In the Hardmond Laboratory, all the people are quietly waiting for a "great" exchange.

It's a bit like the feeling of humans trying to talk to aliens, while preparing for war and calculating how much benefit they can get from the other side, thinking about dismantling those monsters and pulling them to the bone, and worrying that the other side is too powerful to crush them into slag.

Several people had "we are so humble" expressions on their faces.

From Elle. Jessica knocked enter, and the dialing process had already started, and although she was in Los Angeles, she could disguise the number to any part of the world through the platform.

In the gym, Sean stood alone in front of the window, and the map of Los Angeles that he had seen had generated a more accurate three-dimensional image in his mind.

More than ten meters away from him, there was a strange humanoid pillar, which was an ionized tornado that had been cleaned up.

When the original invisible tornado returned, it had changed its appearance, full of dust, like a postmodern work of art, full of inexplicable movement.

Suddenly, Sean smiled, and with that smile, the cell phone in the glass jar rang.

After an impassioned trombone, the song sounds:

Arise, you who do not want to be slaves, and build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall....

This is the incoming call music, not only can you listen to it here in the operator settings, but you can also hear it when you make a call, I don't know if you want to express the meaning of the same song and the same dream.

In the Hardmond Laboratory, the central control room was eerily quiet, and everyone's expressions were ugly as if they were being.

Very passionate Chinese song, very good, if...

If it weren't for the clear subtitles on the screen, which is China's national anthem, called "March of the Volunteers", then everyone would not be so uncomfortable.

The gist of the lyrics is also translated to the side, which is simply irritating, and no one in the central control room wants to read it.

This is not the first accident, nor the second, not even the third, so everyone is already mentally prepared to accept everything.

This time, however, the accident still easily penetrated their psychological defenses.

Do any U.S. citizens use the Chinese national anthem as a ringtone?

This dead bald head can do it!

Well, we've never been one of our own anyway!

From the beginning of the appearance of this guy to the present, he has caused huge losses to the United States, both on the spiritual and material levels.

Of course, there are also people who benefit, such as the media, and several major media groups have taken advantage of the opportunity to increase their advertising costs.

However, the people in this room are all victims, and the psychological shadow area has long exceeded the body surface area, or can only be described by the golden sentence "live in the shadow for a lifetime".

Now, he is playing the Chinese national anthem to us, well, we have to call, we brought it on ourselves, the dead bald head is an absolute conspirator!

We seem to have lost more than one move in this dark battle, and now the song is almost like our base camp has been taken.

I hope the cabinet members didn't hear it, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!

Holding back the anger in his chest, Victor made a gesture of patience.

Without a little perseverance, how can you win this battle?!

You're only going to make an off-the-beaten-path move, but we're going to crush it with dignity...... Victor couldn't help but look at a screen showing six fast-moving videos, shot by a mosquito drone, in St. Barnia's Hospital.

The occupants of Ward 718 have been brought under control, and a black boy who is admitted under a pseudonym, and the nurse Maria is also corona to the ground.

Agent Chase points a gun at a doctor labeled Wade Jr. to let him into the room, and then knocks him out with a single shot, a stun gun.

Victor looked coldly into the air, clenched his fists, as if to say to the dead bald head: You don't know anything about our power!

…...

Los Angeles, St. Bania Hospital, in the morgue.

With endless remorse, Baker's body trembled under the white sheet.

He couldn't help but miss that dead bald head, no matter how cruel he was, after all, he still received his own $20,000, established a fragile friendship, or a cooperative relationship.

Sweating profusely, the air conditioning in the room became cold, and the body was also cold and hot, and there were some signs of cold.

Wait!

Baker's heart moved, cold, isn't this the feeling I have been expecting for a long time!

Maybe I'm about to mutate, Baker took a deep breath, now to buy time, I don't want to be a supporting character who can't survive three chapters, I'm going to be a superhero!

Baker's hand reached into his pocket, grabbed the lump of cotton, put it in his mouth, and bit his lip hard, filling his nose with a thick fishy smell.

Holding the phone in the other hand, there was a number, which he remembered very well.

If I ask him for help, will he come to my rescue?

Maybe you should send a text message first!

Blind text messaging, this is the basic skill of otaku, and, this is a feature phone, I'm so smart!

…...

In the aisle outside the door, Penny and Miller looked around with guns, and a few of the gangsters who had wanted to stir up trouble had fled far away, no matter how stupid they were, they knew who they couldn't afford to mess with.

"Didn't find it!" Penny asked, "Did you see him go down?" ”

Miller's eyes were red and swollen and he shook his head.

Penny looked at it, stopped talking, and signaled that it should be over there.

There is a lot of training in the bureau, and the places where the morgue can hide people are nothing more than those places, and in order of stupidity, they are pretending to be corpses, hiding under the bed, behind the door, hiding in the cabinet and on the ventilation pipe.

Miller didn't rush in, holding a gun in one hand, and whispered: "He may have a weapon, come and determine the location with an infrared pyrometer." ”

"No," Penny shook her head, motioning for Miller to look, and at the same time reported to the command vehicle, "Find Baker, in the basement morgue, the fourth row, the third column is the corpse of him, his feet shaking." ”

Miller glanced at it and said hatefully: "Bastard, you can't pretend to be a corpse, this kind of person can't even mix a box lunch when he is an actor!" ”

Penny suddenly motioned for Miller not to speak, as the voice from the command car came from the two of them's headphones.

"Be aware of signs of infection at each target, and if so, report it immediately, require biochemical-grade treatment. Do not have physical contact with him. ”

Signs of infection...

Miller swallowed softly, peeked at the bed, and the white sheet that was trembling on it, and one word came to mind: zombies.

Fack!

"Basement, need a net gun!" Miller said eagerly, "Take more!" ”

As soon as the words fell, only a slight wind was heard, and a large mosquito appeared overhead, and Miller was about to scream, when a voice came from his ear: "Let it in!" ”

This is that fingertip drone?

I've never seen anything so advanced, and Miller, who didn't have time to marvel, gently pushed the door open, and the big mosquito scurried into the door and began to fly quietly around the room.

There was the sound of small footsteps in the hallway.

Penny was already crouching down against the door, her guns in her hands, ready to run out of bullets at any moment.