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08.17 Thu, 10 Apr Chapter 217 Chapter 217 100% 468 Inside the mansion, Curtis was fuming, so angry that he even threw the ashtray. But no one around him thought it was rude, because everyone was just as furious.

The three planes had returned and immediately reported what happened. Glenn and Curtis had personally gone to Jelasica to give their account and demand an international meeting.

After half a month of hassle, the meeting was held, but it wasn't public. And the other leaders all denied the missile attack, saying their satellites hadn't detected anything.

Curtis said, "They claim the geomagnetic storm affected it, and there's no evidence on the cloud maps. But what about the dead whales near the surface? Are they fake?" But no one agreed with the idea of taking action against the island. They couldn't launch a large-scale attack. That would be seen as a provocation against other nations and a violation of peace. The situation was at a deadlock.

"Are we supposed to just let the flights disappear again?" Curtis sat in his chair, tugging at his uniform buttons, feeling suffocated with anger.

Glenn hadn't slept for days, trying to find a technical breakthrough to get in touch with the people on the island. But there was still no word.

Glenn said, "Now we know for sure that the tech on the island is way beyond what we know. And the other countries are all supportive officially.

"Unless we find solid evidence, keeping this up will only make them more secretive, more cautious, and even put Quinlyn and the others in more danger. But we can negotiate internally." Curtis was taken aback. "What do you mean?" He was a fighter, not someone with Glenn's negotiating mind.

Glenn continued, "The others in Jelasica are also interested in the island. After the meeting just now, I pointed out that if the tech isn't in our hands, there's no need to let it develop unchecked.

"Many people agreed. Which means, whatever happens on the island, or whatever secret moves we make, it's all allowed." Upon hearing these words, Curtis slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Yes! We don't have to fly, we can go by sea. If we can't use aircraft carriers, we'll use something else. Our predecessors overctough conditions; why can't we?" Having spent his whole life fighting wars, Curtis wasn't one to give up easily. He immediately strode out to contact the Hill family, the Wilson family, and DigitalKey Group. Glenn also tapped into his connections to secretly gather weapons.

Two days later, two modified yacht ships set off, with weapons hidden below deck and everyone else disguised as tourists.

"Curtis, do you think two ships are enough? I could buy a bigger one," Antonio, the senior member of the Hill family, anxiously asked as he saw them off at the shore.

Curtis winced at how casually Antotalked about spending billions like it was nothing. He gave him a playful punch. "Relax. Even if we had another ship, we wouldn't have enough people. Besides, we can't wait too long. I'm worried that..." "Don't jinx it," Antointerrupted, returning the punch to Curtis's chest and gripping his shoulder firmly. "Remember, bring Edward and Quinlyn back safely. I want to make her my god-granddaughter. You better not lose her." Curtis thought to himself, 'If anyone's gonna claim her, it should be me.' He found it amusing but, for once, didn't retort. As long as they cback safe and sound, that was all that mattered.

Joseph and two others from the Wilson family were also there to bid them farewell.

The last team that had flown in was still having nightmares and seeing psychologists. This kind of mission was beyond their 1/3 UO.10 TU, TO Apr Chapter 217 capacity.

100% Meanwhile, after numerous failed attempts, Quinlyn finally created a second-generation stem cell drug, this tfor mass production.

Four days later, she received an invitation from a prominent businessman for dinner at a respectable restaurant. The man was about fifty years old, well-maintained except for his bluish lips, a sign of his congenital heart condition. He said, “I was born with a hole in my heart. Every doctor said I wouldn't live past eighteen. "Fortunately, my family's vast wealth keptalive long enough to meet you. Ms. Yates, you are my benefactor. This is my token of sincerity." Quinlyn had expected the second version of the drug to create a stir, but she hadn't anticipated that her guest would reveal his identity. He was an oil prince, owning countless assets.

Holding his business card, Quinlyn's eyes showed a hint of curiosity. "Aren't you afraid I'll expose you when I leave?" "Do you have any proof?" The man, with a turban wrapped around his head, leaned back in his chair with a casual demeanor, much like the many wealthy individuals here who viewed rules as non-existent.

"This place isn't under any jurisdiction,” he continued calmly. "Our hands are clean of blood. We've merely used our wealth to employ scientists like you to work for us.

"As for those who were sacrificed... Well, the lower rungs of society should be honored to serve as the stepping stones for technological progress. It's their privilege." Listening to him, Quinlyn felt for the first tthat maybe she shouldn't have developed the drug at all. Saving such a monster meant endangering countless lives.

The man laid out his terms. “I want to book the third version of the elixir. The payment will be to take you out of here. If you accept my employment, you'll live like royalty for the rest of your life." Quinlyn pursed her lips and said, "I want to bring my friends with me." Hearing this, the man furrowed his brow, weighing the worth of it all. After a long moment, he nodded. “Fine.” "Then I want to see them first." "Sure." Howard and the others were locked up in the jungle behind the island, surrounded by fierce beasts. With their injuries, they had no chance of escaping.

Quinlyn got out of the vehicle and entered the dimly lit cell, finding them in a damp wooden hut.

The group was crammed into a tiny space, and the air reeked of blood. It had been half a month, and their wounds still hadn't healed.

"Quinlyn, why are you here? They didn't bud to hide his injury.

you, did they?" Ivan was the first to speak up, secretly pulling his sleeve down "Ivan, I'm fine," Quinlyn said, squatting down in front of him.

Bennett also propped himself up and forced a smile. "Quinlyn is amazing, she's really thriving and doing great." Quinlyn turned to him, staring intently. "Bennett, if you don't want to smile, you don't have to. You're clearly in pain." With that, she reached out and lifted the back of his shirt, revealing a large, swollen bruise. The bruise had turned black, and 2/3 08:18 Thu, 10 Apr Chapter 217 100% +68 his spine was bent and deformed.

They were all used to relying on their skills and quick action to get things done. Now, it seemed like the island's owner wanted to take them out for good.

"I'm fine, this little scratch is nothing to me-" Bennett started, trying ton reassure her, but she pressed down on his injury mid-sentence, and he almost passed out from the pain. Then, he felt a sharp prick, like a cool liquid was flowing into his body, and it felt so good.

Realizing what was happening, Bennett immediately started "Ouch, be gentle! You have no idea how to handle this stuff. You're gonna kill me." The content is complaining. "Ouchom on novelenglish.net! Quinlyn pulled out the needle and seeing him put on a show, she finally couldn't help but crack a smile.

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