Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

despair----

After the voice recording ended, some background noise began to gradually rise, indicating that the recording was not yet finished.

Inside the office, Liu Yan and the other three could still hear the sounds coming from inside.

An unfamiliar voice came from the MP3 player.

"You are the first person to have achieved this level of achievement so far."

"But it seems that nothing was left for them when it came to you."

"You are indeed very strong. You even killed Demulan. You are so strong that I doubt whether you can still be considered human."

"But, someone this strong... I still have 30 here."

In the MP3, Liu Yan's voice was not heard; all that could be heard was him taking a deep breath, followed by the sound of a gun being cocked.

"What did you hear?" Cai Ning asked Liu Yan.

Liu Yan's expression was very complicated at this moment, and he simply shook his head.

There's too much information.

"The ancestors of every world used the heart of Africa to leave hope for future generations."

"You alone left them nothing, and instead demanded that those who came after you not obtain the Heart of Africa."

"You have almost ruined the path for future generations."

"The information in the voice recordings so far suggests that each world adds hope to the next."

"But when the world is destroyed... and the next world comes, it will become even stronger."

"In other words, having wasted so many opportunities to make a wish, if this one fails, then the world will have absolutely no chance to resist."

Cai Ning's brows were furrowed deeply, which was also the reason why he hadn't had a good rest these past few days.

The audio in those MP3s was too heavy.

Furthermore, Liu Yan's actions ultimately led to a situation where he could not afford to lose.

The Heart of Africa, which should have been used to bring hope to the world, was, in Liu Yan's hands, used merely to ensure his own survival...

After a moment of contemplation, Liu Yan slowly spoke:

"You wished for the war to end, and I did indeed end up here."

"In other words, perhaps people from other worlds have actually fulfilled those wishes?"

“Listening to their recordings, it seems that each world only has one African heart, but your system has a guaranteed African heart.”

"Could this be interpreted as all of these wishes having come true?"

"So, according to the order set by the Heart of Africa, this time, is it the one that will succeed?"

Liu Yan's brows remained furrowed, and his tone was somewhat uncertain.

Because he knows nothing! He can only follow his heart and let things take their natural course.

After listening to Liu Yan's words, Cai Ning fell silent.

Liu Yan's presence here is perhaps the best proof?

"So, will this mission succeed?" Cai Ning asked.

Liu Yan shook his head.

"I don't know, I'm not sure. Do you think I was the one who made the wish?"

"All I know is that continuing on the original path is the closest I can get to success."

"If it still doesn't work by then."

"That's when it's time for me to make a wish, and when that time comes, I'll naturally know what to wish for."

The atmosphere in the office was very heavy.

Whether it's the wish Liu Yan made or the words left by his predecessors.

Fudge was the first to be unable to stand the atmosphere and forced a smile, saying:

"Tie Dan, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn."

"So you insist you didn't lose, huh?"

After waiting for three or four seconds, the atmosphere remained unchanged, and Fudge felt a little awkward.

"Okay, that joke is really lame."

Liu Yan sat in the chair, his brow furrowed, constantly recalling the information he had just received.

After the arrival of the mortals, what exactly caused everyone to lose?

And just how many figurines and eggs are still missing?

The fact that a third zone has appeared here proves that no one has won it so far.

But this is very unreasonable.

Our predecessors have created countless hopes and increased countless possibilities.

For example, the special items he currently relies on, and the soldiers he has created.

Can't other people do it?

Although crafting soldier equipment requires a significant amount of money.

However, there are always people who can do it.

Perhaps someone has tried this before?

But that means we'll lose in terms of training soldiers as well.

Does that also mean...?

Will I lose this time too?

Or perhaps, the people before us all viewed Hafk and Asara as invaders.

So they disdain creating these soldiers?

If you look at it that way, then it must be someone who did such a thing.

In other words, the desire of the Heart of Africa to transform its own perception has taken effect.

