"Herbicide," Doctor Du said with a smile.
"Huh? Isn't that for farming?" I asked in confusion.
"The goal is to kill weeds, as long as it's effective," Doctor Du shook the bottle.
"During outside missions, we often encounter troublesome plants. Doctor Du reported it several times before they came up with this stuff," Huang Zaijiang explained.
Lack of life experience limited my imagination, so I closed my mouth, ready to witness the power of non-agricultural herbicide firsthand.
Huang Zaijiang wrapped breathable elastic bandages around all the exposed skin, including his face, calling it 'protective clothing' with a flourish.
If he encountered someone else with that look, they'd probably think he was a mummy resurrected in the Ancient City.
With both hands gripping the Hook Stick, I mocked his appearance and then focused on traveling.
Mike's rifle was gone. He was now using a paratrooper knife with an inscription on the handle, probably a keepsake.
