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As soon as Professor Webb saw me, he eagerly asked me to help him, and I hurriedly comforted him: "Professor Weber, don't worry, speak slowly." I'll do my best. ”

Webb continued, "Now only you can help me. It's a matter of thousands of lives. ”

My first impression was that Professor Webb had watched too many apocalyptic movies and had delusional syndrome. What does he want me to do? Do I want to pretend to be Superman to save the planet?

I knew that Professor Weber was a very strict and rational person, so although I had an idea in my heart, I said in a calm voice: "Professor, what the hell is wrong?" Please make things clear so I can help you. ”

It seems that Professor Webber has been in a high level of tension, and his nervousness has been released by the gaffe just now, and now he is gradually calming down. He looked around and said, "Can we find a private place to talk?" ”

I quickly let him into the conference room, sat him down, poured him a cup of coffee, and sat across from him. Professor Webb took a sip of his coffee and said, "James, please forgive me for being impulsive, but this matter is really important. If you don't act, you will put an unknown number of people in danger. ”

He paused for a moment to organize the language: "The last time we met, I remember telling you that I was on a program and therefore the company I worked for forbade me to leave the country, right?" Now I'm going to tell you that the company has a military background, and that project is actually working on bioweapon-grade viruses. Although we were only doing primary screening for viruses, there were so many viruses stored in that lab that any one of them would be a catastrophe. ”

He took another sip of coffee to ease his nerves and continued: "Originally, the laboratory was designed with perfect protective measures, but because of repeated cuts in funding, many protective measures have been cut. All of us understand that in the event of an accident, there is a high chance that a virus leak will occur. Later, the company decided to close the laboratory due to lack of funds, and we were all relieved. But I didn't expect that two days ago I met a colleague who worked in the lab, and he said that in fact, the lab has not been completely closed. Although most of the virus and laboratory animals have been destroyed, a small amount of virus has been preserved. The most terrifying thing is that the backup power supply system in the laboratory can only maintain power for three days and nights, after which the virus may leak out. Those viruses are not yet weapon-level, but they are enough to cause a catastrophe. Someone has to stop this catastrophe, otherwise the consequences will be very dire. ”

I asked the professor, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"I have to go to the lab and kill the viruses before they leak," the professor said. If it's usually I go by myself, it's no problem, but you can see, it's very chaotic outside. Maybe I'm going to be robbed before I even get out of town, so I need someone to protect me there. Aren't you involved in a security company? All you have to do is send some people to protect me. ”

Cake sellers! I don't doubt the professionalism of the professors at all, so his guesses are certainly not chasing after the wind. But I don't have much to do right now, especially since the patrols need to be reorganized. With a hint of expectation, I asked the professor, "The company you work for won't fail to understand this, maybe they've already taken action?" ”

The professor slammed the coffee cup on the table and said angrily, "That's impossible." If they were so responsible, they would have taken the measures of the responsible person a long time ago, instead of waiting until now. The bosses of the company just want to make money, they have a military background, and what happens will not affect them. Unbeknownst to you, most of the money the military gives us is squandered by company bosses who refuse to increase their investment in security to prevent accidents. What more accountability can you expect from them? ”

All right. It is true that there is not much confidence in the discipline of those who have vested interests. But before I do that, I'm going to make an assessment. I asked the professor, "So what kind of viruses are they?" Isn't it amazing? Do you have a way to get rid of them safely? ”

"It's probably influenza viruses that have a very high ability to infect and can break out in large areas after the incubation period," the professor said. If it is in a time when the society is in good order, we have a chance to control the outbreak, but in this kind of chaos, it will be fatal. The laboratory is equipped with radiation inactivation equipment, and I irradiate the virus with cobalt 60 to destroy the virus cleanly. ”

"How far is the lab from here?"

"A little more than a hundred kilometers to the northeast."

