Garden, meeting room.

Harris propped his chin on, looking thoughtful, and the slab in front of him made a soft noise from time to time.

He frowned, nodded, and motioned for the orderly to close the door.

"General." A voice came out, but it was just a phantom of a person on the tablet.

"Doctor, you shouldn't talk to me." Harris spoke solemnly. Dr. Harman, the head of a military lab, has a code name on the cloud platform that is just a string of numbers, yet he has asked to speak to Harris several times, which is very unconventional.

However, he was the head of Project T, and Harris wanted to hear anything new than what he had suggested.

"My suggestion was not met with an adequate response." Dr. Harman's tone was unpleasant.

"The platform is relatively fair, otherwise we would just call you and ask for advice, so why spend so much energy." Harris replied coldly.

"No, I mean they're probably all wrong!" Harman raised his voice, "It's entirely possible that the mutation was caused by a virus!" ”

"Reason!" Harris interrupted impatiently.

I couldn't see Haman's expression, but his tone was serious: "I checked all the information that has been recorded to be electrocuted, from humans to animals, all of them who survived, and none of them had any alienation ability. Including household appliances, industrial electricity, and lightning! Unless you call memory loss tremor weakness a mutation. ”

Harris let out a long breath and asked helplessly, "Can't it be a special case?" ”

"Stupid! The evolution of living things is never driven by the only factor, the entire evolutionary chain is screened out over a long period of time by integrating the characteristics of other organisms, and the so-called special cases are no special cases! Do I know or do you understand?! By the end, the voice was almost growling.

Harris could imagine Harman squirting a ton of saliva on the screen, and he was glad he was talking to him across the screen.

"Doctor, I'm a soldier, I can't understand you!" Harris sighed, "What do you want to do?" ”

"The virus, it must be the effect of the virus, from the point in time when he embodied his superpowers, he began to calculate the time forward and backward, which is the rate at which the virus grows in the body in a geometric progression! I'm familiar with it. ”

"You mean a cold?" Harris frowned, the names of some super-infectious diseases passing through his mind, including the terrifying zombie figures, and he knew that those works were not depicted as complete fantasies.

Haman paused for two seconds, and his voice softened: "I don't mean a cold, but you can understand it this way, he has a special cold, and he could have died, but the lightning strike brought him some strange energy, and his cells fused with viruses and mutated!" ”

Harris frowned, "Okay, you provided an idea, but you didn't say what you wanted!" ”

"I want all the cells! It's best to be down to every hour! You must know that even if we catch him now and get the **, it is possible that we ordinary humans will not be able to bear it! ”

Harman roared again, and if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't climb into the fiber, Harris thought he might have been strangled to death in the conference room.

"Could it be that the original strain of the virus from before is so good?" Harris inexplicably felt his head big, "You still have to get a lightning catalyst?" ”

"It's okay to power it up, forget it, this is an experimental plan that can't be discussed now. Hurry up and arrange it! By the way, those who have had physical contact should also be controlled, and I want to see if they have signs of infection! ”

All?

There are many people, but if it really points to the ultimate goal, the people who should be arrested should also be grasped, there is nothing that cannot be done, it depends on the dedication and determination.

"Okay!" Harris reached out to cut off the call, and the military and the mad scientist could only talk like this.

The command is given, and all target cells are collected, code: vacuum cleaner.

…...

Los Angeles, Studio One.

"The signal is gone, the signal for target D is gone," Ethan turned his head to report, "what did you find?" ”

"Analyze the path and send it to the pursuit team." Alijie looked at the command on the tablet and said.

"Six of the hospital's garage cameras were smashed in the morning, and the cameras inside were all spitted dirty, and I guess the thugs did it, so we didn't find the car of the D target." Peake sighed, scratched his nose hard, and muttered, "What an accident." ”

"Send the reason to the platform, and pay attention to this variable next time." Red whispered, but it really wasn't his side of the matter, "His car shouldn't have gone into the garage, there's a surface parking lot on the map, probably parked there." Is Baker still around? ”

"He... His car has no record of leaving the garage, and the phone keeps turning off, so we can't locate it. ”

"Take advantage of all the phones in the hospital location and use their cameras to find people!"

