Chapter 242: Cover-up
Victor, who was in the small room, only devoted a third of his energy to Beck.
From just now to now, he had a bad premonition in his heart, why would Sean be so generous...
Give time for us to give Alyselle a "beautiful face", which is completely inconsistent with this guy's character, Britney is so angry that she wants to cry because of his two words, Penny wants to sue him, he has the patience to wait for a woman to put on makeup?
Conscience found that the attitude was softened and willing to sit at the negotiating table? More unlikely!
Catching people off guard is his style, holding high and fighting is this guy's urine, he must have some other conspiracy quietly unfolding, what could it be?
Are you really waiting for the moment when the virus breaks out?
He commanded his mobile phone to take an aerial shot, live streaming the damn real America?
Or is he waiting for his accomplices to make other arrangements?
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So far, basically the people who have contact with Sean during the critical time have been controlled in their hands, and the one who is on the run is Western, and there is also a gangster who is suspected of being an accomplice, the latter is estimated to have temporarily stolen the car and was used by the dead bald head to consume the police force.
A team of agents was sent out to search for the garbage at St. Barnia's Hospital, and it was not known how much work had been done, Britney and Sean took a picture and went home to take a shower, and the bath water was not kept.
If there really was a super virus, it would have spread throughout the city by now, and it would have even flowed into the sea from the sewers and blown into Montana by the wind.
Victor pinched the stubble on his chin, and when he thought of a possibility, he pulled it hard, and by the time he reached the tenth, he was already drenched in sweat, his face was haggard like a chrysanthemum, and his heart was like an empty dome.
An hour ago, he was full of ambition, but now he feels like the world is full of malice.
The amber project, for the dinosaur blood in the body of the buzzing mosquito, I gave it to Lao Lei, originally wanted to be a competition.
Now it seems that the dead bald head is simply a combination of mosquito dinosaur aliens and humans, so annoying, so violent, so venomous, and especially has a strong sense of revenge.
If you can't deal with him, he will definitely take revenge on me, whether it is the president or Lao Lei, you need someone to take the blame, and that person will not be anyone else except me.
How will a dead bald head torture me?
Like we did with Baker?
Without this plan, would I have been able to spend the rest of my life in peace? That's a really good question, so what really got me into this trouble was Elle, this self-righteous woman!
Victor pulled out another broken beard, I have to find a way to get this woman to take the blame for me, this plan was drawn up by her, and the information that Sean is a mutant is also sorted out by her.
How would Shaun torture her?
Like we did with Baker?
Victor's gaze fell on the small window.
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"Hey, I said I'm going to be a tainted witness!" Baker saw that the other party skipped the topic, and quickly shouted again.
"Oh?"
"Listen guys, I'm very innocent in this whole affair, Iā" Baker sniffled, "You should know that I don't get paid much, but I still put $20,000 into Western's research for the sake of science." He told me I could get the Nobel Prize, and oh my God, who wouldn't be tempted by that! ā
"How are you going to do it?"
"Western is going to grow Shaun's somatic cells, and when he gets them... Anyway, it's cloning or something, he's already started doing it, and you all know, we signed an agreement with Shaun, and the file is in my drawer. ā
"Found it in your car."
"Well, I forgot, I took it, it's a ** society, isn't it? I'm really just an ordinary citizen who wants to sacrifice himself for the sake of human evolution, give me a chance, I'll be a tainted witness, you can testify to anyone you want... Western? Shaun? Or someone from the hospital, by the way, there is a guy named Miller, who may have been given an injection in his ass and was probably caused by Sean, and he always has some special abilities. Miller... Is it your colleague? You're from the FBI? ā
Baker said that a person's name depends on a person, and no one pays attention to him. Anyway, Miller was quietly shut upstairs, under observation.
"I'll talk about the tainted witnesses later." Beta replied coldly, "You are a drug carrier, and it is impossible to go to court." ā
Baker was going crazy: "I'm not sick, I just bit my lip, his stuff is in the car." ā
"We found it, and it says Western?" A man holds up a picture on a tablet to show Baker.
Baker opened his eyes and looked at it for a moment and nodded: "Yes! ā
"Then why did you run away? Why did Western run away, and why did he notify you before he ran? Beta asked again calmly.
"Because we're afraid of this guy, this bald murderer who doesn't blink, and today Richard's relates occupy his room, and he will definitely be angry when he comes back!
There was also a dead bald head who injured those gangsters but didn't want them to die, maybe Western was too perfunctory in his surgery and accidentally killed a few of them, he was scared!
As for why Western is notifying me... How do I know, maybe he's afraid of being beaten by a dead bald head! He has a bad relationship with the dead bald head, and he still wants to draw the blood of the dead bald head! Hell, I knew that! Why don't you ask him personally!? ā
Baker was again, and it was a clean and pleasant one.
The amount of information is very large, very sufficient, and the analysts on the platform are particularly excited, which are all important information that they have not obtained before, and now they can update the three-view analysis report, interpersonal relationship analysis report and ability assessment report.
"Related?"
"I don't know who it is, what kind of people are talking about the UCLA basketball team, I don't watch basketball! Western knows, but you'd better ask Richard, he must have received a favor, maybe a golf membership card. ā
"What did Western take with you?"
"I don't know, I took all the things he left behind in the car, they were all things left by Sean during the first aid, I just thought it would be worth the money in the future before I took it!" Baker gritted his teeth in frustration, "I think he's going to be a superhero, so these things must be worth a lot of money, I'm not sick!" ā
"But you just said that you were about to mutate, what did you do for yourself?"
"I didn't do anything, I just touched his clothes, how can this be infected? Hell, he's mutated by a lightning strike! ā
"You're lying! Beck, it's easy to see if you're telling the truth, don't bother, you're deliberately infecting yourself, right? ā
"I didn't!" Baker exclaimed eagerly.
"We found a small lump of cotton in your mouth. Don't say it's chewing gum! Beta said in a gloomy voice.
"I have a ulcer at the corner of my mouth!" Baker shook his head vigorously.
"You're lying! Your eyes don't dare to look at me! ā
Baker stared at the mosquito drone above his head in a daze: "Hell, what's that?" Mosquito drone? Fack! You guys also broadcast this meeting live! I haven't got my clothes on yet! This is a violation of civil rights! ā
"You lied!" An alpha behind his head interrupted him.
Baker hissed, "Fake! Give me tissues, give me clothes and block my tink, at least one thing! Otherwise, I wouldn't have told the truth! ā
Alpha yelled, "You speak first!" I'll give it again! ā
Baker tried to turn his head to look at the alpha, but it was in vain to be tied too tightly.
After trying for a while, his head slammed on the bed and looked up weakly: "Okay, that's what Sean used, bring some of his blood, I chewed it, I want to be superhuman, what's wrong with this?" Which law did you break again?! What about you? You dare to say that you don't think so?! ā
As he spoke, Baker's voice rose again.
"Okay!" Beta nodded, "That makes sense. Everyone has a superhero dream in their hearts. ā
He looked up at Alpha: "It seems to be true. ā
"I said, what about the conditions you agreed to?" Baker exclaimed eagerly.
Alpha laughed strangely: "Give him tissues, give him clothes to block Dingding, at least one thing!" ā
Beta gestured, and one of the people next to him pulled out a tissue, shook it open, and put it over Beck's little tintin.