Seeing Song Yu’s expression, Qin Luo asked in confusion: “Your Highness, what line is this medicine from?”

“Neither.”

Song Yu casually threw the broken pen onto the floor. Immediately, a small cleaning robot scuttled over with a gurgle to pick it up.

Qin Luo was baffled: “Then where did it come from?”

Song Yu didn’t answer, instead asking: “How are things progressing at the military hospital?”

Qin Luo: “Chestnut’s people are disguised as patients, mixing in in several shifts every day, but so far, they haven’t found any abnormalities. Either it’s too deeply hidden, or the intelligence is wrong.”

Song Yu rested his chin on his hand, his long legs crossed.

His gaze lingered on the analysis report, not moving until he had read it word by word.

“Have your people prepare immediately. I’m going there personally tonight.”

Qin Luo didn’t understand for a moment and asked blankly: “Go where?”

Song Yu closed the analysis report: “The Eighty-Eighth Military District Hospital.”

“What are you going there for?!” Qin Luo excitedly stood up. “Chestnut has a lot of people. They can figure it out in a few days.”

Opening Star Wars, Song Yu said in a low voice before logging into the game: “Be ready by eight o’clock.”

“No, we don’t need to go personally. The hospital won’t run away, Your Highness—Brother—”

Qin Luo’s persuasion failed. Seeing that Song Yu had already entered the game, he slapped his thigh and rushed out.

It was still early, so when Song Yu logged on, Bunny wasn’t online.

He sat on a bench in the virtual community, feeling completely out of sorts.

Pheromone stimulants were explicitly restricted for purchase in the Empire. Only those suffering from specific glandular diseases could legally buy them, and the dosage was extremely precise.

They were like drugs, providing a temporary boost in pheromone release levels, along with mental and physical pleasure.

Because of this characteristic, many illegal organizations smuggled and sold them for exorbitant profits.

Thousands of related medicine types were confiscated on the market every year, yet the trade persisted despite prohibitions.

Why would Bunny have this medicine? Who gave it to him? Had he taken it before?

His mind filled with these questions, Song Yu grew increasingly irritable.

He waited until 8 PM, but Bunny still hadn’t logged on. He sent the analysis report and its written explanation via private message, then decisively logged off and left.

Rong Shi finished his meeting with the new student council members and was then invited to dinner by Chen Mu and the others.

Returning to his dorm, just as he was about to open the door, his terminal suddenly rang.

He was about to answer it when the door of the opposite dorm opened, and Song Yu rushed out.

Rong Shi casually asked: “Going out so late?”

Song Yu didn’t stop, nor did he look back: “A date.”

Rong Shi opened his door and went in, swiping open his terminal.

Two minutes later, he too was walking out with hurried steps.

He specifically took the less populated route.

“Shield all surveillance along the way.”

[Shielded.]

Passing through a small peach blossom grove, Rong Shi said in a low voice: “Activate stealth mode.”

The decorative buckle on his terminal opened. Blue gems like liquid quickly spread over Rong Shi’s limbs, gradually turning into a metallic shell that enveloped him.

The battle armor’s visor lowered, and various virtual windows and data appeared before Rong Shi’s eyes.

He stepped out of the peach blossom grove, the metallic shell mimicking the surrounding environment, and he completely vanished from sight.

From the military academy to the 88th Military District Hospital, driving a maglev car would take half an hour, but flight in the battle armor only took ten minutes.

Normally, hospitals would have staff on duty at night, but it was only a little past eight, and this hospital was completely deserted.

The surrounding roads were brightly lit, but this area was utterly dark, looking like a man-eating black hole from above.

Rong Shi’s gaze quickly swept over the area, and a 3D simulation of the entire hospital appeared before his eyes, with the functions of each building gradually marked.

[The pharmacy is in West Wing, Building 12. The medicine warehouse is on floors B3 to B9.]

He flew directly towards it, stopping beside a side door on the first floor, north side.

[This building’s infrared and surveillance systems have been deactivated, but only for a maximum of thirty minutes. If you delay too long, the monitoring system here will forcibly trigger an alarm.]

“That’s enough.”

Next to the side door was a keypad and an iris recognition system.

Rong Shi waved his hand, and the door opened with a click.

In the deserted hospital, the dark corridor seemed endless. The metallic shell clanked against the ground, irritating his eardrums and sending shivers down his spine.

[Waaahhhh—there’s a ghost, there’s a ghost! I’m scared—]

Rong Shi: “…”

He swiped his terminal, and the world fell silent.

The entire building had twenty floors, each housing a different category of pharmacy.

Normally, patients only needed to swipe their medical records at the sensing area at the main entrance, and AI robots would automatically dispense and deliver the medicines to them.

Using 01’s scanning function, Rong Shi quickly pinpointed the psychotropic medication pharmacy on the eleventh floor.

