An enormous ship sailed across the boundless ocean, carrying the world's most sophisticated equipment. It slowly entered a special harbor.
Ping Shengwang, the renowned Dr. Ping, stepped off the ship in ordinary clothes, a tall, thin figure with an excessively pale face.
An assistant followed behind him, carrying his luggage.
He looked up and squinted at the deck of the Laboratory's Pacific Base. Light glittered, and the wind carried the briny smell of the sea.
Several people approached him. Dr. Xu smiled and shook his hand. "Long time no see. The last time we met was in the United Nations building, wasn't it?"
"That's right." Ping Shengwang shook his hand limply, his wariness bordering on excessive nervousness. "People are trying to kill me. They've chased me all over the world."
Dr. Xu reassured him. "Don't worry. It's safe here, and you're safe too."
"Like hell it is! It's not safe at all! The whole world wants to kill me. What did I ever do wrong?" Ping Shengwang cast a critical glance at the armed forces stationed there, then said calmly, "The Club has already set its sights on me. Within three days, they'll send someone to kill me."
He pointed at Orion, then at Mena. "Can you save me, or can you? I'll probably be dead within three days."
Mena answered, "There's no need to be so pessimistic, Dr. Ping. We'll protect you with our lives. At the very least, we'll die before you do."
Her answer startled Dr. Ping. "So I'll even have company on Yellow Springs Road!"
He shook his head. "Forget it. Do you know why I didn't go to the Antarctic Base? Because I was afraid of dragging other people into this. I only dared come here after I heard all the experts at your Pacific