Two hundred and one chapter death illusion (thirty-three)
"what to do?"
In the open room, a middle-aged man with slightly white temples couldn't hold his breath. He lit a cigar. It was the remaining Xiaoyao 2 found in the research center a few years ago. He was suspected of being that guy named Andrew Priven.
He smoked the rest. Suddenly, a scent of milk filled the room. However, this did not calm him down, but made him even more anxious.
"Damn, what does it smell like!"
Unable to adapt to the strange milky smell of Xiaoyao No. 2, the man held his cigar in his mouth, coughed twice, and then became a little annoyed.
Hearing this, the two or three people around did not dare to say anything. Only the white-haired old man at the head of the square table spoke:
"Cruz, now is not the time for you to lose your temper!"
This is Glenn Robinson's father and the current owner of the research center, Anthony Robinson.
"Can……"
The man called Cruz instinctively wanted to argue, but in the end he found that he had nothing to say, and was constrained by Anthony's high prestige and status that exceeded his own. In the end, he could only throw the cigar in his hand into the trash can angrily and sit down.
Go back to the chair and sulk.
Several people here are all director-level general managers, and their status is at the top level in the research center and even in country A. Their every move may very well determine the direction of country A's fight against the zombie virus.
Glancing at Cruze aside, Anthony spoke slowly: "Everyone, do you have any idea about the current situation?"
“Is the source authentic?”
As soon as the question was asked, Jose Florenzi, director of the Components Department, immediately asked: "If the news is deliberately released to divide the internal affairs..."
Anthony looked up at Jose and replied calmly: "It's Glenn's call."
As soon as these words came out, several people immediately fell silent, and Cruze even started to sneer.
This sentence carried so much weight that they could almost confirm the fact that the mercenary team wanted to "conspire".
Whether as the eldest son of Anthony, the first person in charge of the governor, or as the director of the medical department, Glenn had no reason to release false news. The survival of the governor represented his survival.
For a moment no one spoke.
After a sneer, Anthony spoke first, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the attitude of several people: "What I said just now is not to ask you not to ask, nor is it to show force, but it is just to tell you not to take chances and talk to those idiots.
Sooner or later, the conflict will be put on the agenda...but the kid's escape has made this matter a little faster. If you have any ideas, put them forward as soon as possible. Don't wait until you meet God to regret why you didn't put them forward!"
After finishing speaking, Anthony looked around. The people around him were still more or less restrained, but they were obviously not as frightened and uneasy as before.
After a moment of silence, the calm before the storm was finally broken:
"That batch of munitions... if we arm all the people in charge and researchers, maybe we can fight?"
"Humph, the power of a battle?"
At that time, the irritable Cruz lit another small silver tube, held it in his mouth and sneered: "You only saw that we have the advantage in numbers, haven't you thought that those madmen have actually been on the battlefield?"
"Can……"
"Nothing!" Cruz showed no mercy to this man at all. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke that was full of cinnamon and wood, with the sarcastic expression on his face still unabated: "You think you can rely on those academics?
Can a waste stop a mercenary who has seen life and death scenes? In other words, if you kill one chicken, ten chickens, or a hundred chickens, can you change the consequences of being killed? Idiot!"
"Enough!"
At the main seat, Anthony interrupted Cruze's sarcastic remarks in disgust: "This is for you to discuss, not for you to argue! Do you have to be weird to speak?"
Hearing this, Cruze, who was angry at the side, snorted coldly and said nothing.
In his eyes, Glenn, a useless person with connections, was simply garbage promoted by Anthony, so the information he provided was also garbage in Cruz's eyes...
But now there is a fact that we have to face: the mercenary team does show signs of abnormality, and this sign is very obvious.
No matter how stupid Glenn was, he would never lie about something like this.
"I do have a suggestion."
When Jose Florenzi saw that no one was speaking, he raised his hand to signal Anthony.
However, Anthony in the seat still didn't seem to be calmed down, and his capable silver-white beard was trembling slightly. It took him a moment to realize that the director of the Components Department had said something, which made the latter extremely embarrassed.
As if aware of his gaffe, Anthony took a sip of cold water and then nodded slightly: "Please speak."
Jose breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He thought he had offended the director who was now dominating the research center. Now he let go of his scruples and asked tentatively: "It's better to have a gun than not to have one... Let a few
Let those who are trustworthy go, don’t alert the mercenaries here first, and wait until a few people over there are sure they have found the arms before we rush out!"
As soon as this statement came out, several people present reacted for a few seconds, and then voices of opposition immediately came out. The dramatic thing is... this person is the second-in-command in charge of the General Administration, Cruze, who has only been quiet for a short time.
"Can you guarantee that we are evenly matched with those mercenaries? You asked us to die for no reason? You can't think of that!"
"this……"
Jose was speechless for a moment, and immediately looked at Anthony in the main seat, but the latter seemed to have no reaction. He just looked at Cruze opposite him coldly, his cold eyes without any emotion.
The two have been rivals as chief executives for many years, and they are often at odds with each other. However, due to the suppression of their authority, Cruz has never dared to openly fall out with Anthony.
Jose, who understood this, also had the confidence at this time. He knew that there was someone to support him at this time, and he was not timid at all towards Cruz, his boss whose authority was one level higher than his own:
"I never said I would let anyone die... but you, deputy director, are the one who wants us to die if you don't show any attitude to resist the mercenaries!"
"you--"
"That's enough! Cruze, don't challenge my bottom line!"
Anthony glared at him angrily, slapped the table and stood up. Everyone was so shocked that they didn't dare to speak. They only saw ripples in his water glass.
Cruz narrowed his eyes, still keeping his legs crossed, smoking the cigar.
"You think I can't do anything to you, do you?"
The director of Thunderous Means sneered and walked step by step towards the latter.
However, Cruze was not afraid at all, and looked directly at Anthony, his eyes full of contempt. "A piece of news from an unknown source cannot convince the public! Who knows... this may be a rumor to sow discord!"
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