With Chen Chen's approval, the helicopter was ready. Qian Wenhuan went directly to the top floor, got on the plane, and immediately flew to Windhoek.
More than an hour later, Qian Wenhuan saw the police officer, Hodge, who was now living in the intensive care unit with his whole body burned beyond recognition.
Through the glass, Qian Wenhuan, accompanied by the hospital director, silently looked at the brightly lit intensive care unit. There was only a person lying inside wrapped up like a mummy.
Moreover, because his hands and feet had been burned, the man's arms and legs had been amputated. If one did not look carefully, one would not even be able to tell that there was a person on the bed.
"CEO 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, struggling on the verge of death almost every day. To be honest, it's a miracle that he can live until now."
"Is there no hope of a cure on your side?"
Qian Wenhuan looked inside the glass window, his expression calm and unruffled.
"No, the patient's wounds began to deteriorate a few days ago."
The director shook his head. "His external defense system has completely collapsed. His trachea is damaged, his lungs are damaged, and his internal defense system is also on the verge of collapse. It's basically a matter of one or two days. No one can pull him back from the brink of death."
Qian Wenhuan glanced at the director, but the director pretended not to know and just chuckled. "CEO Qian, what are you going to do?"
"I want to meet Hodge's family, please introduce me, Mr. Director."
Qian Wenhuan said solemnly.
"Well..."
The director hesitated for a moment, showing a troubled expression. "It may not be very good on my side. After all, this is the patient's privacy. As a business, if you..."
Before he finished speaking, Qian Wenhuan looked directly at the secretary behind him. The secretary nodded, took out his phone, and made a call, then said, "CEO Qian, Hodge's father is now on his way to the hospital. He will arrive in three minutes.
"Come, let's go to the first floor to meet him."
Qian Wenhuan turned and left, leaving only the director and a group of doctors standing outside the intensive care unit with a gloomy expression.
"D-Director?"
A doctor stammered.
"Let's go down too!"
The Dean snorted coldly and followed Qian Wenhuan to the first floor.
The hospital only had four floors in total, and the ICU ward was located on the top floor. It only took two to three minutes to walk down from the fourth floor.
Soon, Qian Wenhuan met Hodge's father at the entrance.
Hodge was only twenty-four years old. He was younger than the previous two targets who met the requirements. The only fortunate thing was that he was the son of a wealthy white businessman in Windhoek.
If he was just the son of an ordinary Namibian citizen, he would not have the money to stay in the intensive care unit. He would have been buried by now.
However, according to the information, although Hodge's father was a wealthy businessman, he was only slightly wealthier than ordinary people. After half a month of intensive care, he almost couldn't hold on any longer.
However, when he learned that Blacklight Biotechnology had arrived and was willing to treat his son for free, the wealthy white businessman finally showed a look of relief despite his doubts.
"Mr. William, we at Blacklight Biotechnology are aware of your son's situation. If you agree, we can transfer him to Eco Science City and carry out full treatment for your son. We can even install the most advanced bionic prosthetics on the market for him and let him return to his police post."
The secretary next to Qian Wenhuan took out a drafted contract and handed it to the other party. The contract had more than fifty pages and more than a thousand clauses.
Looking at the contract in his hand, the wealthy white businessman seemed to understand something. He said with a serious expression, "Tell me, what's your purpose and what do you need us to do?"
"We're currently developing some new bionic technology and we need someone to try it on. This person can't be a normal person, but a disabled person."
Qian Wenhuan did not speak, but the secretary next to him said directly, "This is our purpose. What you need to do is actually very simple, which is to move to Eco Science City. However, to make up for your loss, we'll subsidize your relocation and we'll also take care of your business."
"I... I need to think about it."
The wealthy businessman opened his mouth and seemed to be a little tempted, but he still hesitated. "I need to find a lawyer to help me look at this contract."
"There's no time, Mr. William!"
