TWENTY-NINE
Dr. Li, along with Jun and an elite contingent of his lab techs—all ex-Special Forces types—had flown overnight in a PLA cargo plane from the base outside Beijing to the Huán Jiāo military base. Huán Jiāo was on what used to be an atoll in the northern Taiwan Strait, but was now a man-made island, a reef covered over in concrete.
Today would be the big day. Proof of concept for his scheme. He’d show General Wei exactly what he was capable of. And when it all came together as he’d planned it, the world would know too.
He was standing by the dolphin pens, waiting for the head handler to review their diet and health status, when he happened to notice one of the caretakers from the Uyghur reeducation program patting a dolphin on its head. Li immediately barked at him.
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