Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1680 - 796: The Reason for Being Late _3

Chapter 1680: Chapter 796: The Reason for Being Late _3

You must understand, doing something solely for money and doing it willingly are two completely different experiences!

After Abe basked in the starlight, sighing with emotion, he turned to look at the "treasure" he mentioned...

But, it seemed a bit different from what he had imagined. He expected to turn around and see adoring eyes, her being smitten and mesmerized by the depth of his thoughts...

However, in reality, what he saw was a group of burly men holding large guns, dressed in somewhat tattered clothing. Especially the one closest to him—his arm was thicker than Abe’s thigh.

It was then that he realized something was off. The surroundings seemed unusually quiet. Just moments ago, wasn’t it as lively as a carnival party? What happened to the music and the cheering?

Instinctively, he turned to look around.

Under the starlight, he could vaguely make out the desolate plains and the wild, howling winds of a barren wilderness... It felt utterly bleak.

At this moment, he was standing atop the walls of some kind of base! The direction he was facing led to the wilds.

Abe closed his eyes, tossed the bottle in his hand aside, slapped his face a few times with both hands, and then rubbed hard before reopening his eyes...

This was all too much to process. Just a moment ago, he had been in a hedonistic casino surrounded by smoldering beauties. How had it suddenly turned into a group of burly men—men he could tell at a glance were very, very bad news?

Before he had time to do anything else, a voice came from behind: "Don’t litter!"

He shivered and turned around, seeing that burly man who "looked like trouble" staring at him coldly, holding the bottle he had just thrown away.

"Hey, who are you? Where is this place?" Abe felt his brain wasn’t functioning properly. Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have drunk so much. Damn alcohol was to blame.

The leader of the group, Johnson, the night patrol captain, didn’t seem particularly surprised to see someone suddenly appear there. The entire patrol team didn’t even flinch. Earlier that day, they had already seen a group of unfortunate souls show up here. One more wasn’t exactly shocking.

So Johnson didn’t bother wasting words. He simply gestured to his men, saying, "Take him to James. Let James teach him the rules of this place."

One of the burly men stepped forward and grabbed Abe like a chick, dragging him away.

Abe, now full of questions, realized he wasn’t as calm and composed as he thought he’d be. He struggled desperately but, finding his resistance futile, began yelling loudly, "Let me go, let me go! Do you know who I am? If it’s money you want, I’ve got money. My uncle is..."

But the burly man dragging him didn’t respond, maintaining his silence and resolutely pulling him along, unmoved by Abe’s shouts.

However, his shouting wasn’t entirely in vain. In the otherwise quiet base, his voice carried far. By now, lights were starting to flicker on in many rooms, and some residents began stepping out to see what was going on.

Further away, in a small wooden hut near the cattle pen, someone awakened from sleep. Moments later, the door of the hut creaked open, and out stepped a chubby man in oversized shorts, wearing a foolish grin.

Under the light cast by a lamp at the base wall, the chubby man spotted the shouting Abe and suddenly grinned even wider. He came running excitedly toward Abe, shouting as he did, "Hey there, brother! Are you new here?"

Abe was overjoyed. Finally, someone was acknowledging him. Filled with excitement, he cried out to the chubby man, "Hello! Can you tell me where this is? Who are these people? Why am I here? Can you tell them—if they want money, I have money. Just let me go, and we can talk about anything!"

In Abe’s mind, the brute dragging him was just a lowly patrolman—beneath him. As for the approaching chubby man, surely his status was higher, and he could bypass the others and directly speak to him.

So, as he shouted, he also renewed his struggle. Seeing the chubby man getting closer, he couldn’t hold back anymore and yelled at the brute dragging him, "You bastard, let me go!"

Sure enough, the burly man, after being berated, didn’t dare answer back and obediently let go of him.

Abe rubbed his sore shoulders and wrists where he’d been gripped, then smiled as he stepped forward to greet the approaching chubby man. "Can you tell me what’s going on? Sheer, I was just in a casino—how did I end up here? Where is this place?"

"You’ve got too many questions..." The chubby man ignored Abe’s smile and instead roared at him in anger.

The next second, a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the base.

...

The so-called "upper echelon" of the base—those with smaller numerical designations—resided closer to the center. The ones stepping out now were marginal figures, and seeing the patrol team nearby, none dared intervene in 437’s actions.

It wasn’t until No.1 Coolie and his group arrived, ready to ask what was happening, that they noticed the sudden addition of another person among them.

Yan Fei waved them off. "No.1 and James, stay. The rest of you can go back to rest!"

No.1 sensibly stepped aside, but James hesitated before asking, "Boss, is he new here too?"

Yan Fei glanced at him and, after a moment of thought, said, "Yes, he’s new. In a moment, I’ll need you to question him. Let him taste some hardship first; otherwise, you won’t get much out of him later."

Being stared at by the boss, James noticed No.1’s quiet presence nearby and finally realized he shouldn’t probe further. Without another word, he obediently moved aside.

Yan Fei continued, "Soon, you and No.1 will interrogate this kid about his uncle Anderson. I want everything—details, his daily routines. When I go to his city, I want to be able to locate him immediately. Is that clear?"

After No.1 and James acknowledged the orders, Yan Fei said no more and silently observed the madness unfold.

When he saw Abe reduced to wailing and sobbing, Yan Fei finally spoke in a low voice, "That’s enough. If he doesn’t cooperate, send him to the lab."

No.1 and James answered in unison and immediately ran over to stop the "madman." "437, stop it..."