With Chen Chen's approval, the helicopter was ready. Qian Wenhuan went directly to the top floor, boarded the plane, and immediately flew to Windhoek.
More than an hour later, Qian Wenhuan met the police officer Hodge, who was now living in the intensive care unit and had been burned all over his body.
Through the glass, Qian Wenhuan, accompanied by the hospital director, silently looked at the brightly lit intensive care unit. There was only a person wrapped like a mummy lying inside.
And because his hands and feet were burnt, the man's arms and legs had been amputated. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't even be able to tell that there was a person on the bed.
"Mr. Qian, this patient is Hodge."
At this time, the director of Windhoek Hospital accompanied Qian Wenhuan and sighed, "He has been here for half a month and is struggling with death almost every day. To be honest, he can survive until now. It’s already a miracle.”
"Is there no hope for a cure on your side?"
Qian Wenhuan looked inside the glass window with a calm expression.
"No, the patient's wound began to deteriorate a few days ago."
The dean shook his head, "His external defense system has completely collapsed. His trachea and lungs have been damaged, and his internal defense system has begun to reach the brink of collapse. It's basically just a matter of one or two days. No one can Bring him back from death."
Qian Wenhuan glanced at the other party, but the dean pretended not to know and just laughed and said, "What are you going to do, Mr. Qian?"
"I would like to meet Huo Qi's family members and ask Mr. Dean to introduce them."
Qian Wenhuan said solemnly.
"Well..."
The dean hesitated for a while and looked embarrassed, "It may not be good on my side. After all, this is the patient's privacy. As a company, if..."
Before he finished speaking, Qian Wenhuan looked directly at the secretary behind him. The secretary nodded, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and then said, "Mr. Qian, Huo Qi's father is on his way to the hospital now. There are still three minutes left." Get there."
"Let's go to the first floor to meet him."
Qian Wenhuan turned around and left, leaving only the dean and a group of doctors standing outside the intensive care unit with a gloomy expression.
"House, dean?"
one doctor asked stammeringly.
"Let's go down too!"
The dean snorted coldly and followed Qian Wenhuan towards the first floor.
The hospital has only four floors in total. The ICU ward is located on the top floor. It only takes two or three minutes to walk down from the fourth floor.
Soon, Qian Wenhuan saw Huo Qi's father at the gate.
Hotch was only twenty-four years old. Younger than the previous two eligible targets, the only good thing is that he is the son of a wealthy white businessman in Windhoek.
If he was just the son of an ordinary Namibian citizen, he probably wouldn't be able to afford the money to stay in the intensive care unit, and he would have been buried long ago.
However, according to the information, although Hodge's father is a wealthy businessman, he is actually only slightly wealthier than ordinary people. The past half month of intensive care unit treatment has almost made him unbearable.
However, when he learned that Blacklight Technology had arrived and was willing to treat his son for free, the wealthy white businessman was puzzled but finally showed a look of relief.
"Mr. William, we at Blacklight Technology are already aware of your son's condition. If you agree, we can transfer him to the Life Sciences City and provide full treatment to your son. We can even install the most advanced bionic prosthetics on the market for him. Let him return to police duty."
The secretary next to Qian Wenhuan took out a drafted contract and handed it to the other party. The contract contained more than fifty pages and contained more than a thousand regulations.
Looking at the contract in his hand, the wealthy white businessman seemed to understand something. He said with a serious expression, "Let's be honest, what is your purpose and what do you need us to do?"
"We are currently developing some new bionic technologies that require people to try them on, and such people cannot be normal people, but disabled people."
Qian Wenhuan did not speak, and the secretary beside him said directly, "This is our purpose, and what you have to do is actually very simple, that is, move to the Life Sciences City. However, in order to make up for your losses, we will treat you The relocation will be subsidized, and we can also take care of the business."
"I...I need to think about it."
The wealthy businessman opened his mouth, seemingly moved, but still hesitant, "I need to find a lawyer to help me look at this contract."
