Chapter 300 Sixth Sense Sacramento ...... In the eastern part of the city, in a certain dwelling house, an old man in a crewneck sat in an armchair, with his eyes wide, a goatee, and a little white hat on his head, which he did not usually wear, because it made him look a little dazzling, but now he had just finished praying.

After resting in the armchair for a while, the old man with the goatee took off his little white hat and placed it on a table on his right, then took a small plate from the table, put it in front of his eyes, and slowly put the truffle in his mouth, crushed it with his teeth, and chewed it. Yes, it's his favorite food, and he's been trying to taste it almost every day since the three of them arrived in California, even the escape from Los Angeles.

He still vividly remembers that the first plan to destroy Miè was planned by Watt, a guy with blonde hair and a seemingly simple-minded but very strong body. In the temple in Sacramento, send a team of fighters to attract the attention of the whole country, and then that fire can explode in Los Angeles safe and sound. The special forces even surrounded their mansion in Los Angeles, and if it weren't for their foresight and underground secret passage at home, just that time, I am afraid that all three of them would have been arrested.

The second was the poison gas project, a variant of VX that Dr. Lennon had been planning and researching, and the goatee man was convinced that Dr. Lennon was a genius in the field. As for the biochemical field, he has not seen anyone who can be stronger than Lennon. But what is incredible is that the shrewd Lennon was the first to be caught by the police. It was the result of a collaboration between the FBI and the CBI in California!

Thinking of this, the old man with the goatee shook his head as if he was compassionate, and then he opened his eyes and put another piece of truffle in his mouth, he thought it was very delicious, if it was a truffle in heaven, it would be a hundred times more delicious than what he was eating now, this sentence was told by the blonde man Watt to himself. But where is he now?

After the failure of the biological warfare plan. I planned with Watt, the second one, the Tinder Flame Plan, which is the third action. This time the target is still Los Angeles, but the plan still fails, yes! The old man with the goatee summed it up. Of the three lessons learned, only the third was a near-successful rekindling plan, and most of the police relied on luck to stop Watt. And what about doing it again? Probably it will work. But the old man with the goatee, who was eating truffles, shook his head again while letting the fragrance fill his mouth. No, you have to make changes yourself. The Tinder Plan has changed, so it came close to succeeding! But it's still a thing of the past, as long as it's in the past, it's the old pattern. So I have to change it again, I have to make the plan more perfect! I have to be secretive, more secretive.

After eating the truffles, which had always intoxicated him, he took the plate and walked to the water table, and laid it in the sink! With that done, he lit a Cuban cigar and sat down in the armchair again. Pumped up.

When he spewed out the smoke for the third time, the old man with the goatee had already taken out a map on the table, not Los Angeles, San Francisco is the same, it is the same as the important town of the United States! The population is not large, only more than 800,000, but what if these people all die overnight? The surrounding towns and counties, tourists, and even if possible, they will not feel the imminence of death, and first of all, the hospital will be overcrowded with patients who cough incessantly to the point of collapse.

The movement of hundreds of thousands of people cannot be blocked, they always need to go out, or escape, no matter which of these two possibilities, then this kind of disease will radiate to the whole country. Will this be less powerful than a nuclear bomb? No! It is not small at all, and it may even destroy a powerful country directly! The old man with the goatee had a slight smile on his lips. He finds it ironic that it is what they themselves have developed that destroys a country.

The old man with a goatee, with a pen, was writing and drawing on the map of San Francisco, he was deducing the course of events, and in the next two hours, he was calculating his plan at a time, deducing the whole process, in fact, for a month, he was repeatedly deducing and calculating every day, and every time he deduced and calculated, he tried to overturn his previous assumptions, looking for all kinds of loopholes, all kinds of possibilities for failure. He calculated and wrote, and wrote and wrote, each time keeping only one point of the calculated map and draft. But today, after he had calculated, he took a deep breath, snuffed out the third cigar in the ashtray, and then burned all the results of this deduction and calculation, leaving no more manuscripts. He was finally satisfied.

