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Chapter 1364: Chapter 1215: Miracle Arrives (Subscribe Please!)_2
Marlo’s brother was dragged up from behind.
Looking at his unconscious brother, Marlo struggled to stand and rushed over. The effects of the drugs were still in place, the pain came quickly and left quickly, and his nosebleed had also stopped, but he knew it came at a cost.
"Thud."
A punch.
He was hit in the abdomen again by the big man from before.
"Gag."
His stomach churned.
Marlo’s face twisted in pain.
"Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you," Dr. Jars signaled to his subordinate, who took out another similar syringe and injected Marlo’s brother, plunging Marlo into desperation.
This.
Was this the rhythm of sending them both to Hell?
After the injection of the drugs.
Marlo’s brother’s body jerked a few times, and after about ten seconds, he opened his eyes. After seeing his surroundings, he broke free from the man holding him and rushed to Marlo, "Brother, what’s wrong with you?"
"You..." Looking at the dense blood vessels at the corner of his brother’s eyes.
He knew.
His brother had been injected with the drugs he had researched, or rather, participated in the research of; he was only responsible for one aspect, reducing the irreversible damage and finding ways to repair it.
Now.
It had almost succeeded.
The reason it succeeded.
Was because of the addition of the Transcription Fluid from the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group, which meant the drug research was nearly successful. Together with the injection of Transcription Fluid, effective recovery could be achieved afterward.
"This time, two against one. If you win, you get ten days of survival. After ten days, we’ll have another challenger. The reward for each victory is the same; if you lose, you simply die."
Dr. Jars said slowly with a smile.
This.
Was the usual mode used by the "Organization" in other "Unlimited Competitive" types of contests.
Using life and death as a threat.
If you win.
Gain time to live.
If you lose.
You can’t even get off the stage.
It was perfectly suitable here.
At this moment, due to the emergence of Transcription Fluid, the drugs made a significant breakthrough. Marlo’s brother was almost useless now; theoretically, they wouldn’t harm their own scientist.
However.
A scientist who harbored thoughts of rebellion, what purpose did they serve in existing?
Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group.
This company.
He was very interested in it. A force from a backward country possessing such a ’treasure.’ The news of the drug’s successful research had been reported to the organization, but unfortunately, the organization’s response did not satisfy him.
They said they needed time.
Dr. Jars didn’t comment further. Attacking this company was no easy task; talking about acquisition was impossible and obtaining the production technology might be feasible.
Only.
It was too difficult.
Official methods.
Ineffective.
Private approaches.
Their people couldn’t infiltrate yet; the organization’s intention was to slowly infiltrate and see if they could bribe some people. If not, as long as they were willing to sell the Transcription Fluid, that would suffice too.
Preparation methods.
If procurement was unrestricted.
It wouldn’t matter much if they got it or not.
It was also because the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group was actively negotiating to go public in various countries, and since they weren’t unwilling to sell their secrets, the organization’s actions weren’t substantial; he even heard that the organization was considering lending them a hand.
That way.
They could obtain more Transcription Fluid.
Hearing the rules.
The two brothers looked at each other.
Nodded.
And together, they charged at the big man.
However.
The idea was beautiful.
But two fists couldn’t beat four hands, especially when the hands weren’t impaired. Marlo’s brother, although he emphasized fitness, focused mainly on fitness, not fighting. Once faced with a life-or-death battle, like now.
"Ah."
"Uh."
Two figures.
Flew out.
The big man advanced on them and greeted them with another round of beating. In just a few moments, the two were beaten nearly to the breaking point, "Bro, why is he so strong? Were we injected with something different?"
"It’s the same, but haven’t you heard? In boxing, the weight classes matter?" Marlo’s brother said with a bitter smile.
Marlo: "..."
That was really it.
Between a fifty-kilogram fighter and a hundred-kilogram fighter, even if they trained desperately, there was a gap. The big man’s weight was almost equal to their combined weight; there was no way they could fight!
This drug.
Did it also have a function to reduce intelligence?
It must.
"It seems you won’t have a chance to live till tomorrow, so, goodbye..." Dr. Jars looked at the two with a sense of regret.
"Wait," Marlo said.
"What?"
"I want to know, how did you find out about my identity?" Marlo asked.
Upon hearing this,
Jars smiled.
"Typical TV villains talk too much and die because of it. Regarding your question, I can explain it, the reason is, our Organization and the CIA have a partnership, and in some areas, they even depend on us."
"Therefore, your information is transparent to us, the identities you fabricated, were all forged through channels from our Organization, in front of us, you’re like an invisible man."
"Do you understand now?" Jars chuckled.
Hearing this,
Marlo didn’t know what to say.
No wonder.
It all made sense now.
Himself.
Like a clown.
He had added so much drama to his role, and it had lasted for years; he was truly naive. Meanwhile, the world was terrifying too. He still thought about going out and reporting to the CIA. What a joke, what a joke.
Jars then said, "Actually, if you had developed well in the CIA and reached a certain position, you would have learned about us, and we could have coexisted peacefully. Unfortunately, you gave up that route."
"Goodbye."
Jars waved his hand.
Receiving the order,
the burly man sneered.
He walked over to the two people, but as the saying goes, even ants try to survive; if he was going to die, Marlo was determined to die standing. Just as he pulled his brother up to make their final stand,
suddenly,
the ground shook.
Everyone was stunned.
The burly man stopped as well.
An earthquake?
That should be it.
Here in the Pacific Ring of Fire, earthquakes were frequent, but... that’s not right, if it’s just an earthquake, why are there sounds coming through, lots of them, those are... sounds of explosions.
At the same time,
the urgent sound of alarms rang inside the room.
Jars’s face changed.
He quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie.
"What’s going on?"
The next moment.
The content in the walkie-talkie left Jars gaping.
"Dr. Jars, emergency, someone has attacked the Experimental Base. Earlier, fifteen unmarked cruise missiles were detected approaching us from ten kilometers to the west, moving toward our location."
"Our close-defense weapons shot down fourteen of them, one broke through the defense ring and hit one of our towers, killing eleven of our people. We’re currently unsure of the enemy’s number and origin."
"Based on the intercepted images from the explosion, we preliminarily identified them as ’Tomahawk’ class."
"Quickly report to the Organization."
Jars was a bit panicked.
Damn.
Did it have to be this intense?
Fifteen missiles.
Those aren’t something ordinary people have access to.
"We’ve already reported it upwards, but, our external signal seems to be blocked, we can’t contact the Organization, the internet is down, both satellite phones and radios can’t connect to the outside world."
Over there,
the tone was also panicky.
This was clearly premeditated.
If so,
they were in danger.
Just as Jars was preparing to head back,
the walkie-talkie emitted another burst of panic: "What? Fifteen more identical offensive weapons spotted to the west?" The voice barely finished when, "There are also fifteen to the north?"
"And to the east? ... Twenty?"
"What? The interception system failed?"
"..."
Listening to the voice in the walkie-talkie,
Jars took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Being cut off from the outside and located at sea, it would take some time for the Organization to find out, but could they last that long?
"Boom boom boom~~~"
The ground,
the intense vibrations and the delayed sounds reaching, made the whole room shake. Similarly trembling were the people inside, none of whom had any experience with such a scenario.
Such a grand scheme. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
In the corner,
the Marlo brothers exchanged glances.
Could it be?
Had a miracle occurred?
In this sea area, only a state-level power could use such weapons; otherwise, ordinary forces might be able to buy various guns, but definitely not weapons of this caliber.
Haha.
Even if they died today,
it had been worth it.
