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Chapter 460 Containment Plan

When my vision returned to normal, I found that I had arrived at a strange place.

This seemed to be the emergency ward of a certain hospital. There were no less than a dozen beds in the room, and on each bed lay a dying patient who was covered in black.

Although the complexions of these patients have now become almost black as coal, it can still be seen from their hair and face shapes that these patients are all Caucasian.

Opposite these patients, the target of my psychic eye this time - the man in black, stood peacefully in the center of the room.

The man in black looked very calm at this moment. I could even see a trace of satisfaction in the eyes behind the beak mask. Facing these dying patients in front of me, the feeling the man in black gave me was even... It seems like a farmer preparing to pick the fruits of the harvest.

What's going on?

Just when I felt a little strange about the state of the man in black at the moment, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open. Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of people covered from head to toe in yellow biochemical protective suits rushing towards me. When they came in, these people were not empty-handed, but were pushing several hospital beds wrapped in isolation films.

These people obviously knew the identity of the man in black, because when they saw the man in black, several of them trembled out of fear.

After these people pushed the hospital bed in, they didn't stay for a short time, fled out without looking back, and locked the door again.

What makes me curious is that the man in black didn't seem to show any anger or similar emotions at the sudden intrusion of these people. He just turned around, walked to the hospital bed that those people pushed over, and then moved the bed Open the isolation film on it.

The next moment I saw, it turned out that there was a patient in the late stage of the Black Death lying on these beds.

Only then did I realize that all the Black Death patients in the ward were pushed in by those wearing biochemical protective suits. Why is this? Don’t they know that this man in black will take advantage of Do the corpses of these patients create black corpses with powerful destructive power?

The answer to this question has not yet been found, and new doubts have arisen. At this time, I accidentally glanced out of the window of the ward, and then I discovered that the hospital was surrounded by a large number of people in police uniforms. In addition to loaded guns and live ammunition, In addition to the armed men surrounding the hospital, there were several helicopters whizzing past in mid-air.

This discovery made me even more confused.

Because if it’s not what I expected, then the real identities of the policemen currently surrounding the hospital should be the Foundation’s operatives. If this is the case, then why don’t the Foundation’s people take action against this man in black as soon as possible? Action, but turned a blind eye to him, and even sent the man in black a plague patient who had entered an advanced stage? This kind of behavior does not look like the style of the Foundation.

Thinking of this, I took steps and walked towards the people from the foundation outside the window. Because I was in a fantasy world, the walls of the ward could not stop my steps. I walked all the way to the police cars and tried again. As I walked forward, I found that I was already on the edge of the illusion.

I had no choice but to walk around the edge, hoping to find a senior Foundation official who happened to be near the edge.

Fortunately, the team of people who entered the hospital to transport patients to the men in black just ran back from the hospital at this time. Before they could get close, a team of people in black suits walked over immediately.

Among the people in that group, I noticed that there was an old white man with white hair who walked in a manner similar to that of domestic leaders, so I guessed that he might be the leader here. When I walked over and heard it, it turned out to be true.

This white-haired old man is the head of the foundation in England, and people around him call him Mr. Bentis.

And at this moment, he approached the people who came out of the hospital just to inquire about the movements of the men in black inside.

Because we were in an illusion, even though they all spoke English, my psychic eye ability allowed me to understand what they said.

Bentis asked them: "How is the situation inside?"

One of the people in protective clothing took off his mask and replied: "Sir, 049's condition is very calm now. Our conjecture is correct. As long as there are enough dying patients nearby, 049 will start to calm down."

Bentis nodded and asked, "Has he started the operation?"

The other party shook his head and said: "Not yet. When we entered, the life monitoring device on the hospital bed showed that everyone inside was still alive, but a few people were almost unable to hold on. It is estimated that their death only lasted a minute or two.

time."

"good……"

Seeing Bentis nodding, the person who just spoke asked again: "Sir, is our method really effective? If the patients sent in are treated in time, there is still hope to save them..."

Bentis frowned and glanced at the man, which frightened him so much that he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"As long as your speculation is correct, and 049 will temporarily lose the ability to move after undergoing multiple operations, then what does the number of people who die mean?"

"But……"

Seeing that the man still wanted to speak, Bentis waved to the person next to him, who nodded, took out his pistol and walked towards the man.

Bang!

There was a gunshot, and the person who was still talking fell to the ground. Bentis lit a cigarette and said to the others while smoking: "Does anyone else have any questions?"

The others quickly shook their heads.

At this time, Bentis said again: "Although I have said this many times, I still want to remind you one more time. Don't forget that 049 has destroyed a small town with a population of thousands. If we can't

If he is stopped here, the whole of England will turn into hell, and the Black Death craze hundreds of years ago will reappear in the world. Compared with this result, sending a few people who have been infected with the Black Death to die is really terrible.

It’s not a bad thing.”

After saying this, Bentis turned around and walked towards the outside of the illusion.

Looking at Bentis's back disappearing into the illusion, I roughly guessed what method the Foundation used to contain this man in black.

049, should be the code name given to the man in black by the Foundation. And the containment method they adopted, judging from the person named Bentis just now, should be related to the operation performed by the man in black. According to them,

, the man in black will temporarily lose the ability to move after multiple operations to transform the corpse into a black corpse. This is the best time for the foundation to take in the man in black.

In order to verify their conversation, I returned to the man in black after confirming that I could no longer obtain any new information.

When I re-entered the ward, indeed, several of the Black Death patients in the ward had stopped breathing. The men in black who were just standing quietly at this time also took action and joined me in other places.

Just like what he saw in the fantasy, the man in black took out scalpels, medicines, needles and other items from his body, and then began to disembowel the dead patients and perform operations of unknown principles.

While the men in black were performing operations, more and more people died in the ward. However, the men in black performed operations very quickly, even catching up with the death rate of the patients.

Almost an hour later, when the last patient took his last breath, the man in black's operation was almost completed.

However, even though more than a dozen corpses had been operated on, the man in black's movements did not stop.

Just when I thought maybe the people from the Foundation had made a mistake, the ward door opened again, and the Foundation personnel wearing protective clothing actually pushed in the bodies of six or seven more patients who had died of the Black Death not long ago.

Regarding these intruders, the man in black completely ignored them as before. He just looked back at the corpses lying on the hospital bed, then turned around and continued the operation.


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