It seems that during the last patrol last night, Garcia must have been directly affected by spiritual contamination.
Cheng Ye paused slightly; despite Garcia's rotten character, his professional ability indeed did not disgrace the title of Inspector of Happiness City.
"So his current condition is..."
"Thousand Vine relies on a large amount of freshwater to maintain parasitic balance. He's dehydrated; once we go back and get some water to pour over him, it'll stabilize temporarily."
"Alright."
The two stopped the jet ski, with one reaching out to grasp Garcia's right hand, while the other leaned down to untangle the tightly wrapped vine from his left hand.
As Garcia was lifted out of the water, the jet ski sank slightly downward.
His consciousness was completely blurred, limp like a puddle of mud, so the two could only lift him like they were carrying a slaughtered pig, one dragging his head, the other his legs, positioning him between the two parallel jet skis.
