On the northern side of the small town, nestled on a gentle hillside, lay a sprawling complex of buildings. The outer perimeter was manned by Morcar Company, with elite teams in formal mercenary uniforms patrolling the area.
Radar installations and various military instruments were visible atop the buildings. At the foot of the mountain, several rocket launchers were deployed, and even three missile launchers stood ready, among other weaponry.
Within a vast courtyard, buildings designed in a local architectural style surrounded a large swimming pool. A group of attractive women, each with striking features and hailing from various ethnic backgrounds, were playing in the pool with a man.
The area surrounding this estate was patrolled by an elite guard, the same ace armed escort team Morton had brought from Mexico. It could be said that the subordinates by his side were the absolute crème de la crème of his company's mercenaries.
At this moment, a young man in a military uniform approached Morton, who was lounging by the pool, with a yellow-skinned beauty—nationality unknown—in his arms. He held a glass of red wine in one hand and a cigar in the other. With deference, he said, "Boss, we've received news from Niger City that several UN virus research teams have withdrawn. Only China's medical team hasn't left yet!"
Leaning against the pool, Morton's blue eyes were grim. He slowly exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and said in a low voice, "Is there any news about that Wan Yunting?"
This young man was named Simon Lax. He had a short, cropped haircut, a handsome face, and sharp eyes. Standing at over 1.9 meters tall with a powerful physique, he looked like a top-tier elite in his combat uniform, exuding a formidable presence.
"None."
Simon Lax shook his head. "Since Wan Yunting returned to the Chinese peacekeeping forces' base, he hasn't appeared for some time. However, it's rumored that their Chinese medical team has developed a special drug that can control the virus!"
Morton, sitting by the pool, froze. He turned his head and cast a sidelong glance at Simon Lax, questioning, "Are you sure?"
Simon Lax nodded. "Our people have observed the Chinese peacekeeping forces searching everywhere for a medicinal herb called Laputa. Furthermore, the head of the Chinese peacekeeping delegation publicly stated at the UN that they already have a cure for the virus!"
"Damn it."
Morton, enraged, smashed his wine glass into the pool. The women around him flinched, growing tense and staying far away, afraid to even breathe loudly.
"It must be that Wan Yunting!"
Morton's fierce eyes widened. He had investigated the Chinese man, knowing he was a doctor and that his presence in Mali this time was due to the Chinese medical team's research on the Red Demon Ravage contagious virus.
Just then, another assistant of Morton's approached with a satellite phone. "Boss, it's the General!"
Morton took the phone, adjusted his demeanor, and said, "General, I await your orders!"
A magnetic male voice came from the other end of the line. "I don't care what method you use, but immediately stop the Chinese medical team from continuing their research on the virus!"
"Understood."
Morton responded with a serious expression, and the call ended. He handed the satellite phone to his subordinate, Kabu. His blue eyes were fierce as he turned to Simon Lax and asked, "Do we still have people in Niger City?"
"Yes."
"Good. Send your men there too. Attempt to attack the Chinese peacekeeping forces' base and deliver a warning!" Morton said coldly.
Simon Lax's expression faltered, and he raised an eyebrow. "Boss, if we provoke the Chinese, they might..."
"Don't worry about it. Execute my orders!"
Morton turned, glaring fiercely at Simon Lax, who immediately bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
Afterward, Simon Lax turned and left.
Kabu stood by with the satellite phone. "Boss, why don't we execute the head of Luoshen Biotechnology Company tomorrow as a warning to the Chinese?"
"Alright, then we'll choose tomorrow noon to execute him!" Morton agreed.
The reason he dared to risk provoking the Chinese by having Simon Lax's men attack the Chinese peacekeeping forces' base was the immense pressure from that General.
Morton understood that if the Red Demon Ravage contagious virus was overcome, it would ruin the General's entire plan. He, Morton, would not be able to bear that responsibility and might even be eliminated by the General.
Therefore, he had no choice but to take the risk of provoking the Chinese, to issue them a warning to stop trying to decipher the Red Demon Ravage contagious virus.
"Kabu, send men to monitor that Chinese national at the Chinese base!"
Morton's eyes were sinister and furious. "As soon as he dares to leave the Chinese peacekeeping forces' base, kill him!"
"Understood, I'll send people immediately," Kabu nodded and went to assign the task.
Morton rested his hands on the edge of the pool. The women around him no longer seemed appealing, as he began to plan his escape route. He understood clearly that...