Therefore, this time, I have the best chance.

Liu Yan's mind became increasingly confused.

He wished he could descend right now to find out exactly why all his predecessors had lost and why they sounded so unwilling.

Just then, an untimely ringtone sounded.

If you still love me, give me back my heart. You traded your love for my youth; what am I left with...?

Liu Yan felt the vibration coming from his right thigh and took out his phone from his pocket.

It was Dr. Zhao calling.

Liu Yan had a bad feeling about it.

Dr. Zhao wouldn't contact me for no reason.

Judging by the days, it should be time soon.

"Hello." Liu Yan answered the phone.

"Your mother, she..."

"I understand, I'll go to the hospital now." Liu Yan hung up the phone.

Liu Yan had previously instructed Dr. Zhao to contact him immediately if his mother was about to collapse.

As for the reason, Liu Yan did not explain it to Dr. Zhao.

"Alright, everyone, don't let those recordings affect you."

"I can't guarantee we'll win, but I can guarantee you'll be safe."

After saying that, Liu Yan stood up and prepared to go to Sunshine Brain Hospital.

Before leaving, Liu Yan turned back to look at the three of them and smiled:

"Even if the sky falls, I'll be there for you."

"It's just that there are more people and better equipment."

"As long as I can dodge the bullets, as long as they die from being shot, I will win."

Chapter 150 Discharge

The unpleasant smell of hospital disinfectant lingered. Liu Yan frowned as he smelled the disinfectant as he made his way to Dr. Zhao's office.

The nurse who had a big argument with Dr. Zhao about Liu Yan last time happened to be there too.

Seeing the scars on Liu Yan's face, the nurse glared at Dr. Zhao, then looked at Liu Yan with a hint of heartache in her eyes.

She could imagine what this young man, who looked to have only recently graduated, had gone through during this time.

Of course, if she watched the news, she would know what other people had gone through.

"Dr. Zhao, are all the procedures completed? I'll take her away."

Liu Yan got straight to the point as soon as he entered.

Dr. Zhao placed a stack of discharge-related paperwork on the table.

"Sign it."

Liu Yan stepped forward, picked up a pen, and signed his name on it.

Looking at Liu Yan, Dr. Zhao finally couldn't help but speak:

"Have you found a resuscitation ventilator?"

Liu Yan nodded as he signed the document.

Upon seeing this, Dr. Zhao suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Yan in shock.

Even the nurse standing nearby couldn't help but gape in astonishment.

Neither of them expected that the boy in front of them could actually do it!

"She's signed it. Which ward is she in?" Liu Yan asked Dr. Zhao after capping the pen.

"Come with me, but family members are not allowed to stay in the ICU for extended periods. If you have anything to say, you can talk about it after you get home."

Dr. Zhao stood up, gave Liu Yan a reminder, and then walked out of the office first.

The two arrived at the ICU ward, where the electrocardiogram monitor was ticking.

A gaunt old man's fingers trembled slightly, as if he had lost consciousness, while the nurse silently adjusted the IV drip beside him.

The entire ICU was completely silent.

Liu Yan arrived at his mother's bedside. At this moment, his mother's lightly closed eyelids twitched slightly, and her face looked very haggard.

It's obvious at a glance that the other person isn't having a comfortable time.

Clearly, suffering from illness will not make you feel better no matter how much money you spend.

It's just that they're slightly better than others, but that's all.

Although Liu Yan was unclear about the original owner's memories, he still felt his heart clench when he saw his mother suffering from illness.

Dr. Zhao did not speak, but gestured to the nurse with his eyes.

The nurse quickly but quietly approached Liang Chunhua's bedside and removed the various medical instruments.

"Don't worry, she's sleeping right now."

"I don't know when I'll wake up, but after waking up, I might fall asleep again soon."

Dr. Zhao noticed Liu Yan's mood and whispered words of comfort in his ear.

Liu Yan nodded.