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nChapter 43: You’re Not Right

nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nAccording to the markings on the map, after leaving the apocalypse merchant camp, Fang Heng needed to cross a part of the forest area before he could reach the highway.

nThe beginning of the route was the most bumpy.

nBecause there was no road, the truck was unusually bumpy.

nFang Heng was worried about the fragile items in the trunk so he could only slow down.

n“If this goes on, I’ll definitely get hemorrhoids…”

nFang Heng’s bottom hurt from the jolt, and he grumbled softly.

nAfter the mercenary recruitment was completed, he might as well spend some time building a road to avoid future suffering.

nAfter nearly an hour and a half, Fang Heng turned the steering wheel and steered the truck into a repaired road.

nOnly then did the truck start to accelerate slowly.

nThe difficulty of the mission was only C , so there was no danger along the way.

nOccasionally, when he encountered zombies blocking the road, Fang Heng would mostly steer the truck around them.

nIf he really couldn’t go around them, Fang Heng would seek stability.

nHe slowly stopped the truck, got out of the truck and got rid of the zombies before continuing forward.

nIt took Fang Heng three and a half hours to arrive at an independent villa less than 500 meters away from the abandoned factory.

nThis was the delivery location indicated by the mission.

nThe independent villa had a total of three floors, surrounded by three wooden spikes of various sizes.

nFang Heng saw dark red blood stains on the spikes.

nThese basic defense structures were very effective against elementary zombies.

n“Mr Qiu! Are you there? Vetel asked me to deliver the materials to you!”

nFang Heng stood outside and shouted in the direction of the villa.

nThere was no reaction inside.

nStrange? Why was there no one?

nFang Heng tried shouting again.

n“Mr Qiu! Your express delivery! If you don’t accept it, I’ll put it in the express delivery cabinet!”

nThere was still no reaction.

nFang Heng frowned. He thought he should get closer and use a small stone hammer to open the window to see the situation inside the villa.

nJust as he raised his left foot, Fang Heng pulled it back.

nIt was strange. He had a premonition.

nThis villa was dangerous.

n“Eh? Is my passive skill, danger perception, working?”

nFang Heng was puzzled. Suddenly, he was keenly aware of a slight noise coming from the bushes nearby.

nHe turned his head abruptly.

nA head popped out from the bushes.

n“Keep your voice down. Are you trying to attract all the zombies nearby?”

nQiu Yaokang waved at Fang Heng.

n“Follow me first.”

nFang Heng glanced at Qiu Yaokang, then nodded and followed him into the bushes.

nBehind the bushes, there was a hole in the barbed wire fence.

nFang Heng followed behind Qiu Yaokang and went into the backyard of the villa through the hole.

nIn the backyard, Qiu Yaokang laboriously lifted up the underground passage hidden under the turf and fixed the steel plate of the passage.

nWhat a guy!

nOnly then did Fang Heng realize that the entrance to the building was in the backyard. One had to go through a downward tunnel to enter.

nQiu Yaokang might look thin and weak, and also malnourished.

nBut, he had a knack for digging tunnels.

nQiu Yaokang looked to be in his early thirties. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a white research suit and a pair of medical gloves.

n“Wait a minute.”

nQiu Yaokang entered the tunnel as he spoke. Soon, he pushed a small cart out.

n“Vettel told me about you. Help me bring in all the materials. Thank you.”

n“We’re going through the bushes? Aren’t we going through the main door?”

n“The main door? It’s too small.”

nQiu Yaokang shook his head.

n“I’ve set up traps inside the main door. It’s the entrance reserved for the intruders.”

n“Hiss…”

nFang Heng sucked in a breath of cold air.

nNo wonder he felt danger just now.

nThe boxes that Vettel had packed in advance were huge and heavy. Fang Heng could barely carry them by himself, so he worked together with Qiu Yaokang to carry them.

nAfter going back and forth a few times and dividing them into several batches, the two of them finally moved all the materials in the truck into the passage in the basement of the backyard.

nThe underground passage was quite big.

nFang Heng looked at the layout of the basement.

nHe could see several independent rooms at a glance.

nThe passage was also cleaned up.

nIt could be seen that this place was often cleaned.

nQiu Yaokang took out a tissue and carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead.

n“I’ll trouble you to help me move the box into the laboratory. Thank you.”

n“Laboratory? Where?”

nAs Fang Heng spoke, he bent down to carry the box.

n“Wait a moment!”

nQiu Yaokang raised his hand to block Fang Heng.

n“Huh?”

n“Go to the changing room over there first. There are new protective clothing and hats in there. Change into them. Remember to wash your hands and put on gloves.”

n“Eh…”

nFang Heng sized up Qiu Yaokang.

n“Is it necessary?”

n“Hurry up. Don’t waste time.”

n“Okay.”

nFang Heng didn’t want to waste time.

nHe walked into the changing room, put on a protective suit, hat and gloves, then followed Qiu Yaokang into the laboratory.

nThe laboratory was bigger than Fang Heng had expected.

nHe even saw a few zombie corpses lying on the autopsy table in the corner of the laboratory.

n“Help me out here. Put the three white compartmentalized boxes in the pathway against the wall. Thank you.”

nFang Heng nodded. He lifted the boxes in the pathway with great effort, carried them into the laboratory and placed them on the floor.

nQiu Yaokang had been exhausted while carrying the boxes earlier on.

nEven now, his arms were still trembling.

nAs he leaned against the wall of the laboratory, he looked at Fang Heng.

n“Your strength and stamina are pretty good.”

nFang Heng turned his head to look at him.

n“It should be a little better than a science nerd like you!” Fang Heng thought.

nQiu Yaokang frowned.

n“Don’t look at me like that. I do an hour of scientific exercise every day. Recently, because I stayed up late, my physical condition is only slightly worse than that of an ordinary person.”

n“Okay, you’re really amazing!” Fang Heng teased.

nFang Heng put down the second box heavily.

nIt was a little tiring to carry the box alone. He was too lazy to talk to him. He just wanted to complete the task quickly and return to deliver the goods as soon as possible.

nQiu Yaokang adjusted his spectacles and examined Fang Heng.

n“Please help me push the box to the corner. Thank you.”

n“Got it.”

nFang Heng replied and turned his back to push the box.

nQiu Yaokang gently took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and threw it at Fang Heng’s back.

nIt was as if Fang Heng had eyes on his back. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the pack of tissues that flew towards him from behind.

n“F*ck! What are you doing?”

nFang Heng was a little angry.

nIt was one thing for him not to help, but what was the meaning of throwing a tissue pack at someone?

nQiu Yaokang did not answer. He just stared at Fang Heng.

nFang Heng was a little intimidated by the stare.

n“Why are you looking at me!”

nQiu Yaokang continued to stare intensely at Fang Heng.

n“You’re not right.”

nFang Heng: “You’re the one who’s not right!”

nQiu Yaokang retracted his aggressive gaze.

n“Your physical fitness is better than that of an ordinary person. Your perceptive ability is at least twice that of an ordinary person.”

nFang Heng curled his lips when he heard that.

n“You’ve discovered me! Little genius!” Fang Heng thought.

nAs a matter of fact, Fang Heng had learned all three basic attribute skills of physique, agility and strength! He had even acquired a B-level perceptive skill!

nQiu Yaokang turned around and walked out of the laboratory door.

n“Follow me.”

n“What now? You’re not moving the boxes anymore?”

n“I don’t need you to move them anymore. Help me with something else. Thank you.”

n“Can I choose not to help?”

n“Don’t waste everyone’s time.”

n“You’re really amazing!” Fang Heng thought to himself.

nHe was almost angered to the point of laughter.

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