"Yes." Fred tapped his hands on the keyboard a few times, and a white dot appeared on a screen, and then several of them suddenly turned red.

"The data is sent to the non-death comparison platform and let them process it." Alijie said quietly.

Fred nodded and sighed softly. Because it is highly confidential, the simple things that could have been directly called and asked about individuals have become so complicated, and the poor cloud platform has one more terrible task, but it is only a matter of a few CPUs.

After a while, he spoke, "There is no signal in the CT room, and I can't find Reed's phone." ”

Alyselle looked at a screen on the left, the red dot on it was the ambulance in the bureau, which was almost at the entrance of St. Bania's Hospital: "Let them go in and find it!" No matter how smart a machine is, it can't do everything. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a new instruction appeared on the tablet in her hand, and Ai Lijie sighed slightly, finally coming to this point, and the difficulty increased several times.

Fred bowed his head and said a few words to Red.

"What are you discussing?" Alijie frowned and asked.

Red looked at him and turned to Elle, "Fred thinks Baker may have left the hospital too, he turned off the phone after receiving that text message, so he must have escaped." ”

"Escape so fast, one by one..."Ai Lijie bit her lower lip lightly, a little helpless, "Then why is there no record of his car leaving the garage?" ”

"There's Reed, and Reed is in the hospital, is it possible for him to drive Reed's car? Or run away with Reed? Fred pulled up the record and pointed to it, "Five minutes ago." ”

"Bring up Reed's information," said Alyselle, frowning, "this is not normal! ”

Fred did it.

Alyselle spoke: "Now not only must all those who have been in direct contact with the target's body have to be controlled, but also those who may have taken away traces of living organisms. ”

The room suddenly fell silent, and everyone had to digest this new instruction for a few seconds, and not a single cell could be spared?

What if the dandruff that may have been blown to Montana by the wind? The top really gives orders and doesn't have back pain!

Red squinted his eyes and counted the heads for a while, and then spoke: "There are more and more people involved, do you want to declare that there is an acute infectious disease in the hospital?" Direct blockade? ”

Ai Lijie bit her lower lip and closed her eyes for two seconds: "Send it to me and send it to the platform." ”

Hospitalization for dozens of hours, after one first aid, two ward changes, contact with the attending doctor, resident doctor, intern and nurse.....

I have been on the street and beaten people, and there are not many physical contacts, but there are a few.

The requirement that not a single cell can flow out, if this is put in a TV series, it is definitely not this way of arresting.

A few otaku glanced at the weather GIF of the wild dog hurricane above the side, and the people outside were offended in this weather.

…...

One Duane Street, 9th Floor, Boxing Gym.

Although I really wanted to put on a fist and charge posture to smash this damn Chinese guy to slag in the roar of "orcs will never be slaves", the pain in my stomach had not dissipated, and looking at Sean's indifferent face, Fran was a chicken.

The difference in strength is too great, even greater than the distance between himself and a ten-year-old child. Fran didn't know who could knock a hundred pounds out of the ring with one punch, and he weighed one hundred and eighty pounds.

Fran looked at Sean's face, there was not a trace of sweat on it, not even the red marks that had not been hit by that hand, the second time was wearing gloves, he didn't even tighten the rope, hell!

Two, no, I can't beat him, Fran secretly estimated the gap, and getting in the ring was the level of a one-punch knockout.

Shaun didn't just hit him once, but twice, each time with only one punch, and each punch made him vomit to the point of numbness, and if it wasn't for his stomach but his face, Fran felt that he might have been beaten into a concussion or even a brain hemorrhage.

He definitely didn't want to come a third time, in fact, he shouldn't have gone up the second time, stupid enough, if he did it again, then Fran felt that maybe he wasn't stupid, but he was beaten out of the masochistic latent personality.

The sound of swallowing saliva is loud.

"You're so humorous..."Fran Qiang smiled and closed his mouth after saying half a sentence, his stomach began to feel uncomfortable, which was the sequelae of being beaten, reminding him to stop provoking the guy in front of him.

Fight in the ring, pay five for one, go on the live broadcast, cut the land, and return the concession......

These things are connected, and there is only one truth!

