the world is at stake

The cabin door opened, and professionals in chemical protective suits jumped down clumsily. Prison guards stepped forward to help unload some testing instruments and equipment.Then there's the sulky Deputy Director of G, Oliver Harden, who is assigned to deal with the trouble.

The warden in charge of this place looked even more ugly. He asked his subordinates to guide the chemical defense personnel to support the special service team that arrived earlier, while he walked towards Oliver Harden.

The two avoided others by coincidence, and exchanged whispers beside the tarmac.

"How bad is it?"

"A suspect sent by your subordinate lost control, killed several prison guards, and broke into the biochemical laboratory located underground in Area A.

According to what the prison main control room saw, the kid caused a massacre in the laboratory, but it's not clear what he wants to do? "

"The lab leaked?"

"I don't know, the special service team you sent shot and killed several staff and experimental subjects who escaped from the laboratory. But those infected experimental subjects scared them enough, no matter what they said, they were unwilling to go in again."

"Who else knows about the accident in the prison?"

"The prison guards don't know the situation of the underground laboratory, but they all have guesses. But if the situation is not brought under control, it will cause big trouble sooner or later.

I said before that no laboratory is allowed in my prison, but you insist on doing it.I knew something was going to happen sooner or later. "

After only a few words, the warden became extremely agitated and waved his arms angrily to express his dissatisfaction.

Deputy Director Harden loosened his collar and said calmly: "Stop, don't talk nonsense like this. You didn't resist like this when you took the money back then.

We are all shady institutions, and we have to understand each other.As for the current situation... who broke into the underground laboratory? "

The last sentence was for the assistant to the deputy director who was standing not far away.A young guy quickly stepped forward and handed over a tablet computer loaded with data.

On the screen is Zhou Qingfeng's public file, his headshot is in the upper right corner, and his basic resume is below.

Oliver Harden read in a low voice: "A 23-year-old foreign student? Really young. I studied Western art history at the University of Maryland, a partial major, suitable for hiding my identity.

A few days ago, it was discovered that he was suspected of influencing the federal presidential election and had signs of cooperating with hostile intelligence agencies. I personally issued an arrest order and recommended that he be sent to the 'Floss' prison for interrogation.myself? "

Your Excellency the Deputy Chief looked back at his assistant, and asked suspiciously: "I have no memory of this arrest warrant, when did it happen?"

The young assistant also showed surprise, "Just yesterday, you called me yourself and sent an official email on the internal network. So I drafted an arrest warrant for you and handed it over to the special service team for execution."

Ha... Oliver Harden screamed strangely, "It seems that the information network has been invaded, and there is a ghost among us." He turned to look at the warden, "Help arrest my assistant, he has a serious suspicion."

The young assistant was about to jump up in shock, and shouted in a panic: "Mr. Harden, I did receive your call and email. I have call records and email backups. I don't have..."

The squat warden glanced indifferently at the hapless little assistant, and nodded behind him.Immediately, a prison guard came forward and forcibly held down the assistant who was a "major suspect", and put him under temporary custody.

Seeing the warden's gloomy face dripping water, Oliver Harden shrugged and said, "Old man, don't look at me like that. I know that kid should be innocent, and the ghost is someone else.

But until everything is found out, a scapegoat has to be found to silence the bureaucrats in the ministry.Otherwise, I'm the one who gets fired.Don't worry, this will definitely not affect the friendship between us.I will never be against you. "

Under the lights on the tarmac, the warden was expressionless. He didn't refute anything, but just said,

"What about the troubles in my prison? The situation must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise the news will spread, and more people will pay attention to the secrets of your G Bureau."

"It's easier." Oliver Harden shook his head nervously, grabbed the tablet in his hand and glanced again, "This time the protagonist's name is... Chinese name is really hard to spell, his English name is Vic many.

This Victor's journey will soon be over.I have ordered the chemical defense personnel to thoroughly kill and decontaminate the underground laboratory.As long as he stays underground, he will never survive. "

"What about the lab staff?"

"Those are ordinary employees, basically foreigners. When they come to the United States for their dreams, they must have the awareness to dedicate themselves to freedom and democracy."

The warden frowned slightly, but considering his own interests, he didn't say anything.

Most of the staff in the underground laboratory are from South America and Asia, trying to study in American universities, hoping to find a good job and naturalization.

Bureau G hired them with good conditions such as high salaries and working for the government.Now these 'free people' have lost everything, but they have indeed gained 'freedom'.

At the same time, Zhou Qingfeng, who was busy underground, was about to scalp Alexei Goldman.He suddenly noticed some white smoke floating down from the ventilation window on the ceiling of the room.

As the smoke drifted away, the experimental subject lying on the hospital bed was rapidly losing consciousness.

"Anesthetic gas?"

Zhou Qingfeng was wearing one-piece protective clothing, and his breathing was supplied by oxygen cylinders.