The secretary suddenly increased his volume and said sternly, "Hodge's wound has now shown signs of infection. Do you know how long your son can last? He may not even last a day. You're so hesitant. Do you think our company has some conspiracy? "
"Then... Alright."
The wealthy businessman's heart tightened and he had to agree. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and directly signed his name in the "Party B" position.
At this moment, the people from the hospital also arrived in front of Qian Wenhuan. Hearing the persuasion of Qian Wenhuan's secretary, the dean said with a gloomy face, "CEO Qian, I'm afraid it's not possible because Mr. Hodge can no longer withstand the impact of the transfer. Do you think Hodge's injury can withstand four or five hours of turbulence?"
"You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Dean. Our Eco Science City eliminated ambulances as early as half a year ago. Now we've been using medical helicopters."
Qian Wenhuan said lightly, then took the contract handed back by the wealthy businessman and left the hospital with his secretary and bodyguards without looking back.
"CEO Qian, this dean dares to stop us. Do you need me to send someone to teach him a lesson?"
As soon as they went out, the secretary lowered his voice and asked.
"There's no need."
Qian Wenhuan shook his head. "This kind of hostility toward us is common in Namibia. After all, we've seized a lot of resources and markets in Namibia. The locals naturally don't have a good attitude toward us."
"Then we'll forget about it?"
The secretary nodded and relaxed.
"Forget it. Call the Minister of Health and let him find a reason to remove the dean of this hospital."
Qian Wenhuan waved his hand and said calmly.
The secretary: "..."
After notifying Eco Science City and asking them to send a medical helicopter to pick him up, Qian Wenhuan and his party found the second target's family.
This was a low-rise bungalow on the outskirts of Windhoek.
Although it was the capital, the suburbs of Windhoek were mostly bungalows made of stone. Although it was not as prosperous as the urban area, it was at least a little better than the group of people in the slums.
However, compared to the other bungalows along the way, this bungalow was undoubtedly more run-down. Most of the red paint on the door had peeled off, revealing the bare door panels. The doorway was even more dirty and messy. Obviously, life was not going well.
Without waiting for Qian Wenhuan to get out of the car, the bodyguard who had been following them came down and knocked on the door of this house.
About half a minute later, just when the bodyguard was a little impatient and thought that there was no one in the room, he finally heard footsteps approaching from afar. Then, the wooden door creaked open and a slovenly, dirty black woman appeared in the door. Behind her were two mixed-race children of four or five years old.
The two children poked their heads out from behind their mother and looked at Qian Wenhuan and the others with some curiosity and fear.
"We're looking for Mr. Brooke."
The secretary spoke on behalf of Qian Wenhuan. "Don't you know if he's at home?"
"Please come in..."
The woman was stunned and then stepped aside to let everyone in.
As soon as they entered the room, Qian Wenhuan and the secretary frowned at the same time because there was a pungent stench in the room. It was as if this wasn't a private house, but a public toilet.
Moreover, it was the kind of toilet.
They followed the woman to the innermost room and finally, Qian Wenhuan and the others saw the target of their trip. It was a plump, extremely unkempt man.
The color of the bedding under the man had long been lost and he looked like a mountain of flesh lying on the bed. There was no trace of the strong lines and sharp eyes described in the information, only a dead numbness.
What was even more frightening was that although the man's face and body were extremely plump, his limbs were shriveled like bones. At first glance, it looked like four toothpicks stuck in a lump of meat...
The secretary smelled the disgusting stench coming from the man and suppressed the discomfort and said, "Mr. Brooke, right? We're from Blacklight Biotechnology. This is our general manager, Mr. Qian Wenhuan..."
The secretary waited for a while but the man in front of him still did not respond, so he continued. "We want to sign a contract with you. If you agree, we can perform a transformation on you..."
However, until now, the man still did not move, not even his eyes moved.
"He's been like this since a long time ago."
