Special Forces Medic-Chapter 880 - 853: 20 Milliliters

The person sitting in the front passenger seat occasionally glanced back at the four people behind, dressed impeccably but with decidedly different expressions. He took a few more glances at a pockmarked face, then clicked his tongue; the face ruined in adolescence. Though the features were prominent, the face was full of acne scars, repulsing a second glance.

The four people in the back seat kept quiet, indicating a strong mutual understanding. After a long journey of bumps, they arrived at a flat area, and the car drove straight into a factory building.

"Get out!" The person in the front passenger seat waved a large hand as several people surrounded them from outside, all holding weapons. "Sorry, but for safety’s sake, you might be a bit inconvenienced."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came up and frisked them, pulling out guns hidden on their bodies and tossing them into an iron barrel on the side. "These will be returned once you come out. Now, follow me downstairs."

However, what was unexpected was that ’going downstairs’ actually meant going upstairs. Upon inspection, they realized it was a factory—a still-operating one. A staircase slanted from one end to the other, supported beneath by thick steel bars to ensure it wouldn’t collapse midway.

The steps beneath their feet were made of glass, giving the illusion of walking on air, a powerful psychological impact. "Please wait outside while I report in," someone said.

The pockmarked man clung tightly to a rail against the wall, not daring to move, while the other side was empty—one misstep would send him tumbling. Falling from this height, a drop of four or five meters, might result in death.

Seeing the paleness instilled by fear on his face, a man emerging laughed loudly, the mockery prompting a chorus of skepticism from the other three.

"Please come in; the master is waiting inside."

From the factory’s cross-section, its width was only two or three meters, and length-wise, it formed a square of the same dimension. There were no extra rooms or furnishings—only an absurdly large white lounge sofa. Various pillows lay atop the sofa, and a small wooden table held a smoking pipe, an incense burner, and a long pipe.

The scent of herbs was so intense it made one dizzy. The four stood before the white sofa, while a figure lay prone in white upon it, awash with black hair, rendering their presence hard to discern.

"Please remove your shoes," a gray-haired elder standing nearby said, hesitating whether to remove their shoes or not, unaware that the pockmarked face had already stepped onto the carpet, leaving behind black footprints, some carrying clods of mud.

The elderly man’s brows furrowed as he prepared to speak but, seeing the figure on the sofa wave, did not insist further. "Alright, go ahead."

"This smells nice," the pockmarked man said, seemingly oblivious to his faux pas, picking up the delicate incense burner for inspection. "Can you give it to me?"

A hand pressed upon the pockmarked man’s shoulder. He turned to glance back, placed the burner down, stood, and retreated quietly behind them.

A woman of angelic purity rose, her long black hair lifted. She waited for someone to apologize, but amid minutes of silence, only the sound of breathing prevailed as her starry eyes moved from them to the dirtied carpet.

"You’ve dirtied my bed." Beneath indescribable beauty, a low and husky male voice sounded.

"Ah, are you male or female?" the pockmarked man blurted out the question gnawing at his mind, as the angelic woman raised a hand silently.

"He’s still a child, please don’t be angry." Finally, one of the three spoke, though not through apology, but dissuasion.

"That’s not an excuse."

"According to our initial agreement, the goods are prepared; where are they?"

The master lifted her head. She did not favor the man before her and gestured to the side elder. "Escort them out; this business is off."

The notion of being ’escorted out’ naturally implied being disposed of. The gray-haired elder made a polite gesture, and the three seemed to show no reluctance, turning to leave, while the pockmarked man lingered over the incense burner. "Can you give me this?"

Someone grabbed the collar of his shirt, but the pockmarked man spun deftly in place, shook the hand off, ran to the other side, clutching the burner without being scorched by its heat.

"Wait!" The woman changed from her original lounging posture to a sitting one, causing the three who hadn’t ventured far to halt. "Isn’t that person one of yours?"

"The master has taken an interest in him?" With the conversation reaching this point, the pockmarked man had already darted back to their side.

"I’ve heard much of the Dan Clan’s mystery; today’s encounter is indeed enlightening. Even such a minor follower showcases such skill, suggesting dealing with you will take some time."

"Attempting to kill us is not an easy task; the word around is that the master acts swiftly and cleanly, and this unrewarding task is best left undone."

