Chapter 97: The Murderer Behind the Scenes

American cigarettes may be the reason why they are too perfectly filtered, and they are really boring to smoke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Wang Jia put the cigarette butt on the ground, anxiously looking at the people who were digging through the garbage below.

"Found it, found it!" A black man exclaimed.

Wang Jia jumped off the container excitedly and asked, "Where?" ā€

The black man handed it over with a dead dog, "This is not this?" ā€

I saw that the dead dog was half a meter long, and the whole body was heavily rotten and bursts of foul smell came to the nose, except for the dog's head to distinguish its species, other places told disgusting and ugly.

"Don't, don't, no, no, you kid is really good, you can hold such a disgusting thing in your hands. Continue to find those who are half smaller than this, like dogs and not dogs, all serious! ā€

Wang Jia couldn't help but be deflated, shook his head, and lit another cigarette.

"Brother Wang, isn't this it?" Someone brought a transparent plastic bag, and when I opened it, I saw that it was a white lemon.

Lemon had been abandoned for a while, her hair had turned white to gray, Eno on the top of her head had turned yellow, and her whole body emitted a foul smell.

The place where the lemon was found was in the middle of a discarded wooden plank, and perhaps because of the ventilation and light, it was not completely dead.

Wang Jia didn't care about the nausea, quickly held the lemon in his arms, and then wiped its body with clothes.

Lemon still had a little bit of life, barely opened his eyes and looked at Wang Jia, and then he really didn't have the strength to lie motionless on Wang Jia's hand.

Looking at the weak lemon, Wang Jia was angry in her heart, "MD! If I knew who did it, I would have to kill him! ā€

He took out $500 and handed it to the Chinese assistant, "Send the money down, let's go to Manhattan immediately." ā€

At this time, John is enjoying the blonde beauty's tongue service in his apartment, he is lying on the couch, watching CNN's special report on lemon infection, and his body and mind have reached an unparalleled high.

For the tulip virus, John has full confidence, not that the virus is too powerful to crack, but that it spreads very quickly, in the case of never appearing, even if it is sent to the laboratory by Kaos for analysis, then research, and finally come up with a solution, and then develop a special drug, to say the least, it will take a month or two, if there is a problem in the middle, at least half a year and a year.

Not to mention half a year, one month is enough, at that time, most of the lemon and Eno transplanters have been infected and died, no matter how strong Kaos is, even if it doesn't die this time, it will lose half a life, and it will be difficult to rise again.

"F**K, don't bite with your teeth!"

The blonde accidentally hit John's little brother with her teeth, and John was in no interest and kicked the blonde woman away.

Pull out a thousand dollars and throw it at the woman, "Get out of here!" ā€

The woman was not angry, she smiled and picked up the dollars on the ground, put on her clothes and left.

John was panting and lying on the couch, and he was very lucky about it, and he always felt that this was not a good omen, so he hurriedly called his subordinates.

"Carl, did you tell your men, I demand that all lemons that come out of the lab must be recycled!"

Carl was at the bar, smoking a cigar and drinking beer, "Don't worry, boss, I told them, fifty lemons taken out must be collected in the laboratory for centralized processing." ā€

John is very rigorous, but it doesn't mean that his subordinates are the same, he emphasized: "No, this matter is not trivial, you can call again to confirm one by one." ā€

"Boss, got it." Carl hung up the phone and beckoned to the girl next to him, "Come on, come on, drink." ā€

His friend next to him asked, "What's wrong Carl, being scolded by the boss again?" What time is it, and I'm still talking about work. ā€

"Okay, okay, don't give me nonsense, drink!" Although Carl said this, he didn't know the bottom in his heart, "Then you guys play first, I'll go to the toilet." ā€

Carl was in the toilet, calling his staff next to the other, demanding that they must collect all the lemons in the laboratory and finally gather them in the laboratory to process them together.

Of course, the subordinates said yes again and again, and after the phone call, Carl, who had fallen into a stone in his heart, relaxed, returned to the booth and continued to drink and pick up girls.

Unbeknownst to him, a sleepy staff member was terrified by the call, and he threw the dead (in his own opinion) lemon in a garbage heap in the slum in order to save trouble, thinking that no one would find out about such a hidden and chaotic place. He didn't dare to sleep, so he quickly took out his flashlight and looked for the body, knowing that Carl's punishment would not be pleasant.

Wang Jia had already rushed to the Kaos Biological Experience Store, and on the way he already knew what was happening in the United States, a virus against Inno was spreading across the United States, attacking lemon and Eno transplanters, with a mortality rate of up to 100%.

Shen Huai had been staying up all night in the makeshift laboratory, and based on the slice of the sick Ino, and Shen Huai's knowledge of Ino, Shen Huai quickly determined the approximate type of virus, which John could never have imagined anyway.

Wang Jia put the dead white lemon in his hand in front of Shen Huai and said, "Some time ago, the Lost Lemon found one, in a garbage heap in a slum, it was still alive just now, and now it is dead. ā€

Shen Huai examined Lemon's corpse, and quickly judged that it took about a week for Lemon to die from being infected by the virus according to the onset of other lemons, excluding the time that had been used, which meant that Shen Huai had to find a solution to the problem within three or four days, otherwise all the lemons would die, and the other lemons and Eno transplanters were facing a possible threat of death at any time.

After a detailed investigation of the owner of the lemon, Mo Li also came to the conclusion that all the lemons had been to lemon clubs, shopping mall lemon play centers and other places with a high concentration of lemons before falling ill.

Shen Huai pondered for a moment after putting down the matter, and in connection with what happened before and after, it was easy to determine that this large-scale disease of lemons was premeditated, and the source of viruses similar to the SSRNA replication in lemons was unprecedented in nature, and it must have been artificially changed by some kind of gene.

Shen Huai took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Wang Jia, you follow the clue that the lemon was abandoned and look for who abandoned it." ā€

Wang Jia patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, the Chinese gang in New York is the best at doing this, and you can find someone or something in minutes." ā€

Shen Huai said to Mo Li: "Mo Li has worked hard for you, go out and comfort the customers and tell them that the chaos creatures will definitely do their best to save the lemon and minimize the mortality rate of the lemon." ā€

After finishing speaking, Shen Huai closed his eyes and said, "I, I need to sort out my thoughts." ā€