I'm the King Of Technology

~Vrrrrr~

In formation, the vehicles drove steadily while surrounded by Ivo's men on horseback. 

James leaned back against his seat with a sly smile on his face.

"That's what they said?"

["Yes, sir. Those are their words exactly.'"]

"Good... Keep up the good work." James replied, placing his communicator back in its place. 

Yup.

The moment they drove in, a few of the vehicles were close to the exit doors along the estate walls. 

So when Ivo and his men reached ground floor, whispering to one another, little did they know that their words were all being transmitted. 

Though the heavy rains almost drowned their voices, with proper tuning and amplification, they were able to pick out word for word what they said.

Heh... Technology sure was good.

James squinted his eyes, tapping his armrest deep in thought. 

James was determined to cure everyone in this town and complete their mission.

And if he was at least a person who cared about his people, James and the rest might've decided to go easier on Ivo and his men. 

But now, they had no sympathy for them... Especially listening to these people call the civilian's lowly poverty-stricken animals. 

Well then, Ivo and his men have left them with no choice. 

It was time to take out the trash!

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Like so, both sides were ready to rain havoc on one another.

But unbeknownst to them, high up on the estate walls, was a fully cloaked figure in black.

The figure stayed as still as a statue for a bit before vanishing in the blink of an eye, appearing in another part of the town. 

Phew. 

Landon took off his hood, staying hidden within a tree. 

That's right. 

He was finally here to collect his sample. 

For weeks now, he had been checking in and out regularly, waiting for any of the teams to arrive at the targeted cities, villages and towns infected by the virus. 

Of course, more infected regions have been popping out. But he didn't worry about that because amongst the many teams he sent were the reserve teams that would handle unexpected or upcoming infected zones. 

Anyway, it's been a long, long time since he kept tabs on all unit leaders. 

So the moment he discovered that they had arrived at their targeted destination, Landon was quick to warp over. 

What a joke! 

He had to secretly carry out his own experiments, coming up with the right formula for the vaccine. 

And like he said, he wouldn't give it to them right away. He, too, would have to test it out to ensure that it wouldn't cause side effects to humans. Additionally, it would look strange and magical if he sent the vaccine when the team in Baymard hadn't received the blood, urine and other samples from here.

This was late October.

And if they send the samples now, they should arrive late or early January of next year.

So how would he explain himself?

Say no more.

All he could do was carry out tests of his own, confirming whether or not the various medical teams were on the right track or not.

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Like so, Landon quickly flashed across the town, moving from street to street, assessing what he considered to be the initial to the worst state patients.

That's right. He brought several syringes and test tubes with him. With this, he would take samples for every possible stage he could see. 

He also planned to take samples of infected dogs, horses, donkeys and other animals... If possible. 

Yes. He wasn't sure if animals could get affected by the virus. Nonetheless, he still chose to scout around, just to make sure. 

['Host, I should remind you that though you've been blessed with a very healthy body, you're still not immune to catching the virus.']

'I know.' Landon replied, wearing his black protective suit in his space. 

His gloves, suit, boots and even makes were all gray and bought from the system. 

The sun was nowhere to be seen, with the gray clouds turning the town dark.

And at present, the rain created a seemingly foggy yet gray film across the scene—this is why he chose his protective attire to be gray.

The system was indeed correct. 

It would be funny if he got injected with the virus, returning with it. 

The question the Baymardians would ask will be how that was possible. 

How didn't his majesty catch the virus while staying in Baymard? Or could it be that there was some strange organism or plant in Baymard that caused it? 

Everything would be too suspicious. 

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Like so, Landon moved around collecting his samples after secretly sneaking into the patients' rooms and drawing enough blood from them. 

These patients were in real pain, sweating, closing their eyes and suffering, even in sleep.

To them, staying awake was much more painful than sleeping.

So many just wanted to rest and not struggle to open their heavy eyelids.

And after drawing blood, Landon hid and stayed with the patients for a while, taking notes of everything he saw obtaining to patients in each stage. 

Boils, warts, sweat, overly bony skeletal figures, weakness, swollen joints, purplish necks and balding hairs... The more he saw, the more he felt the virus was readying the patients for mummification. 

Augh~

Thinking of the similarities dead bodies out on the streets had, Landon couldn't help shuddering a bit.

Sunken jaws, eyeballs also popped out of their sockets, body shriveled... They all looked like mummies.

How scary.

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Landon finished up, deciding to warp back to Baymard. 

Sigh...

It would be great if he could stay out and see how James and Ivo would deal with one another, watching live in the flesh rather than with monitors.

However, a bigger part of him wanted to enjoy his night in the comfort of his room, accompanied by his beautiful wife. 

Additionally, he had a bigger task to see through back in Baymard.

Hehehhehehe~

Tomorrow, he'll be inspecting the first Tower! 

Like so, things went just as planned, with months and months flying by in a blink of an eye. 

And before Landon knew it, it was already April of the new year.

Hehehhehe... 

Internet Countdown Begins!

Finally, they could start thinking big!