Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 619
Chapter 619: Chapter 215: Destruction Level Infection Source, the Miserable Garcia! (Part 2)
It seems that during the last patrol last night, Garcia must have been directly affected by spiritual contamination.
Cheng Ye paused slightly; despite Garcia’s rotten character, his professional ability indeed did not disgrace the title of Inspector of Happiness City.
“So his current condition is…”
“Thousand Vine relies on a large amount of freshwater to maintain parasitic balance. He’s dehydrated; once we go back and get some water to pour over him, it’ll stabilize temporarily.”
“Alright.”
The two stopped the jet ski, with one reaching out to grasp Garcia’s right hand, while the other leaned down to untangle the tightly wrapped vine from his left hand.
As Garcia was lifted out of the water, the jet ski sank slightly downward.
His consciousness was completely blurred, limp like a puddle of mud, so the two could only lift him like they were carrying a slaughtered pig, one dragging his head, the other his legs, positioning him between the two parallel jet skis.
The throbbing engine sound started up again, and in a short while, they returned to the dock’s entrance.
They threw Garcia onto the dock, quickly jumped off the boats, and turned to walk into the town.
Garcia’s current state was somewhat frightening, directly carrying him back into town might incite panic among the residents, so they had to wait here, go back and bring some freshwater.
“These infection sources are indeed quiet during the day, not a sound.” As they walked towards town, Luokuke lowered his voice, his tone carrying some weight, “The more they suppress during the day, the more it indicates that the activity of that destruction level infection source at night is not simple.”
“According to what I’ve heard, most infection sources active at night have a weakness, poor vision, relying mainly on perception waves for hunting. So when we investigate later, we must first figure out its safe perception distance, not approach rashly.”
“Plus, although these infection sources are afraid of strong light, underwater light can backfire; bright light is the best target, exposing the position as soon as it shines. If you really need to use strong light, find a covert point to install searchlights first, and set trigger conditions, like sensing fluctuations before turning on, not lighting up all at once…”
“…”
Over the years, Luokuke had been venturing around, never having truly seen a destruction level infection source, but had communicated extensively with Inspectors from other Shelter Cities, amassing an exceptionally rich theoretical experience.
Although much of the experience was theoretical, lacking practical experience, it was still of high reference value.
Cheng Ye listened and nodded, occasionally interjecting with a question or two. Soon the two returned to the dock with four buckets of purified freshwater.
Like watering flowers, the freshwater sprayed onto the emerging Thousand Vine, and the oily-green vines immediately came alive upon contact with the water, writhing wildly to absorb the moisture, quickly spreading along the ground, twisting into a large green ball beside Garcia.
“It’s now!” Luokuke acted swiftly, pulling out the dagger from his waist, a flash of cold light cutting through, precisely severing the main vine connected to Garcia’s neck.
The vine on the ground instantly lost vitality, beginning to wither and collapse, while the vines under Garcia’s skin retracted rapidly, soon disappearing completely, leaving only faint green markings on his neck.
“Just like that.” Luokuke retracted his knife and held up five fingers, his tone somewhat regretful.
“Five years?” Cheng Ye was taken aback.
“Mm.”
Luokuke nodded, also a bit rueful, “I suffered similarly when I was young; those three years when I was drained, it left me permanently unable to progress, although I was only 27, not yet at my physical peak. I can now only manage to maintain the status quo.”
Just as he finished speaking, Garcia on the ground finally responded.
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He struggled to open his eyes, initially fixing his gaze on Luokuke, a flash of excitement crossing his face, opening his mouth to speak.
But when his eyes landed on Cheng Ye beside him, that excitement was abruptly suppressed, forcing himself to put on a facade of calmness, though his pale face belied the humor of it all.
“Inspector Garcia, you’re awake?”
Luokuke carefully propped Garcia up, letting him lean against the concrete wall of the dock, “How are you feeling? What happened last night? Why were you here alone?”
“Last night?” Garcia repeated blankly, his eyes still somewhat unfocused. It took a few seconds for him to react, asking hoarsely, “Do you have water? I’d like a drink.”
“You just stabilized the Thousand Vine with freshwater, drinking too much now…”
“It’s fine, give me water.”
The words had barely fallen.
Cheng Ye placed the remaining water bucket in front of him, and Garcia stared at the bucket for a moment, then plunged his head down, holding the bucket’s rim with both hands, gulping water down his throat.
Glug, glug.
Although his body’s thirst had long since subsided, that sense of emptiness deep in his soul, drained of vitality by the “Thousand Vine,” could only be forcibly filled with water.
The glugging sound continued for quite a while, until he drank down half the bucket, suddenly lifting his head, water droplets hanging from the corner of his mouth, the green vine marks on his neck faintly glowing again.
He wiped his face, finally regaining some clarity, and spoke, “There are many infection sources underwater. I messaged you before diving, didn’t you receive it?”
“…”
Luokuke’s expression changed slightly, instinctively glancing at Cheng Ye, seeing him silent, and then gently shook his head.
“Didn’t receive it?” Garcia was completely stunned.
“It wasn’t that I didn’t receive it, it’s that I… couldn’t hear.”
“What?”
Garcia shuddered, suddenly raising his hand and shakily pointing toward Happiness City, his voice carrying an almost undetectable tremor: “Then… can we still go back?”