"There is no time, Mr. William!"
The secretary suddenly increased his voice and said sternly, "Hodge's wound has shown signs of infection now. Do you know how long your son can last? He may not even be able to last a day. Do you think you are so hesitant?" Is there any other conspiracy our company can’t accomplish?”
"Oh well."
The wealthy businessman felt nervous and had no choice but to agree. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and signed his name directly on the "Party B" position.
At this moment, everyone from the hospital also arrived in front of Qian Wenhuan. After hearing Qian Wenhuan’s secretary’s persuasion, the dean said with a gloomy face, “Mr. Qian, I’m afraid it’s not possible because Mr. Huo Qi can no longer bear it. The impact of being transferred to a hospital has been taken into account, do you think Hodge’s injury can withstand four or five hours of jolting?”
"There is no need to worry about this, Mr. Dean. Our Life Sciences City eliminated ambulances half a year ago, and now we are using medical helicopters."
Qian Wenhuan said calmly, then took the contract handed over by the wealthy businessman and left the hospital with his secretary and bodyguard without looking back.
"Mr. Qian, this dean dares to stop us. Do you need me to send someone to teach him a lesson?"
As soon as he went out, the secretary lowered his voice and asked.
"No need."
Qian Wenhuan shook his head, "This kind of people who are hostile to us is very common in Namibia. After all, we have seized a lot of resources and markets in Namibia, so the locals naturally don't have a good look on us."
"Then let's forget it?"
The secretary nodded and relaxed.
"Forget it, just call the Minister of Health and ask him to find a reason to remove the director of this hospital."
Qian Wenhuan waved his hand and said calmly.
secretary:"… "
A notice was sent to Life Sciences City to send a medical helicopter to pick up the people, and Qian Wenhuan and his party found the second target family.
This is a low bungalow on the outskirts of Windhoek.
Although it is the capital, the suburbs of Windhoek are mostly made of stone bungalows. Although they are not as prosperous as the urban area, they are at least a little better than the lives of the people in the slums.
However, compared to other bungalows along the way, this bungalow is undoubtedly more miserable. Most of the red paint on the door has fallen off, exposing the bare door panel, and the door is even more messy. It is obvious that life is not satisfactory.
Before Qian Wenhuan got out of the car, the bodyguard who had been following him walked down and knocked on the door of the house.
About half a minute later, when the bodyguard was a little impatient and thought there was no one in the room, he finally heard footsteps approaching from far away, and then the wooden door opened with a creak, revealing an unkempt and dirty black man. A woman appeared in the door, and behind her, there were two children of four or five years old, black and white.
The two children stuck their heads out behind their mother, looking at Qian Wenhuan and the others with some curiosity and some fear.
"We're looking for Mr. Brooke."
The secretary spoke for Qian Wenhuan, "Don't you know he's at home?"
"Please come in..."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then stepped aside to let everyone walk in.
As soon as they entered the room, Qian Wenhuan and his secretary frowned in unison, because there was a pungent stench floating in the room, as if this was not a private house, but a public toilet.
And it's a dry toilet.
After following the woman to the innermost room, Qian Wenhuan and others finally saw the target of their trip, a fat and slovenly man.
The color of the quilt under the man has long been unclear, and the way he lies on the bed is like a mountain of flesh slumped there. There are no strong lines and sharp eyes in the information, and there is only a deathly numbness.
What's even more frightening is that although the man's face and body are extremely fat, his limbs are as shrunken as bones. At first glance, it looks like four toothpicks stuck in a ball of flesh...
Smelling the disgusting smell coming from the man, the secretary suppressed the discomfort and said, "Mr. Brooke, are you? We are from Blacklight Technology. This is our general manager, Mr. Qian Wenhuan..."
The secretary waited for a while, but there was still no response from the man in front of him. He had to continue, "We want to sign a contract with you. If you agree, we can transform you..."
