"Boss, please get out of here first, I'll take care of everything."

Sanji Mashige said seriously.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you here, that zombie doesn't have to stay, after we study the composition of the T-4 virus, this kind of thing will be more or less."

Honda Yurou nodded, and then quickly left the place under the protection of the guards.

"Freeze it with liquid nitrogen, then dispose of it, don't leave a trace, and disinfect the entire underground base after treatment."

Seeing Honda Yuro leaving, Mitsuji Mashige said to the experimenters beside him.

"Yes, sir."

The experimenter responded, and then injected liquid nitrogen into the observation room, and within a few minutes, the zombie in a manic state was frozen.

………

Washington, USA.

In a huge manor, a large number of medical staff were constantly busy at this time, and a room converted into a special care ward was lit up with various advanced medical instruments, and cries faintly sounded from outside the room.

Three hours passed, and the door to the room was finally opened, and a doctor wearing a mask walked out of it.

"How? Dr. Grant, how is my father's health? ”

A noblely dressed middle-aged white man with a staff of civilization in his hand walked up and asked.

"yes, doctor, what's going on?"

Behind the middle-aged white man, there was also a noble lady who asked with the same anxious face.

"The condition is very bad, but for the time being, there is no danger to life."

Grant said, shaking his head.

"Isn't there anything that can be done? Money our family has, as long as my father can get better. ”

The middle-aged white man's face sank.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Evans' liver cancer is at an advanced stage, and with the current technology, I am afraid there is no way to do it, and in the meantime, I must remind you, Mr. Malken, to be prepared, maybe this week."

Grant said with a sigh.

"Damn it!"

Malken scolded fiercely, if his father can't hold on, then the shareholders of the family will probably pounce like vampires, but he is not ready now, "Time, what is needed most now is time." ”

Thinking of this, Malken looked up, "Isn't there any way to make my father last a little longer?" ”

"Dr. Grant, we know you're an expert in cancer, please think of a way."

The lady stepped forward and said.

"Alright then, I'll figure it out, but there's no guarantee of success, I'm sorry, Lady Lilith."

Grant said after a moment's thought.

"Thank you, no need to say sorry, you've done enough, can we go in and see my father now?"

Lilith asked.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Evans is meeting with Butler Weavered."

Grant said.

In the medical ward, Evans-Fred, whose body was filled with various tubes, was extremely pale, but his expression was very calm, and he was looking at a tube of red reagents that Wafred had taken out of the special incubator.

"Sir, this is what appeared in Russia some time ago, I heard that it is a medicine that can strengthen human immune cells, but so far we have not been able to analyze all the ingredients in it, we can only be sure that it does have a certain effect."

"Because we only got this one, we were only able to conduct a small amount of research and use some cooperative volunteers to observe, but the final result was not very satisfactory."

"Oh? Tell me the results of the experiment in full. ”

A hoarse voice came slowly from Evans's mouth, even though it was very weak, but it still carried an unmistakable majesty.

"Okay."

Wifred nodded, "At the beginning of the experiment, we used normal mice, and isolated close to one milligram of the agent from the reagent, but after injecting the agent into the body of the mouse, in the next three seconds, the mouse changed dramatically. ”

As he spoke, Wifred took out a small remote control and pressed it lightly, only to see a picture appear in a hanging display in front of the bed.

First of all, a mouse trembled uneasily in a small cage, and then a small needle pierced into the mouse's body under the control of the machine.

"Squeak!"

In less than a second, the little mouse howled like crazy, and then the originally thin body swelled rapidly, a large amount of blood sprayed out from under the skin, and the fangs that were not very long also began to grow rapidly, and with a twisted sound like bones, rows of sharp bone spurs pierced the body in the blood.

Three seconds later, the mouse, which was only a few centimeters in size, had turned into a half-meter-long monster with skin shedding, muscles condensed, and bone spurs, and the original narrow cage had long been crushed to pieces.

"Roar!"

The mouth was slightly distorted, and the inside and throat were covered with small, sharp teeth, and the two sword-like teeth were just a slight stroke, and the test bench was cut into a crack two centimeters deep.

"Quick, grab it, don't let it run."

The next scene is the experimenter trying to capture the mutant monster, and finally re-imprisoning the monster at the cost of minor injuries to one person.

After watching this video, Evans's face did not fluctuate, like this kind of mutated monster, he had seen a lot of it in his laboratory, but the form was a little different, and it was not so aggressive.

"The next step is to experiment with the volunteers who are cooperating."

Weaver was not surprised by this, always smiling on his face, and with a light touch of his hand, another image appeared on the screen.

"No, please let me go, I'm just stealing, I have a daughter, I don't want to participate in any experiments."

In an observation room on the screen, a black man of about thirty years old is tied to the bed and says with a horrified expression.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mandel, we just want you to cooperate with an experiment, and you'll be put back after the experiment."

A researcher wearing a full virus protective suit walked into the observation chamber and said in a cold tone.

"No, you're lying to me, I can feel it, you're talking to a corpse, you damn executioner, don't try to deceive the black people who grew up on the Strands!"

Mandel suddenly shouted angrily.

"Transe Street? That ghetto! Unfortunately, Mr. Mandel, your instincts are right, I would have intended you to die with hope. ”

The experimenter's tone became somewhat disappointed.