One hundred and eighty-six chapters death fantasy (eighteen)
Mitchell put down the thermos bucket, put the employee ID card in his hand on the access control in front of the door and swiped it lightly.
[Beep... Verification successful, permission A, access control 'vaccine' has been successfully unlocked. Please close the access control after entering to prevent external bacteria from entering. 】
Of course, this is not his employee card, but those so-called brick-and-mortar beasts don’t have time to personally deliver meals to this child, so he can hold such an employee card... If he is really A
level authority, then he is at least the director level in the research center.
The door slowly opened, and inside was the second door, and further inside was the child's room.
Mitchell numbly walked into the virus sterilization room and put on a sterile chemical protective suit in the thick antivirus mist. He didn't know how long this kind of life would last. At least in the past few years, he had to
Always keeping a smile on his face when facing this child whom he knew nothing about, everything from big to small, no matter how small, had to be reported to the general administration, and finally he had to hand over various identity cards...
The chemical protective suit has blocked most of his sight, making it impossible for him to see things clearly that he could easily capture by raising his eyes and lowering his eyes, but now he even needs to raise his head and lower his head to do so.
And this chemical protective suit has extremely poor flexibility, and it is almost impossible to twist his neck, which also makes it even more difficult for him to see things - he has to bend down.
Of course, his salary is indeed much higher than that of other employees, but it is far from the level he hoped for.
After a few minutes of disinfecting the virus, Mitchell picked up the insulated dining pail and walked to the next door.
He didn't know if these mentally retarded people knew that bacteria could be brought inside the insulated barrel and even affect research. He even wanted to tell the higher-level researchers directly that it was impossible for them to create an ideal sterile environment with this behavior...
Perfunctory disinfection is simply playing house, just a formality...
But obviously, he can't.
He might lose this lucrative job, and then go back to the dark corridors to wash the floors again and again, wear heavy chemical protective suits, and work more than ten hours a day...
Mitchell came to the door and aimed his gaze at the scanner directly opposite.
[You are using the Alves fifth-generation pupil scanner. Please place your corresponding ID card above the instrument, aim your eyes at the red dot in the center of the scanner, and remain still for three seconds. 】
As the machine stopped running, Mitchell put the ID card back into his pocket, then took out his own ID card and placed it on top of the scanner.
This design of taking off your pants and farting is not limited to this one place, the entire research center is full of such stupid designs.
It is worth mentioning that Andrew Priven, the initiator of "the research results are useless", has never been implemented by those researchers. This kind of NT design has never been implemented. This kind of air-proof protection system was only installed after the government moved in.
was designed.
The outside is heavily guarded by eight soldiers with guns, and there are hard steel walls on both sides. Once there is an intruder, it is impossible for him to step through the first door, let alone the second door?
Furthermore, this pupil recognition actually only requires the ID card and the pupil recognition result to match. It doesn’t matter whether you have A-level permissions or D-level permissions. Just like the Landlord, two jokers are a pair, and two 3
Still a pair.
This is also what Mitchell can’t understand the most: If you can get in through the first gate, can’t you get in through the second gate? If the intruder can even kill the soldiers at the door, how can he just kidnap a cleaner on the road and do it?
Is it possible to pass the identity verification?
What is the significance of this access control?
[Beep—Your identity verification has been successful and you are confirmed to be a D-class personnel, Mitchell Logano. Welcome to the access control ‘iron wall’...]
Soon, as the electronic audio broadcast ended, the access control in front of Mitchell moved laterally and gradually opened up a square entrance.
He picked up the thermos bucket and awkwardly walked to the door under the restraint of the chemical protective suit. He finally crossed the threshold that was dozens of centimeters high.
But what was different from the past was that he didn't seem to see the child named Greg Priven in the room.
"Greg!" he called tentatively, "it's lunch time!"
Maybe the kid is in the bathroom?
Mitchell looked around, but soon, he saw a touch of black that was easily noticeable on the white bed.
"Greg?" He stepped forward in confusion, but heard a strange voice.
It seems...
snore.
"Are you still sleeping at this late hour?" Mitchel was startled. He wiped his sweat and patted the quilt: "Greg, it's lunch time!"
"hiss……"
The sound of something being sliced open sounded in Mitchell's ears.
But he couldn't see anything in his field of vision.
A ray of breeze hit his neck and stabbed straight into his throat.
Although Mitchell couldn't see anything in his field of vision, relying on his survival instinct, he still retreated as fast as he could. However, he was lightly pushed by the opponent and slipped to the ground uncontrollably.
This chemical protective suit is too bulky, like a blind bear whose face has been smeared with glue. It is difficult to even move. If he falls to the ground, he will be like a turtle standing on his head and unable to get up at all.
However, the other party quickly appeared in his field of vision like a ghost, and stuck a bright object into the chemical protective suit.
That's a piece of iron.
Mitchell finally saw what was in front of him clearly, but he was not relieved.
Because the iron piece was so sharp that it seemed to be pulled out from a corner of the room. Once the opponent made a move, his throat would be choked almost instantly, and he would not even have a chance to cry out.
Who would attack a research center that has always been a secret? How did he get in?
Mitchell couldn't figure out how this person could appear here, so he was immediately shocked by the person in front of him.
This man is Greg Priven.
This is a child who is only fifteen or sixteen years old.
But the decisiveness and speed he showed made him look like a killer who had fought many times.
How could it be him?
Where did this child learn these things?
Shouldn't he still be living in the fairy tale fabricated by the government?
"Greg..." Mitchell panted nervously, trying to play the emotional card to get a chance for himself. Once the child's hand moved slightly, his life would end in thirty seconds, and he would not even have a chance to speak.
No……
"Don't worry, I won't kill you..."
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