Chapter 999: Blowing Up the Virus Laboratory

He Yuzhu walked along, pocketing the raw diamonds as he went.

He asked the system quietly in his heart: "System, since I'll be traveling back and forth from now on, stop deducting gold; can I use this stuff to settle the bill?"

The system's voice rang out crisply: "You can. However, the quality of this batch of raw stones is average; calculated at market price, it is only enough for you to perform three space-time shuttles in total."

"Three times." Although He Yuzhu felt a bit regretful, he thought about it and felt satisfied—coming to Africa this time, he had been spending money and effort every day to save people; although he wasn't short on gold right now, constantly spending more than he earned was not a long-term solution.

After sweeping the entire warehouse area clean of stock, he conveniently visited several warehouses next door as well.

And let it be said, the things inside were truly abundant—grain, medicine, clothing, protective gear, everything one could need.

He waved his hand, and all these items were collected into his space.

Looking at the grain piled high in the warehouse, then thinking of the corpses of the starved visible everywhere by the roadside, his heart tightened: these warlords truly deserved to die.

The harvest from this trip was truly not small, totaling several hundred thousand catties of grain, plus a large amount of medicine and daily necessities.

He Yuzhu left the port with a complicated mood.

He had wanted to head straight for the epidemic area, but his heart remained preoccupied with that virus research institute near Kiev.

He worried that if those viruses were released in some place, no matter where they were sent, they would become a disaster for humanity.

He rummaged through his space to find a set of high-grade protective gear and put it on carefully and tightly.

Immediately after, he urged the system: "System, perform a space-time shuttle immediately to that small town in Kiev—Obukhiv."

Everything went black before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already in a dark and cold warehouse in the Obukhiv Laboratory.

He looked around and discovered this was a dark underground room of over a hundred square meters.

Worried about surveillance, he didn't dare to act rashly.

After looking around carefully, he confirmed there was no monitoring equipment here.

The storage room was filled with iron shelves everywhere, and on the shelves were neatly arranged rows of sealed, pressure-resistant glass bottles with screw caps.

Inside the bottles floated a pale, milky-white viral culture medium; it seemed Musa was right, what this laboratory was hiding was indeed something shameful.

He took a flashlight out from his space.

Shining it across the rows, he discovered that the labels pasted on the reagent bottles only contained strings of dull numerical codes.

He Yuzhu counted roughly, and there were over a thousand bottles.

He couldn't help but shiver, then took out his camera and photographed everything inside the underground warehouse one by one.

However, he didn't dare to collect these things into his space—if a mutation occurred, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He took two tons of Explosive out from his space and carefully installed a timer device.

Afterward, he shuttled directly back to the epidemic area in Somalia.

Not long after he left, a heaven-shaking explosion sound came from beneath the laboratory that occupied over thirty mu of land, and the surface buildings were completely blown into rubble.

Those so-called Experts also went directly to meet their God.

He Yuzhu had already driven into the epidemic area.

Of course, it took quite a bit of trouble to get in—he had joined the Red Cross medical team as a volunteer.

The reason he was able to mix into the team was because he had driven a truckload of medicine.

Following the medical team deep inside, the further they went, the more desolate the scene became.

An area of several dozen square kilometers was firmly controlled by the Youth Party.

They separated the sick and the healthy into two zones.

The patient zone was also a zone for waiting to die; apart from being given a little food and water, they basically received no treatment, and even if people from the Red Cross Association came, it was a drop in the bucket, because there were tens of thousands of patients.

He Yuzhu drove into the epidemic area following the Red Cross staff, and everyone was wearing thick protective gear.

Therefore, the local Garrison basically didn't check their identities.

Like them, He Yuzhu initially participated in treating those patients on the verge of death—most of those people had bleeding from their ears and noses, a sight too horrible to look at.

He worked while inquiring about the whereabouts of those few Huaxia people.

It took two full days before he finally found out where they were being held.

Fortunately, those few people hadn't been thrown into the epidemic area, but were placed in the refugee camp.

However, the few people from the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce were all lacking food and clothing, and their mental state was extremely poor.

Vice President Sun Bing knew He Yuzhu was from the Huaxia delegation and spoke weakly: "Thank you... thank you for still being able to come and save me..."

He Yuzhu asked: "What is their goal in capturing you?"

Sun Bing said weakly: "They are demanding a ransom, and even under the name of a 'donation', they want each of us to pay one million US dollars. If this money doesn't arrive in ten days, they will execute us and throw us into that Death Valley."

He Yuzhu looked around and said: "I don't see any mountains here, why is it called Death Valley?"

Song Qiang next to him sighed and explained: "Behind that dirt slope over there is a large crevice, bottomless. Anyway, those who die are all thrown in. They say that place is the 'Eye of the Devil'."

He Yuzhu looked in that direction—a few kilometers away, there was indeed a small hill.

A few lonely trees stood on the hill, a few tents were pitched under the trees, and the people beside the tents were all wearing thick protective gear.

He Yuzhu took some water and dry rations from his backpack and shared them with them.

He immediately asked: "Do they provide you with meals?"

Sun Bing nodded and said: "For the six of us, they give one bucket of water a day—the five-liter kind—and six loaves of bread; that counts as the whole day's food."

He Yuzhu asked again: "How many guards do they have here?"

A thin, tall young man wearing glasses rushed to say: "About three thousand or so. They are quite cunning; they don't use their own soldiers in this epidemic area, most are so-called 'volunteers' they hired—those are people willing to sell their lives for them. Their real military force is mostly ambushed on the perimeter."

He Yuzhu said: "I came in from the outside and didn't see many guards."

The thin man smiled bitterly: "Hey, in such hot weather, and with the surroundings being so desolate, if an ordinary person walked out alone, they could be baked to death in a single day. So their army only guards the main intersections and doesn't spread their forces everywhere."

He Yuzhu laughed and said: "Then can't I just take you all out directly?"

Sun Bing shook his head hurriedly: "There are quite a few of their informants among these refugees. Once we start heading out, the people over there will immediately receive the news and block the road."

Hearing this, He Yuzhu suddenly had an idea. He said: "Don't worry, everyone. In the middle of the night, I will go hijack a truck and take you all out."

Sun Bing glanced listlessly at the surroundings: "Look, those few tents are full of people watching us, at least a dozen or more. Can you handle them all by yourself?"

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Rest assured, everyone. Since I dared to come in alone to save you, I certainly have a way to get you out."

Sun Qiang nodded, half-doubting, and lowered his head to silently gnaw on the dry rations He Yuzhu had brought in.