and clapped his hands.
"Dr. Wang, I've heard so much about you. Let me introduce myself. You can call me 'Doctor.' I'm an attending physician in the medical department of Organization S..."
"Oh? A fellow professional." Wang Minyu looked him up and down, then shook his head. "Unfortunately, you're not very good at your job."
"How do you know?" the doctor asked with great interest.
"Observation," Wang Minyu pointed to his own eyes. "Look at you, your eyelids are swollen, the whites of your eyes are cloudy and bloodshot, and your lips are purple. This is typical of overworking your brain, causing blood deficiency, and also accompanied by liver yang hyperactivity. Have you been experiencing frequent dizziness and tinnitus lately, night sweats, and... your temper is becoming increasingly irritable, and you have a morbid fascination with bloody and distorted things?"
The doctor's smile froze for the first time.
Every word Wang Minyu spoke was like a precise scalpel, dissecting the facade he was so proud of.
As a core researcher of the organization, he had long been in contact with those contaminated experimental subjects, and his mind had indeed been eroded to the point of collapse.
"It seems my patient is quite adept at turning the tables." The doctor took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "However, before I examine you, please get your illness treated first."
He snapped his fingers.
A faint, sweet fragrance suddenly filled the air around us.
Wang Minyu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He activated his [Aura Observation] skill and discovered countless pink spores, almost invisible to the naked eye, floating in the air.
These spores were rushing toward his mouth and nose.
"This is our latest 'empathy spore'," the doctor said, admiring Wang Minyu's reaction as if introducing his masterpiece. "After inhaling it, you will experience a deep emotional resonance with your parents. You will feel all their fear, despair, and pain at that moment. I think that feeling should be enough to help you make the 'right' choice."
He believed that no one could resist this kind of spiritual attack that originated from the depths of their blood. Even the most hard-hearted person would be melted.
However, Wang Minyu simply stood there quietly, letting the spores burrow into his body.
one second.
two seconds.
Five seconds.
His expression remained unchanged. He even seemed a little bored and yawned.
"That's it?" Wang Minyu asked in a disappointed tone. "I thought it was some high-end stuff. The hallucinogenic effect of this stuff isn't even as good as Pierre's burnt bread."
The doctor's pupils suddenly contracted.
This is impossible! "Empathy Spores" are his most perfect creation; even the most determined agent would have their mind broken within three seconds! Why are they completely useless on this person?
He had no idea that Wang Minyu had severed all mental ties with those two people the moment he was abandoned.
His feelings for his parents were not hatred or resentment, but a pure, unadulterated "nothingness".
Blank.
You can't get a colorblind person to empathize with a colorful painting.
"It seems your medicine has expired." Wang Minyu shook the teacup in his hand. "Well then, it's my turn to write you a prescription."
He unscrewed the lid of the teacup.
A peculiar aroma, indescribable and a mixture of rich fermented black bean flavor, aged medicinal herbs, and a hint of metallic sweetness, wafted from the teacup.
"This is my specially made 'Resurrection Soup' PLUS version, which is effective in treating all kinds of indigestion and can also treat brainstem deficiency."
After Wang Minyu finished speaking, he suddenly splashed the dark brown liquid in the teacup onto the ground.
The moment the liquid hit the ground, it did not seep into the soil, but instead, like a living thing, it quickly condensed into countless black mycelia, thinner than a hair.
These mycelia spread wildly along the ground at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye, reaching the doctor and his men behind him.
"Let's do it!"
The doctor's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sternly.
His four men behind him immediately raised their guns, but it was too late.
Just as they were about to pull the trigger, a loud, high-pitched, and extremely penetrating suona sound suddenly rang out from all directions of the cement plant.
The piece of music is "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
No, that's not right. It's a heavily modified, heavy metal rock version of "Song of the Phoenix".
The sound was like it could drill directly into a person's skull and turn their brain into a porridge.
The high-frequency sound waves caused excruciating pain in everyone's eardrums, instantly plunging them into mental chaos.
At the same time, three brilliant, melancholic purple fireworks burst open from the tops of the three silos.
Pierre's "afternoon tea" has arrived.