"Boss, the first batch of 100,000 NZT57 tablets, a total of 100 boxes, are all packaged."

While Simmons was a little distracted, the sealed bottles filled with the new NZT57 drug had been neatly stacked into a special safe.

Hearing Manan's reminder, he turned his gaze and also noticed that these silver safes were also not marked with the double "S" mark of the corona company, which was probably required by the confidentiality procedure, most likely because this batch of new drugs was still in the process of testing.

Simmons also heard from Mr. Dante, the head of the park, that only when it is really about to be introduced to the market, the new drug and the container will be uniformly marked.

The automatic door at the edge of the factory opened again, and a whole team of staff wearing the uniform of the corona company rushed in. Stein's gaze turned, scanning around the factory and quickly landing on Simmons, who walked straight towards him.

"Simmons, the head of Line 3? Is Manager Rodney right? Hello, I'm John from the Intricate Testing Department? Kirk. ”

"Yes, I am. Hello, Mr. Kirk, and welcome to the First Science Park. Winters in Chicago are not pleasant, but may the snowstorms don't make you lose sight of our enthusiasm. ”

Simmons passionately called himself John? Kirk's colleague shook hands and made a small joke in an attempt to bring the two sides closer. After all, for a long time, the two people in charge of the handover of the new drug are estimated to have to deal with each other.

Thunder? A smile erupted into Stein's grim face, and he responded with the same hard grip on the other side, and then quickly returned to that poker face. In a somewhat mechanical voice, he said:

"Thank you. Rodney Manager. Has the first test tablet, NZT57, been encapsulated? Our car was already waiting at the door. Need to rush back as soon as required. ”

"Of course, of course, then don't waste your time. If you're not in a hurry to come back next, be sure to invite you for a drink. ”

Simmons nodded hurriedly, and motioned for Manan to take those people from the production and testing department to hand over, sampling and testing each other's confidential parts and magnetic cards, and these procedures were all carried out in an orderly manner, about half an hour later. The set has already been done.

Ray looked carefully at the handover in his hand, then took out the signature pen clipped to his chest, and resigned John in the blank space at the end. Kirk's words, followed by the exchange of another copy also signed by Simmons, shook hands with him again, nodded his head, and quickly turned around and walked out the door behind the test personnel carrying the safe.

The whole process seems to be clean and clean, and there are not even superfluous words.

What a meticulous guy.

Simmons was not disgusted by Ray's coldness, after all, the other party is still very strict in handing over the work, and some people just talk less, right. At least this colleague is not difficult to talk to.

"Mission accomplished, boss. Can you leave work early and let me go? You know, hehe, Delia asked me to go to the bar in the evening......"

Ma Nan, who didn't know when he took off his dust-free suit, walked over with a relaxed sway, and said with a smile. Delia is his new girlfriend, a big beautiful girl with a hot body, and the two are in a hot love period of honey and oil, and they can't wait to stick together 24 hours a day.

"For the sake of not having anything wrong today, fuck off!"

Simmons slapped Manan on the shoulder angrily, of course he knew what his subordinates were thinking, but as long as he did his job well, he didn't mind giving the guys some small conveniences in private, after all, he still had to talk about some favors, didn't he.

And the one he called John? Kirk's colleagues in the production test department had already driven into the snow with a huge Corona company truck.

Simmons? Rodney would never have imagined that the batch of NZT57 he oversaw was not a new drug for a serious illness. And Ray? Stein, and certainly not the staff of the production and testing department of the head office, had all torn off the Corona company logo on their chests and taken off their uniforms after the truck left downtown Chicago.

Braving the wind and snow, the long truck drove southeast and drove directly into a hidden abandoned factory near the intercity border. The sizable but unassuming factory was completely closed to the outside world, but the cameras swept throughout, the barbed wire fences pulled up high, and the security guards who did not patrol everywhere showed that it was under high security, and these security guards were of course taken care of by March's fortress company.

In this mysterious abandoned factory, there is a whole packaging line.

Thunder? Stein had already led his subordinates to get busy, constantly directing them to reopen all the safes, unpacking and disassembling each box of NZT57 tablets, putting them into a new assembly line, and the precise jet abrasives marked a capital "P" on the surface of each crystal clear tablet, and then quickly passed it on, re-injecting it into the beautiful cylindrical pill bottle in sky blue, and then neatly stacking it back into the new black safe.

