Invasion of the United States

Xiao Jinlang's eyes widened, his voice suddenly rising: "Xiaozhou, don't mess around! This sample is pitifully scarce. We don't understand how it works, let alone what the side effects are?"

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at him calmly, speaking indifferently: "Don't think that I'm entirely clueless.

I caught Professor Amir Khan, Maurice now follows my orders, and those sixteen researchers in the secret laboratory have to obediently follow my commands too.

The information I gave you, I carefully went through the experimental conclusions myself. It's clearly written in there that the US Military's secret experiment was very successful.

I went through all the trouble to find you just to confirm once more. If what you said earlier is correct, this injection contains exactly what I want."

He paused, his tone becoming more determined: "I know the samples are scarce, and I know we can't mass-produce it right now, not to mention extensive clinical trials.

I even understand that this thing doesn't work for everyone—most people feel nothing after injection. The individuals it actually works for might only be one percent.

But I..." He looked down at his own arm and said softly, "I'm very certain that I am part of that one percent."

After he finished speaking, he turned to the young Mexican bodyguard and ordered in a deep voice: "Do it as I instructed earlier.

Detain these two and follow Julia, Kelly, and Helen's arrangements subsequently. I will probably be unconscious for the next three to five days, Jennifer will take care of me.

If I'm not awake in five days, kill them both, as a reward for your loyalty."

The young Mexican bodyguards all had dark skin and resolute expressions.

They were a few family members recently taken in by Zhou Qingfeng, their fates already intertwined, sharing glory and suffering together.

After hearing the order, the lead bodyguard repeated it earnestly, then took the syringe, lowered his head to check the needle, and squeezed out a bit of air bubble skillfully, without asking what was inside.

The liquid inside the syringe was about ten milliliters, a transparent fluid with a faint, eerie yellow tinge.

When the needle pierced the skin, Zhou Qingfeng furrowed his brow, a rush of coldness spread through his veins but quickly dissipated.

At first, he appeared unaffected, even walking steadily back to the nearby electric pickup truck, getting in and returning to the unassuming yet sturdy villa at the center of the farm.

Upon arrival, he coolly briefed on ongoing matters one by one, his tone as composed as if arranging an ordinary meeting.

However, half an hour later, the situation took a drastic turn.

He started to develop a fever, sweat beads forming on his forehead, akin to a sudden flu, quickly plunging into a high fever state.

His body temperature soared to 41 degrees Celsius. This is part of a series from My Virtual Library Empire (M|V|L1EMPYR).

Jennifer and Maurice also rushed over, swiftly dividing tasks: Jennifer prepared ice packs and cold towels to lower Zhou Qingfeng's body temperature physically, particularly ensuring that his brain was not damaged by the heat;

Maurice set up an IV drip nearby, connecting glucose and other nutrient solutions, continuously replenishing the energy being rapidly consumed by the fever.

Once Zhou Qingfeng collapsed, the entire farm went into a state of alert.

Julia and Helen were on site, their hands trembling with tension. Kelly monitored Zhou Qingfeng's condition in real-time through the internet.

A dozen Mexican bodyguards stood guard at Zhou Qingfeng's bedroom door and around the room, gripping the handles of their guns tightly, their gazes occasionally sweeping towards Xiao Jinlang and Chen Rui who were "invited" to the corner.

Zhou Qingfeng lay on the bed, his consciousness already beginning to blur, breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

Jennifer produced a catheter and carefully managed Zhou Qingfeng's physiological needs, preventing his bladder from being pressured by the high fever's loss of control.

She murmured softly: "Kid, I believe you are right.

Because I have seen many wealthy individuals, who, in their quest for health and longevity, always prefer using the most advanced medical technologies."

Outside the window, the night deepened, a low whistle was brought by the wind sweeping through the fields around the villa.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a cold, silent outline on the farm ground.

Distant shadows of trees swayed in the wind, resembling a group of silent sentinels, quietly witnessing this unprecedented venture of enhancement inside the house.