"Where are the goods?"

"Fifty kilograms is naturally inconvenient to carry on oneself."

"The Dan Clan also plays such shady games?"

"Fourth Master, your words are enough to offend the Dan Clan. Do you want to make an enemy of us?"

"Oh, I’m really unclear about how mysterious the Dan Clan is, I just want to figure out why you took our goods?" The middle-aged man standing next to Fourth Master, suddenly the scar-faced man jumped in front of him and started looking him up and down.

"I know you, I know you!"

"Can you make your subordinate be a bit quieter?"

"You’re the police station chief!" The middle-aged man flashed a fierce look, and the scar-faced man shrank back, retreating behind the three people, with a cautious expression, staring at that middle-aged man.

"Without seeing the goods, I can’t give you anything."

"That’s simple." The methodical man pointed at the scar-faced man next to him, asking him to take your partner to get the goods. How about we make the trade if we see the goods."

"Him?" The woman looked the scar-faced man up and down, signaling the middle-aged man next to her to take him to find the bald-headed guy. "This tea is brewed with dew, everyone should try it.

"The person has already followed, Fourth Master. Can we see the sample now?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Do you know how precious the item you want is? There are only twenty milliliters in the world, and you want to exchange it for fifty kilograms of high-purity drugs. If I show it to you casually, wouldn’t I be at a loss? Moreover, exchanging my goods for my own stuff, haha... The Dan Clan really has it figured out."

"Fifty kilograms of high-purity drugs is certainly not as valuable as that mere twenty milliliters, but for Fourth Master, is it better to be entangled in the Mafia’s sphere of influence, or to build a good relationship with them?"

Haha, Fourth Master couldn’t help but let out a charming laugh. "I always thought the Darkness controlled the first major gang with worldwide intelligence, but I didn’t expect the Dan Clan’s sources to be even better."

"So I advise Fourth Master not to underestimate our existence."

"Where can’t I find fifty kilograms of high-purity drugs? The Italian Mafia’s reach doesn’t extend here, don’t you agree?"

"Isn’t there a fugitive by Fourth Master’s side? As long as this news gets out, those families who value righteousness won’t let this person have a good time. Moreover, isn’t Fourth Master currently entangled by the Xiao Family? Not long ago, it even involved a woman, adding another enemy, you are beset on all sides! No matter how capable you are, a hero can’t fend off four hands, wouldn’t you agree?"

"Ah, Besides, it seems Fourth Master’s backing isn’t in the country. You should understand better than I the principle that distant water can’t quench a nearby fire. The Middle East might have allowed you to escape the Xiao Family’s grasp once, but can you avoid danger this time?"

"You are too rude!" The middle-aged man on the side suddenly attacked the speaker, and the person sitting there didn’t move. The person sitting behind him had already moved slightly to block the middle-aged man as he approached, without that person’s command, he wouldn’t move a hand or foot, so he just blocked.

"Lao Zhao, go and check if they’ve returned!"

"Master!"

"Go quickly!"

"Yes!"

"What is there that the Dan Clan can’t get? What can these mere twenty milliliters do for you? How about we discuss an additional condition?" The three men didn’t speak, they were waiting. "If I can get you more of the twenty milliliters, how about the Dan Clan becomes my partner in developing the Northeast and Russia regions?"

"Fourth Master must be joking! Having these twenty milliliters is already quite rare, how could we get more?"

"That depends on whether your scar-faced man is willing to donate?" At this point, Fourth Master chuckled heartily.

"What do you mean by that, Fourth Master?"

"The scent!" Fourth Master took a small bottle from the drawer of the wooden table. Inside was a flowing red liquid, neither thin nor thick, with bubbles when shaken. She picked it up and sniffed it gently. "It’s this aroma."

"So, how about I get this person’s blood for you, and the Dan Clan collaborates with us to explore the northern market? These twenty milliliters of blood will serve as a greeting gift for you, and the fifty kilograms of drugs as a deposit, how about that?"

"Fourth Master wants to use our Dan Clan, but sadly, our clan has an unwritten rule; we never touch drugs. As for the scar-faced man you mentioned, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed, he’s not who you think. Otherwise, with our Dan Clan’s capabilities, wouldn’t we know?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation.)