Matt had already been driven delirious by the toxin, murmuring over and over, "I don't want to die… I don't want to die…"The international medical rescue team flooded in right after, prioritizing the foreign victims as they were lifted onto stretchers and rushed out of the cabin. The entire process was swift and efficient.However, not a single person spared the Sinoria team a second glance. In their eyes, these people were no longer competitors. Instead, they were criminal suspects.At that moment, a middle-aged man in a dark suit boarded the plane. A World Health Organization badge was pinned to his chest, and two translators and a security officer followed closely behind him.He stepped over vomit and shattered glass, passed through the armed police cordon, and walked steadily toward me. Then, he gave a slight bow. "Ms. Scott, I'm Martin Webber, liaison officer from the World Health Organization headquarters in Genivia. Please come with me. You are now fully under my protecti
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