One day later…
“Ahem, ahem ahem ahem!“
After a violent cough, Fang Linyan’s face was pale. His teeth were making a giggling loud noise. His forehead was full of cold sweat. His body bent like a shrimp out of the water.
It took a while for him to become better, then he wiped his lips with a handkerchief. Looking at the shocking black and red on the handkerchief, he put it aside and stepped into an old-fashioned residential building.
After checking the door plate, he came to the tenant on the right on the third floor. As he was about to reach out and knock on the door, the door opened by itself. The one who opened the door was a flat-headed man with a green tattoo on his neck. One of his arms was in plaster, and he said rudely,
“Boy, get out of the way!”
Then he knocked Fang Linyan away and left.
As soon as Fang Linyan entered the door, he smelled the smell of disinfectant. The floor was dirty, the furniture was messy, and everywhere were bloody toilet paper, cigarette butts, etc. However, he couldn’t see anyone here. He coughed and said,
“Is Doctor Zhou there?”
There was a sound of flushing from the toilet beside, then a pale, decadent, and thin middle-aged man came out of it. His beard was messy. It seemed that he had worked throughout the night. His eyes were deeply sunken. The white coat on him was very dirty with a few patches of blood.
The man did not answer, and he said coldly and vigilantly,
“Who told you to come?”
Fang Linyan opened his hand and said,
“Old Xia, who likes to modify car, said that I can buy some things here that I can’t find elsewhere.”
Hearing the words Old Xia, Dr. Zhou relaxed. He lit a cigarette and took a breath, then looked up and down at the thin Fang Linyan. He said impatiently,
“Did you bring money? Put it on the table!”
Fang Linyan took out 2,000 yuan from his pocket.
Seeing the money, Doctor Zhou counted it before said faintly,
“En, do you want crazy powder or happy water? I even still have wave king number 1 here, just these three, but wave king number 1 requires additional money.”
Fang Linyan shook his head and said,
“No, I want EVE (painkiller), and that kind of suction-type Hercules super nitrogen pump; EVE needs 20, and the super nitrogen pump needs 2 bottles.”
Doctor Zhou was stunned, and he said in an annoying tone,
“Are you looking for death!? EVE with Hercules will not make you high at all. It will only numb your nerves and make you unable to sleep at night! If you do this, you will get severe kidney failure in 2 to 3 years!”
Fang Linyan said indifferently,
“2 to 3 years… are too long.”
Doctor Zhou was stunned,
Fang Linyan said,
“I have advanced lung cancer. I’m not here to buy medicine to get high, but to make my day less intolerable.”
Doctor Zhou remained silent for a while before saying,
“Is it confirmed?”
Fang Linyan smiled bitterly,
“I hope not.”
Doctor Zhou didn’t say much, turned around and entered the room. Soon, he came out with a shopping bag,
“This is the cocaine that was smuggled from the Netherlands. If it is paired with the Hercules Super Nitrogen Pump, the analgesic effect will be better. But you can only take 1 capsule at a time and no more than 3 capsules per day, understand?”
After speaking, he threw the bag to Fang Linyan, then he looked at the money on the table, took a one-hundred yuan piece, and impatiently stuffed the remaining money back to Fang Linyan,
“Go, go, don’t disturb me doing business. Really…”
Fang Linyan was stunned, but he was pushed out of the door. He was silent for a while, but did not say thank you. He took a few steps, then he looked at Dr. Zhou sentimentally before turning around and leaving.
About half an hour later, Fang Linyan took the medicine and returned to his residence.
The combination of the two allowed Fang Linyan to suppress the pain of terminal cancer and squeeze out the last energy in his weakened body. This was certainly not a good thing, and it would even shorten Fang Linyan’s expected life span of only 8 months to 4 months. But at this time, what choice did Fang Linyan have?
At this time, on Fang Linyan’s desk, there was already a piece of paper with a few lines of handwriting scribbled on it. It was the information and clues he gathered. However, the sudden pain of advanced cancer made Fang Linyan stop temporarily, and he had to go out to buy medicine.
What was written on this line of paper was Fang Linyan’s analysis of Fang.
Yes, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the key to Fang Linyan’s survival was the hands of this powerful and mysterious guy, Fang. What Fang Linyan had to do was to kill him and retake the retrovirus sector injection.
This was also the only chance to survive for Fang Linyan!!
However, for Fang Linyan, killing a powerful man like Fang was simply a difficult task. Let alone Fang, for Fang Linyan, he would even be incapable of killing a chicken!
At the same time,
The changes on the pier also caused fierce turbulence in the entire underground world.
Items like the retroviral vector injections being stolen were already enough to cause shocking influence. Because this thing could be said to have surpassed the current peak technology for at least two generations. The strength of the organization that created it was extremely powerful.
The organization that could take this thing out of the secret research institute in Sweden also had an extremely huge force.
They had now lost people and the item. No one survived in the pier. Such matters of course made the whole organization enraged. They claimed to investigate the truth at all costs and get the item back.
However, as far as the information they had now, they were completely at a loss as to the identity of the assailant. Because according to many professionals who went to the scene, there were so many doubts in that battle which simply subverted their common sense.
This group of people never expected that the information about the assailant that they were looking desperately for was placed on the desk of a young man…
After taking the newly bought medicine, Fang Linyan sat down in front of the desk again. At this time, there were two abnormal blushes on his pale cheeks, and there seemed to be gleaming light in his eyes, but that energy was the result of burning his life at all costs. He began to compile the information he wrote.
With his weak body, what plan could he make?
He doesn’t deserve the silver box. I know the author pushed the plot but with two days in between and his LIFE at stake, he has no excuse.
We don’t know the purpose of the person from the phone telling him about the silver box, it might be a part of someone’s plans