There was no part of his body that was not in pain. It was extremely difficult for Gunter to even move while lying on the hospital bed.
The smell of disinfectant was everywhere, and the sounds of painful groans were endless. He judged that he should be in a centralized treatment camp.
Still wearing soaked clothes, he checked his body with difficulty. Fortunately, there were no fractures, only chest pain, and a burn blister there.
Plop.
Gunter turned over with difficulty, fell off the bed, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were so painful that stars were popping up in his eyes.
The noise he made attracted the attention of a middle-aged nurse: "Sir, why did you get out of bed by yourself? Lie down quickly!"
"I'm fine."
With a hoarse voice, Gunter sat up with the help of the nurse. However, when he sat upright, the nurse immediately let go of her hand, and he hurriedly held on to the edge of the bed to prevent him from falling again.
Gunter's throat moved, but without saying anything, he casually took off the Brave New World employee identification card pinned to his collar and stuffed it into his pocket.
As we walked step by step to the entrance of the reception camp, the middle-aged nurse's voice finally came from behind: "Where are you going?"
Gunter was unmoved and said hoarsely: "I'm fine."
He stepped out of the tent, and the soles of his shoes fell into the muddy ground. He made deep footprints step by step. The cold wind blew on him, passing over the treetops on one side, blowing the tent curtains back and forth, and carried away the endless wind. Absolutely moaned.
…
Zhou Jinru wiped his face with a hot towel and came to the lobby of the hotel where he was staying. At this time, the hotel had been forcibly emptied, leaving only the necessary service personnel. In addition, there was a team of temporarily transferred medical staff.
"Mr. Aguang, I hope you and your operators can still get used to it. The current situation is special and everything can only be kept simple."
An old acquaintance whom I hadn't seen for a long time was standing in the lobby, seemingly waiting for a while.
"Minister Hugo, you look so changed."
Zhou Jinru looked up and down at Edmond Hugo, the respected minister. He had lost a lot of weight, his eye sockets were sunken, his cheekbones were bulging, and he couldn't hide his fatigue.
Since he passed out at the voting site for the prohibition bill, bad news has come one after another. To put it bluntly, this is a middle-aged man over forty years old. It is inevitable that he is mentally and physically exhausted and his body cannot support him.
"I'm fine. It's more than this little thing that this city really needs help with."
Hugo's voice was hoarse and his eyes were red. He probably hadn't slept all night.
The two sat down on both sides of the coffee table, and the waiter brought two cups of coffee. The quality was naturally not very fragrant. This was already the best they could come up with, and they couldn't ask for more.
Zhou Jinru glanced at his watch. It was still very early. Hugo was in a hurry to come to the door. There must be something urgent.
"Mr. Aguang, your company has signed a contract with Saxon. Is it true?"
It turned out to be this.
Zhou Jinru nodded and added out of politeness: "It's just a temporary contract, and the validity period is not very long."
"Then over at Rhine Life..."
"You mean the mobile combat unit? They are here. We fought side by side yesterday. The police station in Rose District can testify to this."
Yesterday, after Zhou Jinru had his giant eyeball shot out, the weather cleared up after the rain. Fatty Sheriff William and his people helped lift the injured out of the water, and waited until they returned to the hotel before leaving.
When Hugo asked these two sentences, he was undoubtedly confirming where Zhou Jinru and his Rhode Island side stood. He got an accurate signal:
The three flags of Rhode Island are all real. Their identities include humanitarian volunteers, external staff of Rheinland Life, and official Colombian identities (temporary). They cannot move towards the Brave New World in any case.
"But I also heard that you made a... white flag?"
Hugo felt that this was a bit difficult to say.
But Zhou Jinru did not hide anything: "That is also a useful flag. At least I can surrender."
"You really know how to laugh."
As the Minister of Housing and Construction, you actually used honorifics during the conversation, which was different from their previous meetings.
Zhou Jinru smiled: "I'm also looking forward to another game of cards with you gentlemen."
Hugo raised his head, took a deep look at him, and shook his head slightly: "Four people died in yesterday's chaos, and one person is missing. His whereabouts are still unknown."
"Sorry, I didn't know."
Zhou Jinru expressed his apology. He never expected that even the municipal officials of Saint Martin were killed. He was a little curious about how Hugo, who should have been the first to bear the brunt, escaped.
At this time, there was a loud noise outside the hotel, and several tall men broke in. The security guard at the door couldn't stop them, and they pushed and pulled them all the way to the lobby.
Zhou Jinru took a closer look and saw that it was Douglas Walton, the person in charge of the Saxon Detective Agency in this operation.
This tough-guy-style man had his head bandaged with gauze, one eye was damaged, and the other eye could almost spit fire.
"Mr. Walton."
Zhou Jinru stood up to greet him. After a hurried handshake, Walton waved and asked his men to drive the security guard out.
"Aren't you afraid of exposing your whereabouts?"
Zhou Jinru's curiosity was quickly answered.
Walton sat down, grabbed the hot coffee and took a big sip, his words sparkling: "My people fought with the security forces of Brave New World."
He pointed to his eyes: "This is what they left behind."
Zhou Jinru exclaimed: "How is this possible? How could you suddenly exchange fire?!"
Because the performance was too exaggerated, the two big guys present rolled their eyes. Hugo was okay, but Walton almost knocked on the table.
"Everything else is easy to talk about. Now I want to see the person in charge of Rheinland Life. I know he is with you."
Zhou Jinru shook his head, took the second cup of coffee from the waiter, and took a sip: "This can't work. Roberts was injured too badly. He had six fractures all over his body. He couldn't get out of bed for half a year. The thing we dealt with yesterday was too powerful. , suffered heavy casualties, and may not be able to continue to perform the contract."
boom!
Walton slammed the coffee table, frowned and said: "The mobile combat troops suffered heavy casualties!"
Zhou Jinru took a sip of coffee. He was really not afraid of others scolding him and said casually: "I remember I said that we are the professionals when it comes to dealing with the deep sea, but when it comes to fighting between people, I'm sorry. If you don’t have the ability, the isolation zone in Rose District is still there, why don’t you go see that big guy and come back to talk?”
Zhou Jinru ensured that what he was doing was within the legal framework of Colombia. The Saxon Detective Agency asked him for help, and now it is an extraordinary period. They are in urgent need of manpower, but are struggling to get replacements, so they want to take advantage of him...
Okay, no problem, please show your sincerity.
Relying on loud voice is useless.
