The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 633 - International Prohibited Weapon_1

Chapter 633: Chapter 633 International Prohibited Weapon_1

Chapter 633 -633 International Prohibited Weapon_1

White Phosphorus Bombs, these inhumane atrocities, are internationally banned weapons forbidden for use by any country or individual.

There’s good reason for this: White Phosphorus Bombs are instruments of destruction, and once deployed, the consequences are unpredictable.

White phosphorus is highly flammable; it ignites upon contact with skin and is notoriously difficult to extinguish. Those who are burned will scream in agony, flames consuming them until they are reduced to charred remains.

However, despite the general disdain for Robin Hayes’s malice, his suggestion sparked interest among the people present.

“If it’s a White Phosphorus Bomb, it might be worth giving it a try.”

“That’s right, there’s no harm in trying. What if it works?”

The mood lightened as people exchanged glances.

The Family Head of the Shen family laughed and said, “Brother Robin truly is a young and talented man. To think of such a method, I am truly impressed.”

“Indeed, Robin’s mind is definitely agile.”

“So, are we decided on this?”

“Robin should handle finding the person. Just name your price, and we will support you with all our might.”

Robin Hayes, newly in charge, swelled with pride under the compliments, declaring, “Fine, since all my uncles agree with this idea, I’ll get in touch immediately and strive to start the action as soon as possible.”

“Haha, young people indeed have the drive,” someone remarked.

“Robin, the future of the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan relies on you. You must not let us down.”

Feeling proud, Robin Hayes responded, “Rest assured, uncles. If I can’t pull this off, I’ll literally lose my head.”

“Haha, that’s the spirit!”

The Family Head of the Shen family burst into laughter, exchanging knowing glances with Elder Locke, their chuckles containing an indescribable undertone.

Norman Davis shrank into a corner, watching his good friend bask in the adulation of many big shots, yet an inexplicable chill crept up in his heart.

Turning to his father, he saw Lesley Davis watching Robin Hayes with a look that suggested viewing an imbecile.

After the gathering concluded, Lesley Davis made perfunctory greetings then hastily left with Norman Davis.

Lesley Davis wore a stern expression until the car had driven a good distance away; only then did he let out a big sigh.

Seeing this, Norman Davis couldn’t help but ask, “Dad, do you think Robin Hayes can pull it off?”

“Not a chance!” Lesley Davis scoffed. “Barry Wolfe is like an Immortal. Could he possibly be outmaneuvered by someone as vile as Robin Hayes?”

After his statement, Lesley Davis didn’t forget to caution his son, “Keep your distance from that Robin Hayes in the future, or you might get dragged down when he meets his downfall.”

“Got it,” Norman Davis replied with a nod.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lesley Davis picked up his phone and sent a text to Greg Jensen, detailing the gist of the day’s discussion.

When Greg Jensen read the text message, he had just struggled up from the bed, his back aching. After reading it, he couldn’t help but laugh.

White Phosphorus Bombs?

Could those things burn through the Blood Armour of the Divine Dragon Transformation?

Gregs was pondering this when suddenly, a fair arm reached out from the blankets, wrapping around his waist, and the soft body pressed against him.

“Brother-in-law, let’s sleep a little longer,” a voice cooed.

Greg playfully slapped her bottom and said, “You keep sleeping. I have to get up, or your sister will scold me for lounging in bed all day.”

“Hmm, don’t go,” she murmured.

“Just sleep, okay?”

Greg didn’t pay it much mind, giving Lois Abbott a teasing pinch, eliciting a cute whimper from her.

He got dressed and then slipped out of bed, sneaking back into the master bedroom while Lois Abbott was still asleep.

Just as he got into bed, Lois Abbott opened her eyes in a daze.

She looked at Greg Jensen and asked, “Why are you up so early?”

“Hmm, couldn’t really sleep anymore,” Greg Jensen replied casually.

Lois Abbott immediately perked up, clinging onto Greg Jensen, and said with a mischievous smile, “Since you can’t sleep, let’s exercise then.”

“Ah, again?”

…

In the next room, Doris Locke opened her eyes in confusion and listened with her ear to the side; her cheeks flushed instantly.

Clenching the doll in her hand, she resentfully said, “Bad guy, not taking a break even early in the morning, sooner or later he’s going to turn into a human stick!”

She huffed, burying her head under the pillow, but the ambiguous sounds still clearly reached her ears.

Soon, she couldn’t help feeling flustered, her stomach burning as if on fire, something inside pulsating.

Eventually, just when Doris Locke felt like she was about to collapse, the sounds from the next room stopped.

She lay on her back in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, with sweat-glued wisps of hair on her forehead making her look haggard yet enticing.

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Her rosy lips slightly parted, exhaling breaths of warmth.

In the next room, Greg Jensen walked into the bathroom with Lois Abbott; after washing up, they put on clean clothes and went down to the dining room.

During breakfast, Doris Locke and another person named Lois came downstairs.

Lois was still grinning, but after the intimate contact from the night before, she seemed even closer to Greg Jensen.

Doris Locke, however, was blushing the entire time, stealing glances at Greg Jensen and then quickly lowering her head again.

Greg Jensen was somewhat surprised but didn’t delve into it. After breakfast, he began making Qi Condensing Pills with the help of Amelia Simmons.

In the following days, all he did besides Dual Cultivation was Alchemy until all the Qi Condensing Pills were made. Then, after bidding farewell to a few women, he rode his Flying Sword to the sky above The West River Valley.

He noticed that in just a few days, the gloomy air of the camp below had spread out further.

Lukas Simon’s command tent had moved nearly thirty meters outward.

The entire camp faintly formed a circle, enclosing the gloomy air and the cave at the center.

He descended his Flying Sword into an unoccupied corner and then headed towards Lukas Simon’s command post.

As soon as he appeared, a soldier raised his gun and shouted warily at Greg Jensen, “Freeze, hands up!”

“It’s me, Barry Wolfe!”

“Master Wolfe?”

Greg Jensen had stayed in the camp for a period and had previously helped them clear the gloomy air, so the soldiers here mostly recognized him.

Seeing Greg Jensen’s arrival, the soldier instantly showed a delighted expression, saluted immediately, and said respectfully, “Good to see you, Master Wolfe, the chief is in the command post, please follow me.”

“Alright, thanks,” Greg Jensen replied.

He nodded and followed the soldier to the command post. As he pushed the door open and entered, he saw Lukas Simon sitting behind the desk, frowning and lost in thought.

“Ah, Master Wolfe, you’ve finally arrived.”

Overjoyed at seeing Greg Jensen, Lukas Simon quickly walked over to greet him. Just as he was about to speak, he seemed to remember something and asked with concern, “Is everything at home taken care of?”

“Yeah, I don’t think anyone will be causing trouble anymore,” Greg Jensen said with a smile.

Lukas Simon pondered the implications of Greg Jensen’s words, then stiffened slightly, but kept up a nonchalant smile and said, “Haha, that’s good to hear. Have a seat, a buddy of mine brought over some new tea a while back, try some.”

“No need.”