Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1682 - 797: Choices are Important_2

Chapter 1682: Chapter 797: Choices are Important_2

Number One continued to smile at them—could you really expect a guy who barely spent any time in school to understand Abe’s English?

James, on the other hand, grew even angrier at Abe’s disregard for him, and his blows became increasingly forceful.

Abe felt even more aggrieved. I’ve opened my mouth, haven’t I? Why are you still smiling like that, not stopping him? Say something!

He had no clue that the one who was beating him to a pulp, whom he mistook for a vicious brute, was actually just a technician. Meanwhile, the smiling "kind old man" was actually an unapologetic criminal.

Abe couldn’t be blamed for the misunderstanding—appearances are, indeed, deceiving. Now that Number One held absolute authority at the base, he could leisurely play the Erhu to cultivate his inner peace, looking every bit like a kindly old lord. But who would guess that this same guy had once unhesitatingly drawn his gun and shot even his own boss?

James was getting tired, but Abe, not being a pushover himself, had decent stamina and had taken care to protect his vital areas. So despite all of James’ exertions, all Abe got was a bit more pain and nothing too serious.

Looking at James’s fury, a nearby doctor grinned and said, "Why not leave him to us?"

"No way, I have to make him talk right now," James flatly refused, worried that someone else might steal his chance to earn credit. In his desperation, his words came out in the same English he had been using while "interrogating" Abe. "You don’t need to wait here. His injuries are nothing serious. I’ll make him confess, just wait..."

"Perhaps once he’s with us, he’ll start talking!" Another doctor looked at Abe "gently" and spoke in English, too.

"I’ll go, I’ll go with you..." Abe quickly picked up something from their scattered words and realized his "chance" had arrived. He hurriedly shouted out, grabbing at the opportunity like a lifeline.

These people were too cruel. The one who was hitting him looked refined but was striking with brutal precision, targeting already injured areas. Abe had figured it out: the smiling old man definitely wasn’t any good either. Otherwise, why wouldn’t he have said a word while watching him get beaten?

But these two medical staff looked much more reliable. From the professionalism they showed while treating his injuries earlier, Abe felt they were clearly different. Indeed, in critical moments, healthcare workers truly showed their ethics!

Thank the Goddess of Lanterns! Medical staff truly are angels inspired by Her divine calling...

Perhaps he could even probe these medical personnel and find out why he had been captured... This was undoubtedly a delightful misunderstanding. The thing was, the lab coats of regular scientists didn’t look much different from those of medical personnel!

James angrily kicked Abe a couple more times. Seeing this guy still refusing to respond to his questions, James finally let out a frustrated sigh: "Fine, he’s yours! But I’m coming with you until he talks!"

He doubted that this newcomer could remain tight-lipped after entering the lab.

The two doctors gleefully brightened up, waved to a lit-up spot in the distance. A couple of guys pushing a makeshift stretcher rushed over from that direction, happily put Abe on it, and briskly wheeled him away...

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Abe was incredibly moved. After once again internally thanking the Goddess of Lanterns, he kept expressing his gratitude to the "medical staff" who considerately wheeled him off on a stretcher.

From his observations, these lab coat-wearing people seemed quite respected around here. At least even the toy boy who beat him had to follow the smiling villain’s lead, but these folks didn’t.

What Abe didn’t realize was that it wasn’t that the doctors didn’t have to care about Number One’s orders; it was that everyone here understood very clearly—when doing things for the Boss, results mattered most, and the process didn’t matter much.

James sulkily rubbed his sore wrist, smirked coldly, and followed behind the doctors. His wrist had gotten twisted accidentally during the beating, but it wasn’t serious. He wouldn’t be caught dead in the lab asking for treatment from those people.

It was his first time seeing someone actively request to go to the lab. James couldn’t help but feel a bit intrigued...

Just as James predicted, Abe, who had been cheerfully saying "Thank you" all the way, started sensing something was off the moment he entered the lab.

Looking at the equipment that clearly didn’t belong in a hospital and the crowd of white-clad figures staring at him like he was a sacrificial lamb, Abe suddenly realized: maybe he had made the worst choice of his life...

The next moment, he caught sight of two beings smirking at him with schadenfreude and a faint sense of camaraderie... Half-humans.

Half-humans, as the name implies, were just half a human.

In the moment after that, as he watched the lab coat-clad figures busily preparing various tools, Abe shuddered violently. And then, he made the best decision of his life. He began shouting frantically: "I’ll talk, I’ll say everything, I’ll tell you everything..."

...

When Yan Fei obtained Anderson’s files, it had been just an hour since Abe entered the lab. The delay wasn’t because Abe wasn’t cooperative, but because Number One and company worried that he might have overlooked something.

In truth, Abe had revealed absolutely everything about Anderson, including how many times he visited the restroom each day. After all, not only was he Anderson’s nephew, he was also Anderson’s most dependable assistant. For certain shady dealings, as Anderson’s nephew, Abe had naturally been the executor.

By now, Abe saw himself as having fallen into the hands of a group of deranged maniacs. Establishing a secret lab on a farm to conduct atrocious experiments—such acts were utterly inhumane.

He wasn’t wrong to think so. Among the people at the base, aside from the initial ranch staff who were somewhat normal, everyone else had long lost touch with normalcy. From ruthless criminals to mad scientists performing feverish experiments, to soldiers wielding weapons capable of exterminating millions, it was a melting pot of eccentric and dangerous individuals.

So Abe didn’t dare hold out any longer. Even if spilling the beans meant he’d die, he would rather that than meet the same fate as those Half-humans...

...

After taking a quick look at Anderson’s file, Yan Fei planned briefly, then pocketed the information and hurried off to the next city.

As for the current revelry in the gambling city, Yan Fei decided to let them carry on.

He thought: I’ll pay them a visit when I’m in a bad mood...

And so, Helen Laurence, the beautiful journalist, was left waiting for quite some time!

At this moment, Helen’s big eyes rounded in disbelief as she watched squads of armed personnel storming towards a bank in a frenzy. She fervently hoped she’d witness something noteworthy, something that could catapult her to fame, secure her a promotion, earn her a raise, and let her become chief editor, take the top position as an anchorwoman, marry a rich, handsome man, and ascend to the pinnacle of life.

Just thinking about it made her a little excited!

The next second, the beautiful journalist couldn’t help but chastise herself mentally for being so evil. How could she use others’ misery as a stepping stone to her success? I’m so wicked!

While her thoughts wandered, the frenzied armed personnel had no time for such distractions. Halfway through their charge, they found the route to the vault had indeed collapsed. Everything within sight—whether destructible or indestructible—looked as though it had been ravaged by some monster, leaving not a shred of lootable property behind...

When they reluctantly entered the vault and gave up all hope, Yan Fei was already grinning as he rang Yang Xing’s doorbell.

Meanwhile, back at the cattle farm, Abe Sanders, battered and bruised, grabbed the shoulder of James—the very man he had just despised—with a haunted expression and asked, "What you said earlier... was it true? This... isn’t our original planet anymore?"

Still holding a grudge over Abe’s refusal to give him face earlier that night, James swatted Abe’s hand away and pointed upward: "See for yourself."

Abe Sanders lifted his head, and above the distant eastern horizon, in the whitening sky, several enormous black "bats" leisurely glided across, tracing elegant arcs through the sky...

Flying creatures, whether birds or Pterosaurs, always seemed so impossibly graceful...