Just when the secretary was at a loss, the voice of the black woman suddenly came from behind them. Her voice was calm as if she was talking about a stranger. "I've tried, no matter what happens in the outside world, he doesn't respond. He's dead, spiritually dead."
Qian Wenhuan glanced at the woman, then walked forward and directly squatted next to the man's bed. "Mr. Brooke, I know you can hear us, so we won't waste time on nonsense. What if I say we can help you stand up again?"
However, even so, the man still did not move. If it were not for the fact that the man's eyes were open and the rise and fall of his chest, everyone would have thought that the man was just a corpse.
Seeing that the man still did not move, Qian Wenhuan finally shook his head and turned around to leave.
However, when he suddenly turned around, he suddenly heard an extremely hoarse voice behind him. "What you said, is it true?"
"Of course it's true, Mr. Brooke."
Qian Wenhuan turned around and revealed a meaningful smile. "But the only condition is that you have to sacrifice something."
"I have nothing to give up."
Brooke slowly raised his head. There seemed to be something trembling in his ashen pupils. "As long as I can stand up, I can pay anything for it..."
A few minutes later, Qian Wenhuan and the others walked out of the room because Brooke had easily signed the contract.
Two of the three targets had been achieved. Next, there was only the last target left.
However, the remaining target was not in Windhoek, the capital of Namibia, but in a small village further away.
Therefore, Qian Wenhuan boarded the helicopter again and rushed to Nehem Village 100 kilometers away.
This time, it took them two hours to find the black police detective named Blake.
As a native of Namibia, this man named Blake had completely lost the ability to move after his limbs were chopped off by the drug traffickers. However, he did not give up like the previous Brook. Instead, he found a new job — weaving straw ropes and fishing nets.
With his flexible mouth, Blake could sit at a table all afternoon and weave several meters of straw rope. Of course, the premise was that someone could place the raw materials of the straw rope in front of him.
Relying on this job, he lived with his parents and had a job that could make a living.
"Who are you people? Are you sent by the police to solve my physiological problems?"
"Oh, please, how many times have I said, please send me a woman from the police station. It'd be best if it's a white sister. Even if there's no white sister, a black aunt will do, but they send me a group of big men every time?"
"D * mn it, won't I lose my chrysanthemum? The drug dealer who cut off my limbs let my Buff go, but you people want to f * ck my chrysanthemum? "
Qian Wenhuan's secretary could not help but be a little stunned as he looked at the black man sitting on a stone bench with a row of straw ropes in front of him.
It was not that he did not consider Blake's condition. If he wanted to survive in a poor country like Namibia after losing his limbs, in addition to a certain amount of wealth from his family, he would certainly need to earn his own living. He just did not expect Blake to be so optimistic.
Although he was full of vulgarities, anyone could see that the man in front of him had not completely collapsed.
"I, I'm..."
When the black man in front of him used his racial talent to rap, the secretary came forward. Just as he was organizing his words, Qian Wenhuan patted him on the shoulder and said directly, "Mr. Blake, we're from Blacklight Biotechnology, not sent by the police."
"Is that so? No wonder it's not a group of black people. "
The black man flashed a set of white teeth and laughed. "So, what's the purpose of you Asian bumpkins coming here? Don't tell me you think I'm a tourist attraction? That stinky gay guy next door does have such an idea. He discussed it with me. The ticket to visit me is ten Namibian dollars and twenty Namibian dollars for a photo with me. But I don't think tourists would be so bored as to see a black man that's everywhere on the street. "
"We do have other purposes."
Qian Wenhuan smiled and ignored the other man's nonsense. He just said, "Listening to you, it seems that you're deeply influenced by American culture. Then I think you should have seen a Hollywood movie, the name of that movie is Robocop..."
"No, I haven't seen it. It sounds a bit like a superhero movie."
Blake shook his head blankly. "I've only seen one superhero movie, it's called Black Panther."
"..."
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