Why are the SWAT Mobile Team here so late at night instead of sleeping?
Qin Ze didn't believe they were there to do good deeds in the middle of the night.
So he concealed his presence and quietly followed them.
The Mobile Team consists of five people.
The one leading the group was the tall guy from the bar.
Judging from his shoulder insignia, which are different from the others, he must hold a position similar to a captain.
The group walked toward the train parked on the tracks.
There were no loading and unloading workers around.
The lights around were all off.
Qin Ze frowned slightly.
All of this indicates that the train is not currently in operation.
The Mobile Team's dog stealthily crept to the last carriage.
The tall man raised his hand and knocked on the tightly closed door.
thump thump thump--
A moment later, the carriage door opened.
A man with exceptionally pale skin and a very thin appearance appeared.
He gave off a sickly vibe, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
The man looked displeased.
Why did it take you so long to arrive?
The tall man no longer had the overbearing attitude he had at the bar.
His face was full of fawning smiles, and he kept nodding and bowing.
"We've been told to keep a low profile."
"There are just too many people at the freight station during the day; it's not convenient for us to show our faces."
"I'll have to wait until tonight. Sorry to keep you waiting."
The sickly man didn't say anything more, but instead kicked the metal box behind him.
"The thing is here."
Be careful.
The tall man nodded and immediately ordered his team members to carry the box down.
Qin Ze, who was hiding behind another train, peeked at the box.
It is entirely black, with intricate patterns engraved on its surface, resembling some kind of sealing formation.
The box was very heavy; even five large men struggled to lift it.
They were covered in sweat as soon as they were carried off the train.
"Useless thing."
A hint of disdain flashed in the sickly man's eyes.
Then, he gently waved his pale hand.
The faces of several members of the Mobile Team, including the tall man, instantly turned rosy.
They felt their hearts racing, as if they had inexhaustible strength, and even the boxes in their hands felt much lighter.
Qin Ze was quite surprised to see this.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly frail and sickly person actually possesses a blessing-type skill like Zi Yue.
What Qin Ze couldn't understand was, "You're in this state, why don't you wish yourself well first?"
The tall man quickly thanked him, "Thank you, sir!"
The sickly man dismissed it, saying, "No need to be so polite. It was just that you all got sick."
The tall man was taken aback.
He thought the wind had made a mistake.
Although this freight train was located in the most remote part of the freight station.
But if you linger too long, staff might come to patrol.
The tall man immediately ordered his team to speed up.
Qin Ze's gaze remained fixed on the box.
Although he was curious about what was inside, he decided to retreat temporarily to avoid being discovered.
However, he had only taken a step back when the sickly man looked over.
There are rats.
Seeing the ambiguous smile on the other person's face, Qin Ze didn't say a word and took off running out of the freight station.
The tall man was terrified and immediately put down the box, ready to lead his men to give chase.
Tonight's operation is a secret; we absolutely cannot let anyone find out.
"No need to chase after them."
"He's already a dead man."
The sickly man said indifferently.
The tall man was suspicious, but he nodded nonetheless.
Under the cover of night, he and his men secretly took the boxes out of the freight station.
On the other side, Qin Ze ran wildly.
He slowed down when he saw the Inspection Team on the street.
Qin Ze ordered all of Snow City's clones to get moving and find out exactly what was in that box.
"It's too cold, can't we wait until tomorrow?"
Is there overtime pay?
"Damn it! I only ordered an hour ago."
"Even cattle and horses have human rights!"
"..."
Qin Ze ignored the overtime protests from his clones.
"Starting to enjoy life at such a young age, what will become of him in the future?"
Only by enduring hardship can one truly endure hardship.
"Keep up the good work, everyone! Your best days are yet to come."
"I'm going back to sleep now."
The clones. "..."
However, Qin Ze had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stumbled.
He shook his head, feeling dizzy.
Immediately afterwards, a surge of blood rushed to his head, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The clones gloated, "Serves them right! They got what they deserved."
Qin Ze frowned.
He noticed something was wrong with his body and immediately began circulating his qi and blood.
But as soon as his blood and qi began to circulate, he felt excruciating pain all over his body and involuntarily knelt on one knee.
"What's going on?!"
Qin Ze's breathing became increasingly heavy, and he felt weak in his limbs.
"This feeling..."
Qin Ze shook his head, dismissing the unrealistic idea from his mind.
He took out some healing medicine from his storage space and took a few pills, but his condition did not improve at all.
At this point, blood began to flow from his nostrils and the corners of his eyes.
" Qin Ze, what are you doing here?"
A familiar voice came from behind him, Dew Duo, who were passing by, came to his side.
The two were startled when they saw Qin Ze's appearance.
"Holy crap!"
What are you going to do?
Slacking on the Sidelines his pills and stuffed them into Qin Ze's mouth.
After taking several pills, there was still no improvement.
Qin Ze could no longer speak; his throat burned as if something was blocking it, and his consciousness began to blur.
Golden Divine Markings automatically appeared on the skin beneath the clothes, but Qin Ze immediately suppressed them.
Use divine power, and everything will be alright.
But with Slacking on the Sidelines and Passerby A around, he couldn't easily expose himself.
More importantly, he still hasn't figured out his current situation.
Passerby A said in a deep voice, "Something's not right with him. Go find the Scholar."
Slacking on the Sidelines, then hoisted Qin Ze onto his shoulder.
The two traveled quickly and soon knocked on the Scholar's door.
The Scholar's dwelling was not far from the Abyss Wall.
It is a detached small courtyard.
The Scholar, dressed in pajamas and wearing a coat, opened the door and said expressionlessly, "You didn't make an appointment in advance."
He pushed the Scholar Slacking on the Sidelines, carried Qin Ze into the house, and put him on the sofa.
"Don't bother making a reservation."
"Come quickly and see what's wrong with Qin Ze."
"I have a feeling he's about to die."
Upon hearing this, the Scholar walked to the sofa and was shocked to see Qin Ze bleeding from all seven orifices and panting heavily.
He first checked Qin Ze's pulse, then removed his clothes, but didn't see any fatal injuries.
The Slacking on the Sidelines anxiously on the sidelines said, "I gave him the best healing medicine, but it didn't work. Could it be some kind of internal injury?"
After the examination, the Scholar covered Qin Ze with his coat and shook his head.
He's not injured.
Both the person Slacking on the Sidelines and the Passerby A were taken aback.
"You're in this state, and you're telling me you're not injured?"
The Scholar glanced at Qin Ze, who was sitting on the sofa, his skin bleeding, and said calmly, "He's sick."