So he took out another document from the table on the side, it is worth mentioning that this article only has four pages of printing paper, because these two people are active agents of the FBI, if the authority is not enough, there is not much information at all! The first page is a photo, a bust of a woman, it looks like it was taken secretly, red hair, about thirty years old, and the second page is some of her information, such as name, age, and so on. The third page is a photo of a man, also with a long shot, taken from a distance, with a clear water chestnut on his face, which is a very masculine tough guy type. On the fourth page is some information about this man. Surprisingly, this man is still a boxer, and he is also a very good, well-known boxer.

But this time he also went to San Francisco, so that the old man with the goatee felt that the first step of the plan had been carried out smoothly! In the lessons of the previous three failures, this man had appeared, and so had the woman! But this time it obviously didn't matter what he had planned, and they would be in the near future. With the vast majority of people in San Francisco, they got sick for some reason, and then they couldn't breathe for any reason. In the inexplicable internal organs, Yan zhòng's ulcer appeared, and then Yan zhòng's ulcer, like a walking corpse. In that case, will these two men be able to stop their plans again? No! No one can ......

Sunny Isles ......

"Agreed. Sean agreed: "I have a suit with this pattern, with a red, red, green, and green waveform curve. ”；

"Yes? That's actually a filavirus, like I-Bora. Of course, dyed. Those little things will kill you in forty-eight hours, no cure. ”；

"Are there any of these in this building?" asked Sean.

"Probably. Dr. Clinton said.

"The police don't like that word, doctor. Yes or no?", Sean asked.

"Yes, but safely stored. After freezing, a lock was added. Dr. Clinton said, "We, who are studying the ape I-Bora virus, are monkey-like I-Bora disease, not humans. ”；

"Do you have a list of your germs?" asked Theresa, interjecting.

"It's on. But let's be honest, we can't say anything about every kind. And you have a question about someone cultivating a certain microorganism in an unauthorized place. Yes, I know what you guys have in mind. You think that the Barty couple took some very strange and deadly microbes, and possibly sold them to, Eh. Let's just say it's a foreign power. But I promise you, they won't. Dr. Clinton said.

"Why not?" asked Sean.

"Because it's too horrible to think about. Clinton said.

"It's comforting. Sean said.

Dr. Clinton leaned over the table, facing Sean, and said with a slight accent, "Detective Sean." If you had the key to open the gates of hell, would you open them? If you did, you would run as fast as you could. ”；

Sean pondered for a moment, then replied, "If the consequences of opening the gates of hell are so disastrous, then why do you need a lock and key?";

Clinton nodded and said, "I think it's to protect us from being killed by madmen." Of course, the Bartis weren't crazy. ”；

No one answered. Everyone has thought about this question, both verbally and in their minds, a dozen times since the beginning.

Finally, Dr. Clinton said, "I have another idea to share with you, and I believe it will prove true within today." That's my thoughts, Mr. and Mrs. Barty, they're nice people, but they're a little bit of a big spender when it comes to huā money. They stole the new vaccine they were working on. I believe they have made more progress in vaccine development than they made us think. Unfortunately, this happens from time to time in Bachelor of Science. They may have made separate notes, or even separate sequential gels, which are transparent petri dishes on which genetic mutations have occurred, and this has been inserted into the virus that causes the disease, and it appears to be, something like a barcode. ”。

No one said a word, so Clinton continued: "So, considering that the Bartys may have discovered a wonderful new vaccine against a terrible disease-causing virus, animal, human, or both, and keep the discovery a secret." For several months, they put the records, the genetic gel, and the vaccine itself in a secluded area of the real room, or in an uninhabited building on the island. Their aim, of course, perhaps, was to sell this to a foreign pharmaceutical company. Maybe they want to quit here, work for a private company, and then pretend they made that discovery there. Then, they get a handsome prize of several million dollars. And depending on the vaccine, the royalty may also be tens of millions of dollars. ”；

No one spoke. Sean glanced at Theresa. As we stood on the cliff, Sean thought, Theresa must have anticipated this possibility.

Dr. Clinton continued: "That makes sense, doesn't it? People who deal with life and death would rather sell their lives." If there is no other reason than being safer, then it is more profitable. Death is cheap. I can kill you with just a little anthrax. It is relatively difficult to protect and preserve life. So, if the deaths of the Bartys have anything to do with their work here, it's in the way I said. Why do you think of deadly viruses and bacteria? Why do you think that in your heart? As the saying goes, if your tool is just a hammer. So every question looks like a nail, doesn't it? Okay, I don't blame you. We often prepare for the worst. And that's your job. ”

No one spoke again.