I measured the distance, "In the National Park?" ”

The professor nodded, "Yes, on the edge of the national park." ”

If it goes smoothly and I can call back and forth in one day, I am a little excited. Although I didn't want to be Superman to save the earth, I studied medicine and had a natural fear of viruses, especially mutant viruses, and Professor Webb's words made me feel at ease, so it was better to solve this danger.

I thought about it and said to the professor, "Okay, I'll take a few people to send you there." We'll be back as soon as we're done. ”

The professor stood up happily and said, "Great. James, I didn't misread you! ”

I smiled wryly and walked over to the monitoring room and told Big Bird that I was going out. Everyone was surprised that I was going out now, and I had to tell them that I was uneasy not to go. "Carlos' messenger says we can do it under the banner of the Tequila Gang, so did you say how?" I asked Dawson.

Dathan said, "As long as we report the name of the Tequila Gang Jackal Brigade." Actually, I don't think it's very useful. The Mexicans are loosely organized, and there are still a large number of Mexican gang members who will listen to the Tequila gang and it is difficult to say. ”

Either way, give it a try. I thanked Dason and told them to do their job over the intercom, and I asked the Powell brothers Jr. and Marjola to report to me.

Dathan said, "You drive an armored car." Be safe. ”

I gladly accepted this suggestion. And in order to deal with possible emergencies on the road, in addition to the M14 sniper rifle, I also chose a foreign trade version of the Type 03 rifle that was captured last night. After a while, when Brother Powell Jr. and Marjora arrived, I explained to them that I was escorting Professor Webb to handle some things and get them to re-equip themselves. As a result, Powell chose the foreign trade version of the Type 56 short rifle, and Heyer chose an M4 carbine. Out of nowhere, Marjora got an old-fashioned M16 with a civilian scope, and a tactical shotgun.

I looked at Marjola's gun and said, "This M16 is a bit old." ”

"I used the M16 when I first joined the army, so I'm familiar with this gun. With an M16, the firepower of the four of us is more reasonable. ”

I agreed with him and beckoned, "Get in the car." We're going to try to see if the car is good to drive. ”

Dawson poked his head out of the window and reminded us, "I forgot to tell you that there are improvised perforations in the windows that you can use to shoot out of the car." By the way, there is also a dialogue system in the car that can talk to the outside of the car. ”

There was only a small light in the car, which looked black and rumbling, and I could only stare at a few screens to constantly correct the direction of the truck. The truck ran a few hundred meters down the street like a drunk before I found my senses and drove slowly to the eastern intersection. Then Professor Webb suddenly said, "By the way, James, we'd better go to Ahanbula." Jassim, the lab's former head of security, lives in Ahambula, and he was one of the last people to leave the lab, and if he can be found, he will be safe. ”

Well, viruses are really dangerous, so it's better to find someone who is familiar with the situation. But how to get to Ahanbula? I asked, "Who knows the way to Ahambula?" ”

Heyer, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to a screen on my left hand and said, "The GPS marked here, you can open it and take a look." ”

Fack! At this time, who is brain-dead to install GPS in the car? I turned that device on, and it turned on GPS, but there was no signal, and it was all decoration. Haye immediately went crazy: "How can we go out without GPS?" ”

There were no cars on the street at all, so I was relaxed and had time to point to the bag I had in my hand and say, "Take out your tablet and open the map to help me get directions." ”

The problem is that I look up to Haye. This guy can play with a tablet, but the skill of reading a map is beyond his level of intelligence. He opened the map under my guidance, but he still couldn't figure out the direction of the map after the car had driven for several kilometers. Hearing the gunshots around me from time to time, I finally lost my patience and said to Heyer, "Let Marjo come to the front, and you go to the back." ”

I stopped the car, and Heyer opened the door to get out of the car with a helpless face, but there was a loud bang on the door - it was the sound of a bullet hitting a steel plate. Heyer wasn't a chick who had been on the battlefield for the first time, and immediately shrank back. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.