Chapter 2959: Dead or Alive, I Want to See Them

The disappearance of the coordinate points did not necessarily mean the corresponding members of the Anti-Qing Society were dead, but it at least meant they had lost contact.

The Anti-Qing Society had extremely strict disciplinary requirements for members like Chen Zhimin who were on long-term missions abroad, and the punishment for losing contact was severe.

If it were malicious, active loss of contact, once caught, they could be executed directly. Even if they hid, it would be useless, because the poison they took had a time limit; if they did not receive the antidote by the final deadline, the person who lost contact would also die.

If it were due to their own negligence, such as forgetting to charge their dedicated mobile phones or equipment failure leading to loss of contact, the Anti-Qing Society would not let them off easily either. They would send a special envoy to punish them based on the specific circumstances. At the very least, they would have to take a poison specially made by Wu Feiyan in front of the envoy, which, while not fatal, would cause the pain of ten thousand ants gnawing at the heart.

Therefore, for those "scholars" lurking abroad, the possibility of losing their heads due to carelessness was far greater than the possibility of losing contact.

Especially Chen Zhimin; he was an extremely important piece on the Anti-Qing Society's chessboard, valued even by Wu Feiyan herself. Chen Zhimin was also very self-disciplined; since the positioning system went online, he had never had a single record of lost contact.

As for Count Zhongyong, that went without saying. He was the most loyal of the four counts to Wu Feiyan. If it weren't for some unexpected accident, he would never have made such a low-level mistake as losing contact.

It was precisely because two people who should never have lost contact had done so that Wu Feiyan felt even more uneasy.

She immediately checked the last known locations of their positioning devices on the software, only to find that the two of them had disappeared at Manhattan Hospital.

She then asked Wu Tianlin, who was beside her: "Did Chen Zhimin report his plan to you?"

Wu Tianlin replied respectfully: "Returning to the Sect Leader, Chen Zhimin did report his plan. Because that antique dealer was receiving treatment at Manhattan Hospital, he intended to sneak into Manhattan Hospital with Count Zhongyong to find an opportunity to take the antique dealer away and force the location of that antique out of him."

Wu Feiyan's heart skipped a beat, and she said: "Oh no, they likely encountered some accident..."

Wu Tianlin asked in surprise: "Sect Leader, could there be other experts eyeing that antique?!"

Wu Feiyan shook her head: "I cannot be sure, but I cannot rule out that possibility."

After a pause, Wu Feiyan said worriedly: "There is also a worst-case scenario."

Wu Tianlin asked hurriedly: "Sect Leader, are you worried that their disappearance is the same as the three counts—Count Changsheng, Count Jiangong, and Count Dingyuan—all the work of that mysterious expert?"

Wu Feiyan sighed: "Exactly. I am indeed very worried. If this is true, it proves that this person already has the strength to hunt down members of my Anti-Qing Society globally. First, saving the An family in New York, then killing Count Jiangong in Cyprus, then killing Count Changsheng and Count Dingyuan in Jin Ling, and now returning to New York... If this continues, perhaps it won't be long before they kill their way to Argentina and locate the headquarters of the Anti-Qing Society!"

Wu Tianlin said: "Sect Leader, should we go to Manhattan Hospital to investigate?"

"Go! We must go!" Wu Feiyan said decisively: "This time, I want to see them alive, or see their corpses!"

With that, Wu Feiyan instructed Wu Tianlin: "Take a taxi to Manhattan Hospital. This time in New York, do not let the Left Army Governor's Office know."

"Understood!"

New York, Manhattan Hospital.

Manhattan Hospital was as busy as any other day.

The medical staff were busy with their work of saving lives, while the security department was as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

They were anxious because two very thorny things had happened this morning.

The first was that the patient in Room 1707 was found dead in his bed this morning. The preliminary cause of death was acute morphine poisoning, and they were waiting for the police autopsy results. The hospital checked the patient's medical records; because he was admitted due to a car accident, morphine was indeed injected last night to relieve pain, but the recorded dosage was very safe and unlikely to cause morphine poisoning, so homicide could not be ruled out.

The second was that someone had died, and the staff in charge of the monitoring system this morning found some small loopholes that needed patching, so they chose to perform an automatic repair. After the repair was completed, they discovered that all the hospital's monitoring records had inexplicably disappeared.

Someone had just died, and the surveillance footage had disappeared. Not just the police, but even the hospital staff felt that this was not normal.

But it was awkward to investigate, because no one could confirm whether the surveillance footage disappeared before the system repair or during the process.

If it was the former, it was likely the work of the killer.

If it was the latter, there was a possibility of coincidence.

But besides that, there was another bizarre thing: the two family members of the patient in 1707 had both disappeared, one of whom was the famous Chen Zhimin.

Even the police were feeling overwhelmed. Chen Zhimin was the son-in-law of the An family and a typical member of New York's elite class. If something happened to him, it would surely attract nationwide attention.

Therefore, the police dispatched a large number of personnel to Manhattan Hospital to investigate and collect evidence.

As Wu Feiyan and Wu Tianlin stepped out of the taxi and were about to enter Manhattan Hospital, Wu Feiyan frowned.

A large amount of Qi surged out from her body, scanning the entire building at high speed. She frowned and said: "They are not here."

Wu Tianlin said in surprise: "Sect Leader, they both lost contact here, but they are not here. Could it be that they really met with an accident?"

Wu Feiyan withdrew her Qi and said with a solemn expression: "I just scanned the 17th floor with my Qi and found an unusually large number of people. I listened to their conversation; it seems the police are looking for clues. I suspect it has something to do with the two of them. You wait here for me, I will go in and take a look."

Wu Tianlin nodded lightly and said respectfully: "Sect Leader, please be careful."

Wu Feiyan ignored him and stepped into the main entrance of Manhattan Hospital.

As soon as she entered, she saw two police officers on duty. She walked straight up to them, looked at one of them, and said expressionlessly: "What mission are you executing here?"

The officer's soul seemed to be instantly sucked away, and he replied woodenly: "We are ordered to stand by here and wait for further notice from the on-site commander."

Wu Feiyan asked again: "What happened on the 17th floor? What are your people looking for?"

The officer replied truthfully: "A homicide occurred on the 17th floor. A patient who was sent here yesterday was found dead of acute morphine poisoning this morning. Homicide cannot be ruled out, as someone may have injected a large amount of morphine into his body before he died."

Wu Feiyan continued to ask: "What was the identity of the deceased?"

The officer replied: "He was the personal assistant of Chen Zhimin, the son-in-law of the An family."