Clinton finished looking at Sean and the others before continuing: "If the Barty couple does this, it is not moral." It is also illegal. And their agents. Their middlemen are also immoral and greedy, and seem to have murderous intentions. ”；

Sean thought to himself, it seems that Clinton has thought about these carefully.

Clinton continued: "This is not the first time that a government scientist or a corporate scientist has conspired to steal his discoveries and become a millionaire." It's frustrating for geniuses to see others making a lot of money because of the results of their work.

If this vaccine, for example. It can be used to treat widespread diseases, such as AIDS, then we are talking about hundreds of millions of dollars, or even billions of dollars for the discoverers. ”。 There was some truth in these words.

"Well, you'd think the Barty want to get rich, but I think they want to be famous. They want to be recognized. They want to name the vaccine after them, like the Salk vaccine. But that doesn't happen here. What we're doing here is in obscurity, closed within the academic world, and the couple are a bit of a glitz and glamour as scientists, they're young, and they want material things. They want the dream of the United States. And they are sure they deserve it. And you know, they really deserve it. They are exceptional, overworked and underpaid. So they seek compensation. I just want to know what they found. I'm afraid we won't be able to recover it. I also want to know who killed them, although I'm sure I know why. So, what do you think? Yes or no?" Clinton said.

The short detective opened first. and said, "I think so, Doctor, I think what you said may be right. ”

The other tall man didn't say anything.

Theresa nodded as well, but just said, "What you said makes perfect sense!";

Sean smiled and said, "Whether it's or not, I think we still need to find the murderer." But I think we should add another clue, the radicals!";

"Whether it's a radical, it's a vaccine. "But I'm leaning towards some vaccines because I know the Barty better; There are more lucrative ones in vaccines. For example, if it was a flu vaccine, then 100 million copies would be distributed every year in the United States alone, because the Barti couples did a great job of developing a virus vaccine. ”；

"Yes, vaccines. Sean immediately ignored the radicals' arguments and asked Dr. Clinton, "You say they've been planning this for a while, aren't you?";

"Oh yes. Once they realize what they're about to discover, they start taking fake notes, fake results, and making correct notes, and so on. This is a scientific two-book approach. Clinton said.

"So would the devotees be aware of what's going on? and there's no checking or accusation about it?" asked Sean.

"Oh, yes, of course. But Mr. and Mrs. Barty are partners with each other, and they are veteran researchers. And their area of expertise, viral genetic design, is very bizarre and not easy for others to examine. In the end, they are high-IQ geniuses, and as long as they have such an idea, they will have such a path. Clinton said.

Sean seemed to agree with him, so he nodded and said, "Unbelievable, how did they steal these things? I mean, how big are those jelly petri dishes?";

"Gel petri dish. Clinton said.

"Yes, how big?", Sean asked.

"Oh, maybe a foot and a half wide, two and a half feet long. Clinton said.

"How did they get this out of the biocontrol zone?", Sean asked.

"I'm not sure. Clinton said.

"What about their records?", Sean asked again.

"Fax it out, I'll pass it on to you. Clinton said.

"And what about vaccines?" said Sean.

"That's easier. Anal and vaginal * passages. Clinton said.

"I don't want to be so vulgar, Doctor. But I don't think they can take a few feet of gel petri dish on their butts and not get the slightest notice. Sean said.

Dr. Zwirner cleared his throat and replied with some embarrassment, "You don't actually need gel petri dishes, if you can photograph them or take a picture with a small spy camera." ”。

"Incredible. Sean repeated it again, but then he remembered the fax machine in the Bartys' office.

"Yes. Okay, let's see if we can deduce what happened and how. Clinton stood up and said, "If someone doesn't want to go into the biocontrol zone, they can sit in the hall or the *coffee room." Seeing that everyone did not give up, he continued, "Okay, then everyone is brave, please come with me." ”

Everyone was standing, and Sean said, "Stay together." ”

Dr. Clinton smiled at Sean and said, "When you're in the biocontrol zone, my friend, you'll naturally want to get as close to me as possible." ”

Sean had a feeling that he had only had a few months ago, when he was in a hurry in Los Angeles. (To be continued.)

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