When Amanda Waller jumped out of the driver's seat of her silver-gray SUV, the heel of the low-soled shoe she was wearing happened to get stuck in the sewer fence outside the NYPD headquarters.

“FUCK。”

Ms. Waller cursed with great calmness, bent down, took off her shoes that had been completely stuck in the fence, and rushed through the NYPD gate barefoot.

Amanda's presence in the hall was somewhat withdrawn, and it was clear that most of the junior officers had only seen Ms. Waller for a moment, and their knowledge of her was limited to "a certain high-ranking bureaucrat".

At this moment, the officers in the hall were ignorant of what was happening in the forensic laboratory.

All they knew was that in just one hour, the headquarters of the NYPD welcomed many high-ranking officials like Amanda.

At this time, it was night, and some of the police officers who got off duty were urgently called by their superiors, and they were ordered to rush back to their police station and wait for instructions from their superiors.

NYPD's superintendents, inspectors, inspectors, sergeants, and even detectives, police officers, and trainee police officers, all of whom held various positions, were blocked in the hall, looking at each other, and the voices of discussion were one after another.

The recent New York serial murder case has indeed attracted the world's attention, but does such a big battle seem a little ...... Use a steam engine to crack nuts?

Fortunately, Amanda's assistant was already waiting in the hall, and when she saw her come in, she laboriously made her way through the crowd, handed her a report, and whispered, "They are all waiting for you." ”

Naturally, they are referring to the top level who really have decision-making power.

With her bare feet on the cold floor, Amanda squeezed her way through the crowd to the forensic lab.

The entire laboratory is largely cordoned off, with clear plastic curtains for isolation supported by brackets and connected together, which can only be accessed through a transverse cylindrical isolation channel.

At the end of the passage stood a large group of administrators, who could be identified by the sign on their chests.

CDC stands for the American Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the DOE Department of Health, the FEMA Federal Emergency Management Agency, and SHILD S.H.H.ING.

The bureaucrats, with their different signs, were either loud or solemn, apparently arguing over what was happening in the forensic laboratory.

Finally, a man stepped out of the isolation passage.

He was wrapped in a yellow isolation suit, equipped with protective goggles, gloves, protective shoes, and a respiratory filter.

He left the isolation passage and finished cleaning the exterior in the temporary disinfection room on the side before walking in front of the group.

Everem Goodwinze, chief medical officer for the New York region of the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, is a middle-aged man with bald hair and a thin, angular face.

It is easy to think of Mr. Lex Luthor, who has recently become a thriving politician and businessman.

In any case, if Ifraim were placed in another environment, he might be considered a high-ranking official, but in front of the locked down NYPD forensic laboratory, he can only be regarded as a petty worker who sells his labor - at this time, a random brick can hit three director-level figures.

Fortunately, Everem is a professional Ph.D. in biology, and the identification report he produces is crucial and will determine the ownership of the field command.

"Items of parasite eggs found in the bodies of the deceased."

Everem let out a cloudy breath and said, "It's a strain that has never been discovered. ”

Not a bioweapon from a terrorist organization, not a magical creation on the whim of some superpowered criminal, but a strain that can be understood and scientifically explained.

However, Ifrem's face did not improve in the slightest, and he tried his best to avoid the technical terms that the high-ranking officials present could not understand, and explained in an easy-to-understand manner,

"This strain uses ovoid spores as a carrier and is transmitted by blood-to-blood contact.

Once inside the victim's body, it spreads all the way to the stomach, where it reproduces rapidly. ”

"Wait a minute," the senior official of the Emergency Management Agency interrupted him, and said in a deep voice, "So what happened to the sudden burst of corpse in the forensic laboratory?" ”

"You mean the homeless man?" Ephraim took a deep breath and said slowly, "He was indeed brain dead before he was sent to the lab, but his brain was completely occupied by xenomorphic strains. ”

He pulled out a photograph showing the top officials the brain of the deceased man after the bullet ripped open his skull.

The deceased's brain was largely hollowed out, and the atrophied gray matter of the brain was densely covered with pale strains that were intertwined like a web of creepy strains.

"In the Brazilian rainforest, there is a parasite that can parasitize ants. This parasite can infect ants and take over and manipulate their bodies by releasing chemicals. ”

"The strains in the lab work similarly, but the xenomorphic strains are parasitic on humans. It is speculated that humans infected by the strain will attack and hunt for flesh and blood like zombies in the movie. ”

The high-ranking official of S.H.I.E.L.D. tugged at his collar and asked softly, "Could it be a biological weapon invented by some organization?" ”

"Not sure." Ephraim shook his head, "We don't know much about parasitic bacteria, and we've found no records of strains that can parasitize higher mammals in previous investigations.

It's as if this strain has popped out of that dark, ancient corner. ”

Amanda Waller's heart skipped a beating for no apparent reason, and she said with difficulty, "Dr. Goodwinzer, do you think this strain has supernatural properties that science cannot analyze at the moment? ”

“.....”

Ifrem took a deep breath, pressed the report in his hand to the table, and whispered, "There is no further experimentation at this time, but for me personally, this strain seems to have some kind of telepathic ability with each other.

If I had to give a personal guess, I think it's very likely that there is something 'behind the strain' that manipulates it. ”

This message made the atmosphere of the scene even more depressing, and the enemies hiding in the shadows were more troublesome than the sudden strain disaster.

Ephraim licked his lips and said in a deep voice, "In addition, this strain is extremely infectious and transmissible, and it will take some time to find an effective means of targeting it - I am exponentially measured in months.

It is imperative to do a good job of isolation as soon as possible, we don't know how many people are parasitized by the strain outside. ”

"You mean quarantine Manhattan?"

The bureaucrat in the governor's office raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Do you know how many people there are in Manhattan?" Do you know how much political and economic disaster is, even if it is an administrative division? ”

"My suggestion is not just to isolate Manhattan, it's to isolate the whole of New York."

Everem said with a straight face: "If I want to say it, this is a plague, enough to sweep the entire East Coast and even the whole of the United States. ”