Rows of shelves meticulously categorized the medicines. He stopped in front of the innermost row, where various pheromone stimulants were displayed.

01 retracted into the decorative buckle, and Rong Shi’s form became visible.

The back of each medicine box had a list of main ingredients. He picked up one box.

“Are these legitimately sold medicines?”

[All medicines here can be traced to batch numbers from the Pharmaceutical Regulatory Bureau.]

Rong Shi wasn’t reassured and personally examined each one.

He remembered the over two hundred ingredients in the analysis report. If a medicine had any of the same ingredients, he had 01 record it.

After recording, he headed down to the third basement level.

Mianmian’s medicine didn’t even have a batch number, let alone a name. If it wasn’t a re-packaged version, there were only two possible sources.

One was a new drug developed by a legitimate laboratory, not yet approved.

The other was an illicit drug developed by an illegal laboratory, flowing into the black market.

The underground warehouse area was three times larger than the above-ground area, with a circular structure. The walls and floor were covered with special metal, and each storage room had independent security devices, with a high alert level.

Rong Shi circled the psychotropic warehouse. It was filled with boxes, the names of medicines on the outside of the boxes, each corresponding to a medicine on the eleventh-floor shelves.

[All scanned, no abnormalities.]

Half an hour was almost up, with no discoveries. Rong Shi could only head back for now.

Before he could take a step out, a faint click suddenly echoed in the darkness.

[Waaaaahhhhhh—a ghost, a ghost! I’m scared—]

Rong Shi: “…”

He swiped his terminal, and the world quieted.

The warehouse door was pushed open from the outside, and a dim light flashed across.

Although far apart, Rong Shi subtly sensed the breathing of a second person.

Soon, the sound of a box being opened came from that direction.

Rong Shi tightened his grip on his gun. He was separated from the newcomer by only a row of cardboard boxes.

The sounds grew closer. He was almost certain the other person was also looking for something, just like him.

The scraping sound suddenly stopped. Rong Shi turned sideways to hide behind the boxes, just as the sound of bullets piercing the boxes echoed.

Footsteps closed in an instant. He moved like lightning, grabbing the other’s wrist and twisting it hard, while swinging his fist towards the person’s face.

The other person reacted quickly, not only dodging his punch but also instantly retaliating.

The two exchanged blows among the boxes. Rong Shi fought while retreating towards the door. In a place like this, harming or killing someone would easily alert others.

Just as he felt a hint of familiarity, the infrared sensors in the warehouse suddenly reactivated.

In that momentary surprise, neither of them had time to dodge.

Someone had triggered the infrared alarm, and the alarm sounded continuously, activating the AI patrols lined up in the corner of the warehouse.

“Shit!”

Rong Shi heard the newcomer curse softly.

The AI patrols had thermal sensors and could easily pinpoint them.

In less than two seconds, the first laser beam grazed them, hitting the metal wall.

Rong Shi fired a shot in that direction, hitting the AI patrol’s power source, and reached out to grab the person’s wrist.

“Go!”

Just as he was about to break free, he heard Rong Shi’s voice. Song Yu paused, then followed, simultaneously firing at an AI patrol in another direction.

“Why are you here?”

The two dodged and weaved towards the door. Rong Shi observed his surroundings and said indifferently: “Weren’t you on a date?”

Song Yu: “Dating an AI. Problem?”

Rong Shi: “No problem.”

Song Yu: “What are you doing here?”

Rong Shi: “Catching a cheater.”

Song Yu: “…”

A warehouse of over 300 square meters, equipped with ten AI patrols. The two were already close to the door. After paralyzing the nearest four AIs, they successfully escaped outside the door.

After the alarm, the lights in the corridor all came on.

Song Yu, dressed in black combat gear made of bulletproof material, looked even taller and more long-legged. A gun hung in a leg holster on his left leg, and two daggers were on the other side. He wore thermal vision goggles, fully equipped for the operation.

In contrast, Rong Shi had nothing but a small silver pistol in his hand.

The alarm system was gradually activating the AI patrols in every warehouse. Song Yu ran, complaining disdainfully: “Are you confident or do you just have a death wish?”

Rong Shi: “Underestimated the mistress’s capabilities.”

Song Yu: “…”

In the circular corridor, AI patrols swarmed out, filling the space both in front and behind them from various warehouses.

The two had nowhere to hide. If they didn’t find a solution quickly, they would be riddled with holes by the AIs.

“Come here.”

Rong Shi fired a shot at a small door, kicked it open violently, and pulled Song Yu inside to hide.

This was also a warehouse, but instead of medicines, it stored repair tools.

Rong Shi turned on the light, his gaze quickly scanning the items. He picked up a battery and a heating element to make a makeshift heating device.

“In a moment, I’ll throw this out to attract the AIs. You head towards the stairs; the elevator definitely won’t work.”

Song Yu watched his skilled assembly and was highly skeptical: “Will that work?”

Rong Shi said confidently: “Of course.”