After such a slightly cumbersome additional process, these new drugs have nothing to do with the trial drug NZT57 produced in the first science and technology park of the corona company, and even Simmons and others, who spend their days with the drug, cannot recognize their own work.

And the so-called Corona Company's production test department will only leave a record that is so simple that it could not be simpler:

The trial drug has been destroyed.

In just over an hour, the entire 100,000 pieces of NZT57 were all repackaged, and the brand-new suitcases were neatly placed into another truck without any markings.

No stops, Ray? Stein and the others got back on and continued southeast along Interstate Ring and Lake Michigan, soon crossing the border between the two states. Towards the end of the evening, they finally arrived at their first destination:

Indianapolis (Indianapolis).

For a demon team of up to ten people, such a long journey would not affect them in any way. These terrifying creatures, who are so strong, cold, and energetic that they don't even need to drink, eat, or rest like machines, are unanimous and tenacious silent throughout the process.

Compared to the clean Chicago, Indianapolis is much less modern.

The trucks parked smoothly outside a large gas station in the city, and the long queues of trucks and cars waiting to refuel in front of them were estimated to be their turns. Ray left all the others in the car to wait, but he opened the door and jumped off, walking through the streets where the snow had not yet completely melted and the ice slag was stained on the ground, and walked to the mailbox opposite the horse.

After standing still for a moment, Ray raised his hand and tightened the collar of his oversized trench coat, then took a cigarette and lighter from his lined pocket, lit them and took a puff, as if enjoying a short break in the middle of a long journey while admiring the winter scenery of Indianapolis.

At the same time, in the distance, a few dozen meters away from where Lei was, there was also a young man standing.

This medium-sized young man is ordinary-looking, with half-length wavy curls pulled down in the dreadlocks, and he looks a bit hippie. O'Connor, a mixture of Jews and Irish, immigrated here in the last century, and although he looks a little immature on the outside, if anyone underestimates him because of this, most people will quickly regret that they are blind.

Although only in his early 20s, most of his peers are still messing around on campus, and Sam? O'Connor has long since gotten rid of those boring lives and is already the backbone of the "Posano family". Yes, it's the largest mafia family in Indianapolis, "Bossano". If you go anywhere in the city's underground society and name Sam "Hammerhead", you're sure to get a high look.

Today, however, Sam has spent an afternoon wandering around the park on the corner of the city with nothing to do, and most of the fierce men on the road will be very curious if they see it: what is it that makes Sam "Hammerhead" so cautious and alone here.

Although he seemed to be constantly moving around, Sam's gaze remained consistent, consciously or unconsciously, and he never left the mailbox across the street. So, when to see Thunder? When Stein crossed his horse and stood next to the old mailbox with mottled paint, his eyes lit up.

Guys who can mix well in the underworld usually don't have bad eyesight. To Sam, this eye-catching outsider, though unremarkably dressed, had an indescribably strange and cold temperament, and compared to the real freight drivers and workers who came and went around him, like a blacktip reef shark mixed in with a school of tuna, he only needed to look at it and he knew in an instant that this person was very different.

But Sam still didn't move, just continued to stare at Ray quietly, until he saw the guy in the gray trench coat raise his hand and start to light a fire and smoke, he finally clearly saw that on the back of Ray's right hand, a fist size was intricately and densely striking, these black and red intertwined stripe tattoos, each line looked so vivid and vivid, as if it would continue to squirm with his movements.

At first glance, it may seem disorganized, but if you pay close attention, you will find that there is actually a special pattern. However, before they could distinguish clearly, they suddenly caused people to feel violently dizzy and nauseous.

Damn it! What a broken tattoo this is!

Sam finally knew why he didn't have to worry about misidentification or confusion when the boss told him to have tattoo markings. Because when he tried a little hard to see the pattern clearly, the inexplicable nausea made him almost throw up directly after being caught off guard.

Fortunately, Sam knew the opportunity, hurriedly looked away, and took a few deep breaths before barely calming down. As for the specific image of the tattoo, only part of the chaotic trajectory remains in the brain:

That appears to be an uppercase "s". (To be continued......)