N-A-A Chapter 677 My Greatest Wish!
Chapter 677 My Greatest Wish!
“Okay,” Lynn nodded slightly and said in a serious tone, “Notify the support team to come here immediately, take over the scene, bring all the guards and experimental personnel back to the base for interrogation, send the experimental subjects to the nearby hospital for treatment, in addition, arrange manpower to thoroughly search the entire factory to ensure that no guards or experimental equipment are missed, and then destroy the entire laboratory without leaving any trace.”
"Understood, Captain!"
Lynn walked to the third-floor window, pushed it open, and sunlight streamed in, dispelling the gloom and the smell of chemicals in the room. In the distance, the tropical jungle was lush and green, the wind rustling through the leaves, filling the air with a fresh scent. He looked down and saw his team members and police officers carefully helping the experimental subject into an ambulance; the ambulance's siren blared as it sped towards the hospital.
"Captain, everything is arranged. The support team has arrived and is taking over the scene," Jason said to Lynn as he strode over.
Lynn nodded, gazing into the distance, his tone softening slightly: "Good, it's finally over. Those innocent people are finally saved."
“Yes,” Jason said with emotion, “this evil laboratory has finally been destroyed, and the Karen organization has been completely wiped out. From now on, La Ceva Port should be able to return to peace.”
Lynn shook his head slightly: "Not necessarily. There may still be remnants of the Karen organization. We cannot let our guard down. We must continue to investigate to ensure that no one escapes. We must also completely destroy all experimental data and drugs to prevent such a tragedy from happening again."
“Understood, Captain!” Jason nodded immediately and said firmly, “We will do our utmost to completely eliminate the remaining members of the Karen organization and safeguard the peace of La Ceva Port.”
In the experimental area on the second floor, sunlight streamed obliquely through the broken windows, dispelling most of the darkness, but not the lingering, strong smell of chemicals mixed with the sweat and faint stench of blood from the test subjects, still making one feel somewhat uncomfortable. Most of the dozen or so rescued test subjects were being helped against the walls by the team members, some slumped on the cold concrete floor, too weak to even lift their arms, staring blankly ahead, their faces expressionless, as if still immersed in the fear of their imprisonment.
After settling things on the third floor, Lynn quickly walked back to the second floor, took off his combat jacket, which was stained with dust and a few drops of blood, and draped it over his arm, leaving only his black tank top underneath, revealing his smooth arms. His tone was deliberately soft, lacking the sharpness he had displayed in battle, and instead showing a gentler side. He didn't speak immediately, but slowly walked to a glass compartment closest to the stairwell, looking at the little girl curled up on the ground—she looked only seven or eight years old, with dry, yellow hair, her face covered in dust and tear stains, her thin clothes stained, her arms covered with countless needle marks, shivering, her head buried in her knees, her shoulders trembling, emitting soft sobs.
Lynn slowed his pace, gently crouched down, and tried to make himself the same height as the little girl to avoid making her feel pressured. He reached out and gently touched the little girl's arm with his fingertips, the movement as gentle as touching fragile glass: "Little girl, don't be afraid, we're here to save you, no one will hurt you anymore."
The little girl shuddered violently, as if she had been burned. She abruptly raised her head, her large eyes bloodshot, filled with fear and wariness. She stared intently at Lynn, her lips trembling but unable to utter a sound. She instinctively shrank back into the corner, wanting to get away from this strange man.
Seeing this, the team member next to him whispered to Lynn, "Captain, this little girl was the first one we rescued. She's been like this the whole time, not talking, not drinking water, and her whole body is shaking. She must be terrified."
Lynn nodded, remaining crouched, and took a clean handkerchief from his pocket. He then took a bottle of warm water from a team member, unscrewed the cap, and offered it to the little girl. His voice was so gentle it could melt hearts: "My name is Lynn, I'm a federal agent. Look, we didn't hurt you. We've caught those who bullied you." As he spoke, he gently pointed to the guards and lab personnel watching over her not far away. "What's your name? Can you tell me?"
The little girl's gaze followed the direction Lynn pointed, and when she saw the bound guards, a hint of fear flashed in her eyes. She quickly looked away and focused on the warm water and handkerchief in Lynn's hand. Her lips moved, but she still didn't speak; only her trembling subsided slightly.
Lynn didn't urge her. She just quietly squatted down in front of her, placed the warm water and handkerchief on the ground, and slowly stepped back a little to give her enough space. Her tone was still gentle: "I won't force you. If you're scared, just wait a little longer. The warm water is still hot. When you're thirsty, just take a sip. You can use the handkerchief to wipe your face. It will make you feel better."
Just then, a faint coughing sound came from not far away. A middle-aged man was leaning against the wall, coughing violently. His face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Several thin tubes that had not been removed were inserted into his arm, and his skin was an abnormal bluish-purple color, obviously a side effect of the injected drug.
Lynn stood up, quickly walked to the middle-aged man's side, squatted down, reached out and gently touched his forehead. His temperature was a little high. He frowned and called to the medical team members beside him, "Come here and check him out. He seems to have a fever."
The medical team members rushed over immediately, took out a thermometer and a first-aid kit, and began to examine the middle-aged man. The man coughed, looked up, his eyes cloudy as he stared at Lynn, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible: "You...who...who are you? Where...where am I? Am I...am I still alive?"
“We are federal agents,” Lynn said gently, patting his back to help him catch his breath. “This is the Karen organization’s lab. We’ve destroyed it and caught all the bad guys. You’re safe. We’ll take you to the hospital soon for treatment. You’ll get better.”
