Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: The Crisis Arrives

She led Philip Jensen, Ronald Lynn, and another team member into the living room.

Although Susan Webb had done her best to clean, a thick, metallic smell of blood still lingered in the air, impossible to completely disperse.

Philip Jensen’s sense of smell had been enhanced during the apocalypse, making it exceptionally keen. The moment he stepped inside, his expression shifted slightly. The amount of blood this suggested was no minor injury.

And when his gaze landed on Justin Brooks, lying on the floor atop a clean, makeshift sheet, all three of them—veteran soldiers and Players who had seen their share of hardship—couldn’t help but gasp. Shock was written all over their faces.

Justin Brooks was covered in bandages, but where his skin was exposed, they could see countless, meticulously stitched wounds, some of which were deep enough to reveal bone.

Most noticeable was his right leg, which had been carefully splinted and bandaged with an external fixator. Even so, they could imagine the gruesome state it must have been in before.

His face was paper-white, and his breathing was faint but steady. It was clear he had suffered a devastating injury and received what could only be described as miraculous emergency treatment.

"This..." Ronald Lynn stared at his teammate’s condition, his fists clenching instantly. His eyes filled with rage and anguish. "How could Captain Brooks get this hurt?!"

Philip Jensen knelt, carefully examining Justin Brooks’s injuries and the bandaging. The more he looked, the deeper the astonishment in his eyes grew.

Two things stood out to him. First, Justin Brooks’s injuries were incredibly severe. Second was the treatment they had received.

Without immediate medical intervention, Justin Brooks wouldn’t have survived this long.

’And the technique used... While some aspects seemed a bit amateurish, the suturing in critical areas, the hemostasis, and the reattachment of the severed limb were all handled with an unusual precision and efficiency. It was far beyond the capabilities of any ordinary person.’

Philip Jensen looked up at Susan Webb and asked, a note of confusion in his voice, "Miss Webb, who... who treated Captain Brooks’s injuries?"

A troubled expression crossed Susan Webb’s face.

’She had a feeling that Sullivan from across the hall, and especially her "boyfriend," Sean Chandler, didn’t want to reveal too much about his Abilities.’

’If it hadn’t been a matter of saving her son’s life, he likely never would have intervened.’

Seeing Miss Webb’s hesitation, Philip Jensen immediately understood the situation.

He softened his tone and explained, "Miss Webb, please don’t worry. The government is actively recruiting Players to help deal with this crisis. But even for those who don’t want to be recruited right now, we aren’t forcing anyone. All they need to do is complete a basic registration to log their identity and a general idea of their Abilities. It’s mainly for administrative purposes and to help us respond to emergencies. Of course, recruitment is ideal. We place great importance on and warmly welcome Players with special Abilities."

"Is that so? Justin, that boy... he never told me any of the details..." Susan Webb visibly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief.

’If that’s the official stance, then telling them probably won’t cause any trouble for Sullivan.’

She finally spoke up. "Well, in that case, I won’t hide it from you. The one who treated my son’s injuries was Mr. Chandler, the boyfriend of Sullivan who lives next door. He must be... one of those Players you’re talking about. If he hadn’t stepped in when he did, using some... er... special methods, I’m afraid my Justin..."

At this, she recalled the horrific state her son was in when he’d first returned, and her voice choked with sobs and residual fear.

Nearby, Ronald Lynn seemed thoughtful.

He and Justin Brooks had come to this complex on a previous mission to conduct checks and registrations. He had a vague memory of Seraphina Sullivan’s apartment, the one with the unusually fortified security door.

"Oh, it’s her," Ronald Lynn recalled. "She has a boyfriend now?" He remembered the apartment being occupied by just one young woman.

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