One hundred and eighty-four chapters death fantasy (seventeen)
Unexpected and reasonable.
"I should have thought of it when I saw the laboratory..." Jian Yi said to himself: "The owner of this body is the child back then..."
The child whose own blood is the vaccine.
What was going on at that time?
Teammate Luo Ye killed his father Andrew Priven, while Jian Yi finally defeated Luo Ye and won.
He eventually found the vaccine, too: Greg Priven, the kid.
But what happens after that?
Obviously, as a special force sent by the government, their ultimate goal must be to hand over the child to the government... and the government's primary purpose is to kill the zombie virus...
After this, anyone with any brains can guess that this child will not end well.
The best case scenario is that it has been used for human experimentation, and the worst case scenario... direct humane body dissection.
Now it seems that he clearly belongs to the former situation.
In any case, as a government, these white left politicians at least have to worry about their own face. If they directly copy what a failed student from the Vienna Academy of Arts did in Auschwitz, their political appearance will be completely untenable.
Stop.
From this point of view, it is not difficult to survive for three hours.
But there is another problem that comes with it.
Jian Yan looked at his taskbar: Escape from confinement.
So far, the several scripts I have experienced are basically inseparable from the word "escape".
Apart from the fact that the script of Villa Fog is about me fighting for the sake of others, he is always on the weak side.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with this. After all, it is Hell difficulty, and it is impossible to put players in an advantageous position.
Jian Yan raised his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand pointed to the middle of 11 and 12, while the minute hand was hovering around 11.
11:55...I don’t know if it’s noon or midnight.
"If it's noon, and this guy hasn't died for so long, at least someone should be delivering food..."
He had previously determined the situation in the room. There were no cameras or other surveillance. This was very strange, but it may also be because these people did not think that a child needed to be monitored...
But the greater possibility is that the experimenters did not want these images to be discovered or exposed.
Once word spreads in society that the government is not willing to experiment on humans in order to limit zombie viruses, then the government will lose its prestige and credibility. By then, everyone in the country will be in danger. With the spread of rumors, there may even be rumors spread in society.
The conspiracy theory that "the virus is maliciously spread by the government"...
In order to prevent Erwuzi from leaking the video, it is reasonable not to set up surveillance. After all, he is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. If he is provided with some spiritual entertainment and basic food, he has no reason to escape.
"Good guy, are you raising pigs here?"
Jian Yan moved his gaze away from the clock and instead looked for the tools he needed in the room.
Generally speaking, for a precious experimental subject like him, the time for delivering meals is most likely fixed, either the best time determined by experts' research, or exactly 12 o'clock at noon.
The time is about to reach 12 o'clock.
Yan Yan's gaze gradually stabilized on a piece of metal next to the TV.
…
Mitchell Logano is a researcher.
If you want to ask him why he is a researcher, it can only be said that he is knowledgeable; if you want to ask him why he is only a researcher, it can only be said that he has shallow qualifications.
Although he is said to be a researcher, in fact he is just a handyman, just in name.
In other words, he is just a cleaning staff with all his talents.
Those brick-and-mortar experts who boast about their reputation have made no progress at all in their experiments!
If he were to do this...
As he was imagining things, Mitchell almost slipped to the ground without paying attention.
"Tsk...why am I doing this kind of thing again..."
Yes, this is his current job - delivering food to the little experimental boy.
Mitchell reluctantly carried the thermos bucket and entered the password at the access control.
The security guard in white holding an M16A4 on the side of the gate is wearing a black and white gas mask and looks like an Imperial Stormtrooper under Darth Vader.
Although he had passed this key point countless times, when looking at the heavily armed soldiers, Mitchell still felt the feeling of weakness in his legs.
That's a real guy with a loaded gun. He only needs to pull the trigger lightly to delete his twenty-seven years of life.
The soldier on the right suddenly looked up and said: "The air is shaking, as if the sky is burning."
Mitchell replied as usual: "Yeah, the storm is coming."
After receiving the soldier's affirmation, he nodded and then carried the thermos bucket through the last door.
In front of you is the white door.
Because the events that year were so shocking, a large amount of data in the research center had not been destroyed, and there were many experimental products hidden inside the laboratory...
The government simply moved the zombie virus research site to the research center that originally belonged to Andrew Priven.
Andrew Priven never imagined that half of his life's hard work would end up being a wedding dress for the government he hated the most... He never imagined that the vaccine he had cultivated for many years would actually fall into the hands of the government. In this way,
Almost all of his previous ideas turned out to be useless.
With this child, they have hope of developing a serum.
At present, the research center has conducted in-depth research on him for several years, but the research and development is still only at the vaccine stage, which is why Mitchell believes that these idiots are not qualified to sit in the research and development position at all - they are simply a group of idiots.
As for the creator of the biohazard, Mitchell not only did not dislike him, but even admired him inexplicably.
At least he really has an unprecedented level of popularity, and can be either famous or infamy for eternity, instead of doing the stupid job of a nanny like himself, and not even being qualified to participate in research.
He cannot leave a significant mark in history, and cannot even appear in any historical documents.
He is just a cleaner with brilliant academic qualifications.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
Maintaining his usual habit, Mitchell knocked on the door cautiously.
Of course there was no response from the door.
But he soon realized how stupid his behavior was. The door was completely soundproof, which meant that people inside and outside could not communicate at all...
Mitchell swore under his breath to cover up the uncomfortable embarrassment, but in the end he could only open the door himself and show his anger in vain at his stupid behavior.
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