"I'm saved..." the middle-aged man murmured to himself, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes before being replaced by overwhelming excitement. Tears streamed down his face. "I thought... I thought I was going to die here. They... they injected me with strange drugs every day. I felt like my body was no longer mine. I was so scared. I missed my family. I missed my daughter..."
“I understand, I understand,” Lynn gently patted his back, her voice tinged with concern. “Those people have been caught and they will be punished accordingly. You will see your family soon. Hang in there, the medical staff are already preparing to take you to the hospital right away.”
"Really? Will I really be able to see my family?" The middle-aged man grabbed Lynn's hand, his eyes filled with anticipation. His hand was cold and trembling slightly, as if he had grasped the last straw.
“Really,” Lynn nodded firmly, her tone resolute, “We’ll help you contact your family and let them know you’re alive. Once you recover, you can reunite with them.” Hearing this, the middle-aged man trembled with emotion. He released Lynn’s hand, covered his face, and began to sob softly. His cries were filled with grievance, fear, and above all, the relief of surviving a near-death experience. Lynn didn’t disturb him; she simply knelt quietly beside him, staying with him until his emotions gradually calmed down.
At this moment, the little girl slowly raised her head, her gaze falling on Lynn. The wariness in her eyes lessened, replaced by a hint of curiosity. She quietly reached out and touched the handkerchief on the ground, then quickly withdrew it. She glanced at Lynn, and seeing that he wasn't looking at her, she carefully picked up the handkerchief again, gently wiping the dust and tear stains from her face. Then she picked up the bottle of warm water and began to drink it in small sips.
Lynn noticed her movement, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she slowly walked over, still squatting down, her voice gentle: "Is it good? If you're still thirsty, I'll get you another bottle."
The little girl looked up at Lynn, then quickly looked down again and whispered, "It's delicious... thank you." Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse, yet exceptionally clear.
“You’re welcome,” Lynn smiled, her tone becoming even gentler. “Could you tell me your name? Where are your parents? We’ll help you find them.”
The little girl's eyes darkened, she lowered her head, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice low and somber: "My name is Lina... My mom and dad... were kidnapped by those bad people, I don't know where they are, I miss them so much." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.
Lynn's heart clenched. He reached out and gently touched Lina's head, his movements tender: "Lina, don't be afraid. We will definitely help you find your parents. They must be looking for you too. We'll help you contact them now, okay?"
Lina looked up at Lynn with teary eyes, nodded, and whispered, "Okay... thank you, Uncle."
“Good girl,” Lynn smiled, took a small badge out of his pocket and handed it to Lina, “This is my agent badge. Take it, consider it a token. When we find your parents, we’ll use this to confirm your identity, okay?”
Lina took the badge and held it tightly in her small hand, as if clutching hope. She nodded vigorously: "Okay."
Lynn stood up, his gaze sweeping over all the test subjects present. Some remained silent, their eyes vacant; some sobbed softly, recounting their grievances; others comforted each other, their eyes gradually brightening. He walked to the center of the crowd, his voice gentle yet firm, echoing throughout the second-floor experimental area: "Everyone, I know you have all suffered greatly, imprisoned here, treated as test subjects, enduring unimaginable pain. On behalf of the Federation agents, I apologize for being late and for causing you such distress."
He paused, looked at everyone present, and continued, "Now, all the bad guys have been caught, and this evil laboratory will be completely destroyed. No one will hurt you anymore, and no one will use you as experimental subjects. Medical personnel are already waiting outside and will take you to the hospital immediately to receive the best treatment and help you recover your health."
"Can...can we really get back to health?" a young girl asked softly, her face covered with needle marks and her eyes filled with unease. "They injected us with a lot of strange drugs. I feel like my body is different from before. I'm afraid...I'm afraid I'll never be the same again."
“Yes, you can definitely do it,” Lynn walked to her side and said gently, “We have contacted the best doctors. They will develop a special treatment plan for your situation. Although the injected medicine will cause some damage to your body, as long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, you will definitely recover slowly and return to your original state. Believe in me, and believe in yourselves.”
“But…we have no family, nowhere to go. Even if we recover, we don’t know where to go,” another young boy said, his voice filled with confusion. He was a homeless man who had been captured by Karen’s men and imprisoned here for three months, and was already homeless.
Lynn looked at him with a hint of heartache in her eyes, her tone firm: "Don't worry, we will take full responsibility. For friends without family, we will contact local aid organizations to arrange accommodation and provide assistance. Once you recover, we will also help you find a job so that you can start a new life and never have to live a life of wandering again."
Upon hearing this, the confusion in the eyes of the test subjects gradually faded, replaced by a glimmer of hope. An elderly man with white hair slowly raised his head, looked at Lynn, and said in a hoarse voice, "Child, thank you, thank you for saving us, thank you for not giving up on us."
“You’re welcome,” Lynn shook his head, his tone gentle. “It’s what we should do. You are all innocent and shouldn’t have to suffer like this. Our greatest wish is to rescue you and see you regain hope.”
At that moment, the medical team pushed in a stretcher. Lynn immediately stepped forward to assist them, carefully helping the weak test subject onto the stretcher. Lina was picked up by Lynn and gently placed on the stretcher. She tightly clutched the badge Lynn had given her, her eyes no longer filled with fear, but with a hint of dependence: "Uncle Lynn, will you stay with me forever? Until I find my mom and dad."
Lynn gently patted her head and said tenderly, "Yes, Lina, I will always be with you until you find your mom and dad. Until then, I will not leave you."
Lina nodded vigorously, a long-lost smile appearing on her face. That smile, like a ray of light in the darkness, dispelled all fear and gloom. (End of Chapter)