The AIs would scan each room one by one. It was only a matter of time before they were found.

The two hid by the door. Rong Shi listened to the commotion outside, his fingers lightly tapping on his terminal.

[Total active AIs: 1496. All AI movement trajectories have been simulated. Estimated lowest risk value in ten seconds.]

The moment the countdown ended, Rong Shi quickly opened the door and threw the heating device out.

“Go!”

The two immediately ran in the opposite direction.

The heating device was riddled with holes before it even hit the ground.

[The alarm system is forcibly activating the surveillance system. I can only control it for about ten minutes.]

Song Yu, being fully armored, was fine, but Rong Shi didn’t even have anything to cover his face. Once surveillance was on, he would be exposed.

Song Yu turned to look behind him, saying in a low voice: “That’s not going to work for shit.”

The heating device landed in just two seconds, and the AIs chased after them again, firing laser beams as if they were free.

Rong Shi: “…”

Calculating the time in his head, Rong Shi pulled Song Yu against the wall.

Almost simultaneously, the corridor vibrated violently, and an explosion sounded from the densest area of AI patrols.

The battery exploded, destroying a large number of AI patrols.

The powerful shockwave caused Song Yu to lose his footing. Rong Shi shielded his head and pressed him firmly against the wall, minimizing damage as much as possible.

Rong Shi: “Now what?”

Song Yu: “So-so.”

The two had no time to waste. Taking advantage of the remaining AIs not having caught up, they immediately ran towards the stairwell.

But just as they were about to reach it, ten more AI patrols suddenly flew out of a warehouse next to the stairwell.

Laser beams shot out densely. Song Yu kicked off the wall, using the momentum to do a backflip and dodge. At the same time, he pulled out the gun from his left leg holster, firing with both hands simultaneously, taking down two at a time.

Rong Shi pushed the slide, accumulating ten air pellets, each precisely hitting an AI’s power source.

His peripheral vision caught Song Yu’s movements—sharp and ruthless, somewhat familiar, and very much to his aesthetic. He couldn’t help but take a couple more glances: “Who taught you your moves?”

Song Yu kicked away the last one. The AI crashed into the wall, and he shot its core, destroying it.

He holstered his gun, turned his head, and casually said: “What, do you want to be my disciple?”

Before Rong Shi could answer, he added: “Sorry, private property is not shared.”

Rong Shi: “…”

They finally reached the stairwell, but the metal door was sealed shut.

Song Yu punched the door, speaking quickly: “My people will be here in at least five minutes.”

Seeing him look over expectantly, Rong Shi said flatly: “I have no one. I came alone.”

Song Yu: “…” Damn it.

At both ends of the circular corridor, many more AI patrols were flying towards them.

Song Yu was wondering if they should hide in the nearby warehouse when he saw Rong Shi’s terminal scan the metal door, and the door opened.

Song Yu: “How did you open that?”

Rong Shi: “Secret.”

The two ran into the stairwell, but even there, it wasn’t safe. A dense mass of AIs streamed down from above, forcing them to run down to the next floor.

[Total AIs on this floor: 2290. Total AIs currently activated: 4674. Surveillance will be forcibly activated in three minutes.]

Song Yu leaned against the wall to reload his magazine, slid the slide, and fired another shot. “If we keep playing like this, I won’t have enough bullets.”

Rong Shi: “Fight until you run out.”

Normally, if they had left within thirty minutes, they would have been fine, but now that the alarm had been triggered, he was no longer in a hurry.

A normal hospital’s pharmacy wouldn’t possibly be equipped with this many AI patrols. After today, the secret hidden here would definitely be moved, making it even harder to discover later.

The two were chased all the way down to the sixth basement level. The AI patrol’s laser beams grazed them, piercing a warehouse door.

01 suddenly sounded an alarm.

[There’s a hidden compartment inside this warehouse!]

Rong Shi paused, calling out to Song Yu, who had run ahead: “Old Song, come here.”

Song Yu: “…”

Song Yu: “Who the hell are you calling?”

Rong Shi blasted the AI behind him: “Is there anyone else here besides you?”

No one had ever dared to call him that. Song Yu was momentarily unsure whether to be angry or amused, and teased: “How can you say that to my beautiful face?”

The two were moving quickly, but neither backed down verbally.

Rong Shi opened the door: “Then what should I call you, Xiao Yu?”

Song Yu was about to respond when he heard Rong Shi quickly add: “Dream on.”

Song Yu: “…”

Song Yu followed him in: “You won’t have any friends, you know.”

Rong Shi quickly closed the door: “It doesn’t matter. Having a wife is enough.”

Song Yu sneered: “You’re getting remarried.”

Rong Shi: “…………”

Author’s notes:

Online—

Bunny, Little Cat: You’re the cutest in the world! [blush]

Offline—

Rong Rabbit, Song Cat: You’re getting remarried. [cold sneer]