230: Chapter 230 Thank the Lord for bringing us together.

For those who had lost their autonomy and turned to stone, Lin Fang had considered several approaches.

Unlike an immunity vaccine, the MSV-C biological agent was essentially a highly infectious C virus. Despite certain limitations, Lin Fang would never allow it to fall into the hands of various nations.

In the end, Lin Fang decided to have each country establish large-scale collection facilities or similar structures to gather the stone statues. He would then dispatch personnel equipped with the MSV-C biological agent to administer treatment. After all, it was a volatile gaseous agent; deploying a virus bomb each time would suffice.

Lin Fang chuckled softly. As for those countries plunged into anarchy by the rampant virus, it was even simpler—just go directly.

But what if a country disagreed? Would they have to beg them?

This thought merely flickered through Lin Fang's mind before he couldn't help but smile. The floor-to-ceiling window reflected the young man's face at that moment, along with those deep eyes that seemed capable of devouring light.

So what if it started because of him? What's done is done. Lin Fang felt no need for whitewashing. Just as Yodelion had said, he was already kind enough.

If even a pure academic like Yodelion affirmed it, then it must be true.

Hmm... that's what he said, right?

"Little Black, relay this matter."

Lin Fang outlined his plan, adding, "As long as they agree and gather the statues, we'll provide the treatment free of charge."

Due to its different nature, the cost of the MSV-C biological agent wasn't high, and Lin Fang wasn't concerned about such marginal profits.

In fact, upon learning the MSV-C virus could reverse petrification, Lin Fang had once contemplated letting the Medusa Virus infect all of humanity on Earth before stepping in. This would effortlessly neutralize national militaries and achieve the goal of most antagonists in films—dominating the planet.

It was a rare, golden opportunity.

But upon reflection, Lin Fang abandoned the idea. Without unity of purpose, most people would merely become burdens to the company, not assets.

If he were to truly pursue such a path, Lin Fang preferred the alternate dimension—at least there, the talent pool was somewhat richer.

[Understood, Boss]

While Lin Fang was pondering, Little Black had already transmitted the instructions. Soon, Third-Party Technology's external publicity department faithfully announced this news to the world.

"Upon signing the agreement, Third-Party Technology will provide free reversal treatment for those stone statues. Furthermore, guided by humanitarian principles, for non-governmental regions or extremely impoverished nations assessed by us as genuinely unable to afford vaccine costs, Third-Party will initiate the Vaccine Assistance Program for Fragile Regions and Populations. Eligible individuals can apply through their national government or our designated aid agencies. Upon approval, they may receive the MSV vaccine for a nominal fee."

Once this news broke, the world was in an uproar again.

What a generous company this was! It left Third-Party Technology's detractors speechless, utterly silenced.

Immediately, many nations responded, especially those severely affected. When you can't even gather enough people for a few rounds of mahjong, what's left to hesitate about?

——

One week later.

South Pacific Ocean, Tuvalu.

A somewhat familiar ship arrived here once more. Zhang Yu Ming, along with several members of the rescue team, stepped onto this land again. Unlike before, they were not wearing protective suits.

Arriving near the government building's underground shelter, they received no response from within. Zhang Yu Ming and his team expended some effort to pry open the shelter's door.

They discovered that the nation's leader and his family had still not escaped the virus's infection, having turned into stone statues.

It seemed the plan to seek their leader again to sign an agreement had fallen through.

The rescue team members gathered curiously around the bed, clicking their tongues in wonder. The figures on the bed appeared to be nude, preserved in their final entangled posture.

One man in the team, after observing the positions, exclaimed in astonishment, "Incredible! How on earth was this even possible?"

"My God, I can only say all things are possible..."

To prevent damage to the 'components,' the rescue team did not move them. After fully opening the shelter door, they left the place.

Reaching the surface, Zhang Yu Ming opened a case. From it, he retrieved a garrison-style launch tube about 1.2 meters long, equipped with a folding bipod and sight. The tube body was matte black overall, printed with Third-Party Technology's logo.

After handing it to a team member for setup, Zhang Yu Ming looked at the two other objects in the case. Nestled in foam cutouts were two missile-like projectiles, one black, one white.

The white missile bore small lettering reading 'MSV-C Type.' Its streamlined design exuded a cold, industrial beauty. If one didn't know its purpose, it truly looked like a terrifying weapon.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yu Ming picked up the white missile body. It felt heavy and cool to the touch. He expertly loaded the projectile into the breech.

Boom—

A muffled explosion erupted over Tuvalu. A thick purple mist rapidly dispersed, beginning to permeate and blanket the surroundings.

This purple firework looked magnificent, causing the nation's few remaining survivors to lift their heads and gaze upward. They were residents who had survived thanks to the isolation points established by Third-Party Technology, numbering only around 50.

They had once believed their nation was lost, never expecting such a turnaround now...

Half an hour after the firework's detonation, changes began to appear in the stone statues scattered across the island. The petrification receded, flesh tones reappeared. They were brutally yanked back from a pseudo-crystalline dormant state with energy consumption infinitely approaching zero, back into metabolically costly flesh-and-blood bodies.

It truly seemed like magic. But this magic was called biotechnology.

In Marku Naru's home, Marku, who had been petrified, felt his vision blur for a moment. He realized he could move. Then, Marku felt his body returning.

Looking at his parents beside him, he saw their stony skin rapidly disappearing, as if something frenzied was eroding the damned stone.

"Mother!" Marku cried tears of joy, rushing forward to embrace them.

After the family hug, they trembled and knelt on the ground, repeatedly making the sign of the cross on their foreheads, chests, and shoulders. "Thank the Lord, for reuniting us..."

——

At the island's center, Zhang Yu Ming checked the time and said, "Alright, time's about up. After launching the other one, we can pull out."

The rescue team launched the other black missile.

This missile wasn't as spectacular as the previous one. After explosion, it was colorless and odorless. Only the research team that produced it knew its function—primarily to more effectively Remove residueC Virus, avoiding leaving any traces.

This was entirely from Third-Party Technology's own hands. After these events, these scientists had also grown considerably.