But until this moment, the man still made no movement, not even moving his eyes.
"He became like this a long time ago."
Just when the secretary was at a loss, the black woman's voice suddenly came from behind a few people. Her voice was calm, as if she was talking about a stranger, "I tried it. No matter what happens in the outside world, he will Nothing happened, he was dead, mentally dead."
Qian Wenhuan glanced at the woman, then walked forward and squatted directly beside the man's bed, "Mr. Brooke, I know you can hear our words, so we won't say any more nonsense. If I Say, can we get you back on your feet again?”
However, even so, the man still didn't make any movement. If the other person hadn't opened his eyes and could still see his chest rising and falling, everyone would have thought that the other person was just a corpse.
Seeing that the man still didn't move, Qian Wenhuan finally shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave.
However, when he turned around, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him, "Is what you said true?"
"Of course it's true, Mr. Brooke."
Qian Wenhuan turned around and showed a meaningful smile, "But the only requirement is that you need to sacrifice something."
"I have nothing left to give up."
Brooke slowly raised his head, something seemed to be trembling in his ashen pupils, "As long as I can stand up, I will give everything for it..."
A few minutes later, Qian Wenhuan and others walked out of the room because Brooke signed the contract easily.
Two people have achieved three goals, and now, only the last goal is left.
However, the remaining target is not in Windhoek, the capital of Namibia, but in a small village even more remote.
So Qian Wenhuan took the helicopter again and rushed towards the village of Nahum, a hundred kilometers away.
This time, it took several people two hours to find the black police detective named Bray.
As a native of Namibia, this man named Bray has completely lost his ability to move after his limbs were chopped off by dealers. However, he did not give up like the previous Brooke, but found a new job - Editor Straw rope and fishing net.
With his flexible mouth, Bray can sit at the table and weave several meters of straw rope in an entire afternoon, of course, provided that someone can put the raw materials for the straw rope in front of him.
With this job, he lives with his parents and has a job that can make a living.
"Who are you people? Are you sent by the police to solve my physical problem?"
"Oh please, how many times have I said, please send me a woman from the police station. It would be best if she is a white sister. Even if there is no white sister, a black aunt will do. But they send me one every time. A bunch of big guys?”
"Damn it, isn't my asshole going to be saved? The dealer who chopped off my limbs let my pussy go, but you guys want to fuck my asshole?"
Looking at the black man sitting on the stone bench with a row of straw ropes in front of him chattering away, Qian Wenhuan's secretary couldn't help but be a little stunned.
It's not that he didn't expect the other party's condition. If he wanted to survive in a poor country like Namibia after losing his limbs, in addition to having a certain amount of money at home, he would definitely need to support himself. But he didn't expect that the other party would be so optimistic.
Although the article was full of swear words, everyone could see that the man in front of him was not depressed.
"I, I am..."
When the black man in front of him rattled off a rap with racial talent, the secretary came forward. When he was organizing the speech, Qian Wenhuan patted him on the shoulder and said directly, "Mr. Bray, we are The people from Blacklight Technology are not sent by the police.”
"So that's it? No wonder it's not a bunch of niggas who came here."
The black man showed his white teeth and laughed, "So, what is the purpose of you Oriental guys coming here? Do you think that I am a tourist attraction? The stinky gay next door to me does have this idea. He We discussed with me that the ticket to visit me is ten dollars, and to take a photo with me is twenty dollars, but I don’t think tourists will be bored enough to watch a nigger all over the street.”
"We do have other purposes."
Qian Wenhuan smiled and ignored the other party's talk. He just said, "Listening to your conversation, it seems that you have been deeply influenced by American culture. Then I think you should have watched a Hollywood movie. The name of that movie It’s called “RoboCop”…”
"No, I haven't seen it, it sounds a bit like a superhero movie."
Bray shook his head blankly, "I've only seen one superhero movie called "Black Panther."
“…”