My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 941: Forbidden Medicine

At this moment, the sullen man with a massive hooked nose had an unfathomably sinister look in his eyes, as if he were plotting some terrifying scheme.

Everyone glanced over; Sikureijeman in the Demon Shield Bureau was notorious for his cunning and often came up with some vicious plans.

Even the director of the Demon Shield Bureau had a slight apprehension towards Sikureijeman.

"In fact, I hope everyone here understands that we are at odds with Sky Net, and there is only one path—complete eradication," Sikureijeman said indifferently.

The crowd immediately nodded. Among them, there were naturally some who wished for reconciliation with Sky Net, but that was simply impossible; the hatred between Sky Net and the Demon Shield Bureau ran too deep.

"So, our current strategy is to do everything possible to annihilate Sky Net! Since the Evil God possesses Kun Gu Ni’er, able to suppress our advanced technological weapons, then we won’t use high-tech weapons."

Sikureijeman coldly smiled and said, "Besides technology, what our Demon Shield Bureau excels in are biochemical warriors! I refuse to believe that Kun Gu Ni’er can also handle our biochemical warriors."

"Biochemical warriors?"

In the conference room, when these bigwigs heard this, they furrowed their brows. An old man with white hair dressed in a tailcoat said, "Our biochemical warriors are indeed formidable compared to other forces, but Sky Net is an Eastern martial arts power,

And each one of them possesses extremely high martial arts skills, making our biochemical warriors significantly less powerful compared to those martial arts experts."

Everyone nodded.

Another man, with immaculately combed hair, also spoke, "Moreover, in the previous battle on the beach, our biochemical warriors, including those B-level and A-level experts, suffered too many losses. At least half of our top warriors in the biochemical unit perished."

Upon hearing this, the conference room fell silent for a moment. The beach battle was indeed brutal, inflicting deep, bone-crushing losses on the Demon Shield Bureau. Even now, thinking of that scene caused waves of heartache, as if their hearts were bleeding.

That was an army of ten thousand biochemical warriors!

The B-level and A-level experts almost accounted for half of the Demon Shield Bureau.

"I think you all forgot one thing." Against the naysayers, Sikureijeman merely smiled faintly, though that smile carried an indescribable eeriness.

Seeing this smile, everyone was slightly taken aback. Suddenly, the immaculately groomed man exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with horror, staring at Sikureijeman, "You... you mean... using that thing?"

"That’s right!"

Sikureijeman clearly understood what the man was referring to and nodded calmly.

The immaculately groomed man immediately slumped into his chair, his face reflecting indescribable dread. The way he looked at Sikureijeman was as though gazing upon a demon.

The others, seeing this, were curious and quickly asked, "What thing?"

The immaculately groomed man slowly swept his gaze over the group and then, with an extremely eerie tone, uttered two words.

"Demon Blood."

Whew...

In this conference room, it was as if a cold wind had swept through. There was a moment of silence, and everyone shivered upon hearing those two words.

A moment later, the place erupted, and everyone’s expressions turned excited.

"What? Demon Blood, this... this... that’s the forbidden substance!"

"It’s something cursed by God, the fruit of demons. Once used, the consequences are unimaginable."

"Such a thing should be forever sealed away in Hell, absolutely never to be used!"

The crowd was agitated, with almost everyone vehemently opposing without a single voice of approval.

Only the director of the Demon Shield Bureau, sitting at the head, was as calm as still water, saying nothing, merely resting his head on his hand, his gaze as if seeing through everything, watching the crowd’s quarrel.

’Gentlemen.’

At this moment, Sikureijeman offered a sinister smile, slapping his hand on the table to produce a loud sound, quieting the group.

"I expected such intense opposition from you," Sikureijeman smiled like a demon, "I just ask you one thing, besides using Demon Blood, can you think of a better way? Besides using Demon Blood, what other means do you have to ensure the survival of the Demon Shield Bureau?"

Deathly silence.

In the conference room, dead silence reigned. The expressions of everyone were restless and unpredictable. They wanted to refute, but at this moment, they found themselves unable to issue any arguments against it.

Indeed, apart from Demon Blood, the current Demon Shield Bureau seemed to have no other options.

After Xiao Zheng obtained Kun Gu Ni’er, the Demon Shield Bureau had already reached a dead end.

"But, it’s Demon Blood!"

Finally, someone uttered a lament akin to a wail.

The so-called Demon Blood was the forbidden substance within the Demon Shield Bureau, a terrifying drug that could unlock a person’s potential completely within a short period. It could boost a person’s strength to five or even ten times their normal level.

It had only one drawback.

That is, once consumed, death was certain! No person or medicine in this world could save them. Comparable to the most potent poison!

Thus, after those biochemical warriors took this Demon Blood, they could only fight one battle, and then, within three days, they would die in agony, beyond saving.

These bigwigs of the Demon Shield Bureau, while each ruthless, were still reluctant to personally send their warriors onto a fatal path, such a cold-blooded decision was hard to make.

"I merely offered a suggestion," Sikureijeman said with a faint smile, "Whether to adopt it is entirely up to you. For the survival of our Demon Shield Bureau, sometimes sacrifice is necessary."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

At this moment, these bigwigs all felt a tremendous humiliation. They were the Demon Shield Bureau! One of the top five superpowers in the world, and now, they were forced to such a position?

However, apart from humiliation was helplessness. They realized they truly couldn’t think of another way. This seemed the only viable path.

"I... approve."

Finally, one bigwig, slumped exhaustedly in his chair, uttered a weak sentence. At that moment, he seemed to age ten years.

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