MMB Chapter 1534 Come on, I'll take you home!
Chapter 1534 Come on, I'll take you home!
Zhan Ge's expression was extremely serious, a seriousness that even carried a hint of almost devout anticipation. He stared at Chen Jun, his eyes unblinking, waiting for the answer.
Chen Jun leaned against the edge of the control panel, his chest still aching slightly. Looking at Zhan Ge's appearance, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He raised his hand and gently shoved Zhan Ge: "Get lost."
He paused, then added, "I'm a renowned doctor, I don't treat this kind of thing."
Zhan Ge paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. His laughter echoed in the lab, easing the tense atmosphere. He Chenguang and the others joined in the laughter, their tense nerves finally relaxing somewhat.
"Alright, alright, if you don't want to treat it, then you don't want to treat it," Zhan Ge waved his hand, his smile still lingering. "I'll find some folk remedies myself later."
His smile faded, and his gaze turned serious again. He glanced at the doctor slumped in the metal chair—the man who had once been so confident and thought he was in control of everything, now looked like a lump of mud, with only his eyeballs still able to move slightly.
“Honestly, Chen Jun,” Zhan Ge’s voice deepened, “what exactly happened here?”
Chen Jun remained silent for a few seconds.
His gaze passed over the war song, landing on the glass cabinets, on the blood-stained workbench, and on the computer screen frozen with a countdown. Then he began to speak, his voice calm, as if telling a story unrelated to himself.
He was talking about those bio-warriors. Those living weapons that had been modified beyond recognition, lost their self-awareness, and were left only with the instinct to fight.
He described how strong they were—their speed, strength, and resilience far exceeded the limits of normal humans.
He described how the doctor—this man in a white coat, wearing thin-rimmed glasses, who looked like a university professor—had built a living hell here.
“He experimented on living people,” Chen Jun said. “Living people, our compatriots. People from other countries. Captured, tricked, bought. He didn’t care who those people were before they became ‘weapons,’ what their lives were like, or whether they had families waiting for them to return.”
His voice remained calm, but Zhan Ge could hear what was pressing beneath that calm.
“During World War II,” Zhan Ge began, his voice hoarse, “those beasts did the same thing. They captured our compatriots and used them as live test subjects. They froze to death, burned to death, and tortured them to death. Even today, there are still secret laboratories left over from that time in the Greater Khingan Mountains, and the bloodstains on the walls are still there.”
He clenched his fist.
“Damn it,” he said, his voice laced with barely suppressed anger, “after all these years, they’re still doing the same thing. They’ve changed the name, changed the location, but they’re still doing the same thing.”
He turned to Chen Jun: "How strong are those bio-engineered soldiers?"
Chen Jun nodded slightly: "Their raw strength is very strong. Their speed, strength, and endurance far surpass those of ordinary special forces soldiers. If it were just a matter of physical strength, I wouldn't last three minutes against the ones I've fought."
Zhan Ge's brows furrowed.
“But,” Chen Jun continued, his tone thoughtful, “they have a fatal problem.”
He paused for a moment: "The brain nerves were destroyed in the experiment."
Zhan Ge paused for a moment, then realized what was going on.
"You mean..."
“Their intelligence is severely impaired,” Chen Jun nodded. “They can execute basic orders and complete simple combat missions, but they lack complex judgment, flexible response, and the ability to plan independent operations. I suspect they are not yet proficient in the use of modern weapons. They can pull the trigger and aim, but tactical coordination, firepower coordination, and battlefield situational awareness… are far from adequate.”
He looked up at War Song: "But if someone can solve this problem, can bring these bio-warriors up to a higher level of intelligence, can teach them to think, to judge, and to fight like real soldiers..."
He didn't continue.
The war song completed the sentence for him: "That was an invincible army."
Chen Jun nodded.
“So,” he said, “War Song, you’re going to get involved in this.”
Zhan Ge looked at him but did not answer immediately.
"The hacker base must be permanently based here," Chen Jun said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Continue infiltration, continue investigation, and dig out all the tentacles of this 'Abyss Base.' Since they've already started researching bio-soldiers, there can't be just this one lab. There must be a much larger network behind it."
War Song was silent for a few seconds, then nodded vigorously:
"clear."
He paused, looking at Chen Jun with a hint of curiosity in his eyes:
"And what about you? What earth-shattering thing are you up to this time?"
Chen Jun did not answer immediately. A mysterious smile appeared on his lips.
"I?"
He paused, his tone casual, but every word conveyed an indescribable certainty:
"I'm going to negotiate with their government."
Zhan Ge paused for a moment: "Negotiation?"
"For the sake of national strategic security," Chen Jun said, "we must station troops here."
Meeting Zhan Ge's puzzled gaze, he added:
"This is the best time."
Zhan Ge stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly raised his thumb.
"Awesome, as expected of you. I couldn't have done something this big."
Zhan Ge's tone was filled with sincere admiration; in terms of strategic negotiations and even having children, he was truly inferior to Chen Jun.
The gap is too big!
……
When Chen Jun walked out of that building, it was already evening.
The sky was dyed a dark red, like congealed blood. Distant mountains became blurry silhouettes in the twilight, and wisps of smoke rose from the direction of a village, drifting away in the wind. The air was filled with the scent of dry earth, and a faint, almost imperceptible smell of gunpowder.
He had just stepped out the door when the two men rushed at him at the same time.
Fan Tianlei. Lao Wen.
Two people, one on each side, ran almost side by side to him, their steps hurried and their expressions tense. Chen Jun's lips twitched slightly. He stopped and looked at the two sinkholes that had arrived almost simultaneously.
"What's up?" he asked, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "You two are both here?"
Fan Tianlei took a breath and spoke first:
"Director Chen, something big has happened!"
His voice was rapid, filled with barely suppressed tension:
"The delegation from the United States has arrived in the capital of South Vietnam!"
He paused, then emphasized:
"They came to support the South Vietnamese government."
Chen Jun listened quietly, his expression unchanged.
Old Wen added from the side, "It is said that the delegation is of a very high level, led by an official of the Secretary of State level, and also includes senior military advisors. On the surface, they are here for a friendly visit, but anyone with eyes can see that they are here for us."
Both of them looked at Chen Jun, waiting for his reaction.
Chen Jun remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he laughed.
The smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but both Fan Tianlei and Lao Wen saw it.
There was no tension, no anxiety, no solemnity as if facing a formidable enemy in that smile—only a hint of anticipation.
"We're just waiting for them to come."
Chen Jun said in a light, casual tone, as if he were talking about what to have for dinner.
He started walking towards the SUV parked by the roadside. After taking two steps, he stopped and looked back at the two people still standing there, stunned.
"Come on, I'll take you home!"
"Then, go and negotiate with them."
Fan Tianlei and Lao Wen exchanged a glance, and their mouths twitched on the spot.
Holy crap.
Are you that confident?