With full IQ, Fran has determined that the bald head in front of him is a middle-second cancer advanced and severe mental illness, maybe he came to the United States for treatment but ran away, well, or a violent maniac, my rich second generation still has a good life, and I must not die here!

Fran spread his hands and stared at Shaun, his eyes blinked dozens of times, his heart walked 20,000 miles, and the villain in his head also knelt down and fought and ran to push the battle situation a hundred times, but it turned out that it was better to coax the vegetables, and no one else saw it anyway.

Sean looked at him calmly and suddenly smiled: "Don't want to stay? Create a big scene? Lunch boxes are provided. ”

"I guess I'd better go, it's not suitable for me, my hands are clumsy,... Well, the weather is bad today, so it's good to go home and sleep! ”

Taking out the demeanor of a loser who does not lose the battle, Fran squeezed and said a sentence with a smile, picked up his bag and mobile phone with shaking hands, walked out of the door upside down, bowed with a smile, and closed the door.

"Well done! Orcs will never be slaves! A shrill voice rang out abruptly in the center console, and a fist was raised in the air.

Victor's eyes swept over the corner, grabbed a hot dog at hand, smashed it and yelled, "Shut up! Who the hell is an orc!? ”

The fist retracted, the hot dog bounced on the ground, and the otaku who suddenly wanted to howl with their throats just now all closed their mouths tightly, and the room was dead.

A distinct gasp came from the screen, and it was Fran's.

"When the phone was picked up, there was not much content in the camera, and it has been uploaded to the platform for analysis." A technician whispered.

Victor squinted his eyes and looked preoccupied, and raised his hand to signal continued quiet...... What will Shaun do?

Rush out and hit someone?

Or is it just a matter of letting people go?

Then start the live stream?

In the gym, there were only two people left.

Hearing the sound of a long breath outside the door, Xiao Xue was a little anxious, that Fran's expression was fake, this must be to call the police.

wanted to say something, but was stopped by a look from Sean.

Sean suddenly laughed: "I thought his festival was fractured, but it was only the extent of the bone crack, not bad!" ”

Ear-piercing laughter echoed in the center console, and Victor gritted his teeth and ordered: "Turn down the volume!" ”

For fear that another patriot will be so angry that he will blow himself up, this guy must have done so on purpose.

"Isn't it treason if you can bend and stretch like this?" Someone muttered in a low voice, and there was a lot of relief in his words, and tears filled him.

"What about Fran? It's already out, so should we call him to explain the situation and let him go back? Striving for meritorious atonement? Someone whispered.

Victor took a deep breath: "No, he's already out, then control him, he took a fist, his abdomen is in contact with the target's body, we want to extract the target's body cells!" ”

"Yes!"

A resounding answer, awe-inspiring in battle.

Cooperation, or the capture of Shaun alive, this is the first goal, and it is included in the first level of achievement.

Obtaining the latest somatic cells is the second level of important results.

The cloud platform has analyzed that the mutation of the target occurred in these two days, and it is worth studying what kind of linear evolution this mutation process is, but if it becomes stronger over time, it must be as fresh as possible.

As for the "he's getting weaker" that a certain agent imagined, no one dares to believe it, if he gets weaker, then why not hide, live broadcast after live broadcast like this, where does it seem to be getting weaker?

Or have you become mentally retarded?

Look at the way we have big heads, who dares to say that this guy is mentally retarded?!

So if it can be extracted directly from Fran and confirmed to be useful, then the attack plan can even be a little bolder, if you can't take the living, you will take the dead.

There is nothing that cannot be explained!

No matter how big something happens, so many enemies of the United States can take turns to take the blame!

"Action! Codename Drug Transporter. Victor quickly came up with a name for the plan, which was strange but made perfect when you thought about it.

One Duran Street, Target Fran. De Boer, take an electric shock, do not touch his abdomen, and wrap his body in a medical bag or garbage bag.

The order was given, and in the wind and rain of Los Angeles, more than a dozen cars suddenly turned sharply in the street, making a piercing roar.

There are people in every car who scold, this ghost weather is inhumane enough to perform tasks, and all kinds of strange requests come out at every turn, one will go to buy vibrators, one will go to find cute pets, and now they have to arrest people and pack them in high-end bags.

Countless people have the idea of reporting their resignation at the same time.

…...