96: Chapter 96 Jiang Chen: That's it? I'll spray you to death with wasteland insecticide!

In the underground laboratory, the blue light from the holographic projection cast a deathly pallor on Jiang Chen's face.

The progress bar on the screen finally crawled to 100%.

It was the complete genetic sequencing map for the "X-99" virus, just transmitted by Dean Zhong.

In the eyes of Earth's scientists, this map was as complex as a heavenly book; every mutated base pair represented the grimace of death, a towering wall that modern medicine could not overcome.

"Jiang Wanqiu, did you receive it?"

Jiang Chen's voice was somewhat hurried. Even though he held the System in his hands, he still felt uneasy when facing this invisible, intangible biological threat. "This thing is very sinister. The Americans say it was extracted from ancient deep-sea organisms, and its mutation speed is terrifyingly fast. Have Zero take a close look at it—don't be careless!"

On the other side of the screen, Jiang Wanqiu was sitting on a pile of newly captured loot crates, holding the data pad in her hand.

She furrowed her brow, and her beautiful red eyes were filled with confusion.

Not solemnity.

Not fear.

But a kind of… bewilderment, as if she had just seen some incredible piece of trash.

"Father God…" Jiang Wanqiu looked up, her expression strange as she looked at Jiang Chen, hesitating to speak. "Are you… testing me? Or is this a new kind of… cold joke popular in the Divine Realm?"

"What do you mean?" Jiang Chen was stunned.

"This thing…" Jiang Wanqiu pointed to the virus model on the screen that had the whole world trembling in fear, her tone as disgusted as if she were talking about the mud under her feet:

"Isn't this just a primitive variant of 'Rotting Gray Mold'?"

"In Dawn City, this stuff usually grows in the darkest corners of the sewers, or in the crevices of power armor that hasn't been washed for centuries."

She paused, seemingly afraid of hurting Father God's self-esteem, and explained as tactfully as possible:

"Although it looks quite scary, here… it belongs to a type of probiotic."

"Pro… probiotics?!" Jiang Chen almost lost his breath, his eyes nearly popping out of his sockets.

A biochemical weapon that causes pulmonary fibrosis and has a 30% fatality rate, and you call it a probiotic?!

"Yes," Jiang Wanqiu nodded matter-of-factly. "Because it has strong protein-decomposing capabilities, we usually collect it, ferment it, and use it to… feed the pigs."

"After eating this, those mutant wild boars grow meat very quickly, and the meat is quite tender."

Dead silence.

Jiang Chen hung his mouth open, his brain buzzing.

He had thought of countless possibilities.

For example, maybe this virus was some kind of terrible plague in the Wasteland that required high-tech serum, or perhaps it required some complex genetic surgery.

But he never expected that this ultimate biochemical weapon, which the Americans were so proud of and which had plunged the whole world into panic, would, in the Wasteland three thousand years later, be—what the hell—a pig feed additive?!

This wasn't just a dimensional strike. This was a dimensional insult!

If Peter, who was still holding a press conference at The White House trying to shift the blame, knew the truth, he would probably have a brain hemorrhage on the spot.

"Then… since it's for feeding pigs…" Jiang Chen swallowed with difficulty, feeling his worldview being reconstructed. "Then you must have a way to clean it up, right? After all, this thing is still quite lethal in the human body."

"Clean it up? That's too simple." Jiang Wanqiu tossed the data pad aside and rummaged through the pile of loot behind her for a while.

"Clatter—" She pulled out a metal bottle that looked like a fire extinguisher, or perhaps a large can of insecticide. The paint on the bottle was peeling, and it had a crude icon of a skull with an 'X' over it.

"Here, just use this." Jiang Wanqiu patted the can, making a crisp "clack-clack" sound. "[Universal Environmental Purification Spray (Civilian Version)]."

"Or what we commonly call—insecticide."

"Just spray it in the air, and within a ten-meter radius, let alone this low-level gray mold, even radioactive dust will be completely neutralized. We usually use this for cleaning and scrubbing toilets; it works great and even has a mint scent."

Jiang Chen looked at the battered can, his expression gradually becoming fascinating. Insecticide? Used for cleaning toilets? This was the antidote to save the world?

"Will… will this work?" Jiang Chen hesitated. "This is for human use, right? It won't be the case that after spraying it, the virus dies, but the person dies too, right?"

"Don't worry, Father God!" Jiang Wanqiu patted her chest in assurance. Her confident appearance put Jiang Chen slightly at ease. "This is a targeted destructive agent for microscopic biological structures; it is completely harmless to human cells! Because it contains a special active enzyme, inhaling it can even help clear the lungs, stop coughing, and treat chronic bronchitis!"

Well. Not only can it kill viruses, but it can also cure coughs. This isn't insecticide; this is practically holy water!

"Then what are we waiting for?" Jiang Chen stood up abruptly, his eyes burning. "Give me a can! No, give me as many as you have! I'm going to give this Earth a proper 'disinfection'!"

[System Prompt: Received sacrifice request from the Divine Favored One.]

[Item: Expired High-Efficiency Environmental Purification Spray (80% remaining capacity).]

[Energy required for extraction: 50 points.]

50 points.

Cheaper than a pack of spicy strips.

"Extract!" Following Jiang Chen's command, a faint white light flashed by.

"Clang." A cold, heavy, dented metal can dropped out of thin air into Jiang Chen's hand.

The can still had a yellowed label on it. Jiang Chen couldn't read the alien text on it, but the "skull with an X" icon was easy enough to understand.

Jiang Chen weighed it in his hand. It felt solid, and when he shook it, he could hear the sound of the liquid sloshing inside.

"Is this it?" He looked at the piece of junk in his hand that had absolutely nothing to do with "high technology" and instead looked like something picked up from a scrapyard, a strong sense of absurdity rising in his heart.

Who could have imagined that this broken can contained the hope of all humanity?

That it was the ultimate trump card that could cause the Americans' conspiracy to collapse completely?

"Buzz—" The phone vibrated again; it was an urgent text message from Dean Zhong: [Jiang Chen! How is it going? Those three customs comrades are barely holding on! If you don't have a way either, we will have to try putting them on artificial lungs!]

Jiang Chen put his phone back in his pocket. He picked up the can of "insecticide" and gently pressed the nozzle into the air.

"Hiss—" A pale blue mist sprayed out.

Instantly, a cool, refreshing, and invigorating mint scent filled the entire laboratory. Jiang Chen took a deep breath, feeling a wave of coolness in his lungs. His head, which had been somewhat groggy from staying up late, instantly cleared, and even the dry itch in his throat disappeared.

"Good stuff!" Jiang Chen's eyes lit up. He tucked the can under his arm and strode toward the door.

At the door, Zhao Gang was anxiously pacing back and forth. Seeing Jiang Chen come out, he immediately went up to him: "Boss! How is it? Did you get the special medicine? Do you need me to call a helicopter to send them to the hospital?"

Jiang Chen stopped. He glanced at Zhao Gang, then looked up at the night sky still shrouded in haze.

Under that night sky, countless people were trembling in fear, and countless families were crying in despair. And the culprit was hiding on the other side of the ocean, grinning while waiting to see the joke of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Old Zhao, get the car ready." Jiang Chen patted the broken can under his arm, a crazy yet mocking smile curling the corners of his mouth. In that smile was a sense of pleasure in wanting to completely overturn this messed-up world.

"Special medicine?"

"No, that's for patients to take."

"We aren't treating an illness this time."

Jiang Chen opened the car door and got into the black Hongqi sedan. His voice carried through the night wind and clearly reached Zhao Gang's ears:

"This time… we're going to kill some bugs."