But he put down the scalpel first, found and shut down the ventilation system of the underground laboratory, and found some bulky objects to block the blasted heavy explosion-proof door to slow down the inflow of outside air.

After finishing all this, there was another bang bang sound from the broadcast system in the underground laboratory.Someone auditioned the sound in the main control room and said, "Victor, maybe you should be called...Zhou Qingfeng.

I'm Oliver Harden of the Department of Homeland Security, Deputy Director of Special Intelligence and Tactical Support.

I have to admit, you did a great job this time, you took advantage of all the omissions of those idiots under me, and you are as familiar with this private secret prison as your own backyard.

I'm not quite sure what you're trying to do by breaking into the prison's underground laboratory?Until I saw the list of the prison's nearest inmates.

Alexey Goldman, I think you're here for him.

I deeply regret what happened to Mr. Goldman.He is a pure biochemist. Compared with a despicable person like me with corrupt morals and low methods, he is as noble as a saint.

But that doesn't change anything.

Victor, that's all you can do to bother me.So what if you turn off the ventilation system?Blocking the blast doors didn't help either.You are trapped below with no escape possible.

Of course, I didn't block all the possibilities for your survival.Because I know you should have got what you wanted, you just couldn't get away fast.

So let's make a deal, let's make a deal with Oliver Harden, the shameless and crooked.Say your terms on the walkie-talkie and we'll have a good chat, anything. "

In the main control room of the prison, the deputy director stared at the display wall where a large number of monitoring heads had been knocked out, put down the microphone, and stared at the intercom on the table—for two to three minutes, the intercom did not respond at all.

"That damn kid, he actually ignored me." The deputy director looked around and shouted at the warden, controllers, guards, and even members of the secret service team: "Why is he ignoring me?"

Chapter 006 Serum

The sharp scalpel cut open the pale scalp, exposing the white skull under the bloody water.

The human skull is made up of many pieces, and it will be roughly finalized after adulthood.Craniotomy is the opening of the closed skull to 'repair' the brain.

When Zhou Qingfeng uncovered Alexei Goldman's scalp, what he saw was a piece of artificial bone whose color was obviously different from that of the surrounding area.It is whitish in color and has not yet fully fused with other bones.

Gently pry it with a scalpel, and the artificial skull comes out.

"This guy is really creative." Zhou Qingfeng simply cleaned it, revealing a line of English engraved on the flaky bone—'the answer' is in my wife's hands, and only those who know her name can get it.

Fuck!

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help cursing. He glanced at the corpse with the skull open, and whispered displeasedly: "Mr. Goldman, you still want to play puzzle games when you die?"

There is also a line of words on the back of the flaky bones, "It is recommended to inject the serum immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

The bone slices are very thin, only about five millimeters.But there is actually a small space inside, embedded with a delicate medicine bottle, which contains about two or three milliliters of light yellow liquid.

Looking at the serum and looking at the corpse that could no longer answer any questions, Zhou Qingfeng only struggled for a while before deciding to follow Alexei Goldman's last words.

These eccentric biochemists can always come up with some inexplicable things, from the earliest inorganic drugs to organic poisons to biopharmaceuticals to genetic engineering.

Although I don't know what the serum is for, it must be useful for the dead to be preserved in this way.

Looking at the various horrific human experiments in the underground, Zhou Qingfeng was actually very worried that he would contract some terrible infectious disease when he came in.

It was easy to find a sterile syringe in the laboratory. After simply drawing the serum, he injected it into the blood vessel of his arm—there would be no reaction for a while, neither excited nor weak.

The next step is to think about how to escape, which is a difficult problem.

As an international student who came to the United States from across the ocean, Zhou Qingfeng's original mission was to lurk.Many hidden piles like him will never be activated for a lifetime, and they will spend their lives in a normal way.

But not long after he arrived, Zhou Qingfeng received an order to expose himself and was sent to the private prison of 'Flos'.This may be because he is still in the peak state of physical function and can complete difficult tasks.

The task of breaking into Longtan alone is basically ten deaths.Before being sent to prison, Zhou Qingfeng received the prison's structure diagram and internal information, and realized that his chance of surviving was extremely low.

But... the superior still sent him here, obviously this task is very important.

The guards of the private prison were overconfident and felt that no one would dare to provoke them, so they made many mistakes negligently.But now that the opponent has already attached great importance to it, it is difficult to expect to exploit some low-level loopholes.

Zhou Qingfeng had two pistols and seven magazines.With this weak firepower, there is absolutely no way to rush out.He wandered around the underground laboratory in distress, and suddenly heard a slight breathing sound approaching.

At that moment, the sound of breathing seemed to be right next to his ears.

Zhou Qingfeng was terrified immediately, but when he turned his head to look, there was only the pale laboratory wall under the fluorescent lamp beside him.

Listen carefully, the sound came from more than ten meters away, behind the blocked heavy explosion-proof door.

This is extremely strange, a kind of perceptual discomfort.

After repeated adjustments and corrections with his brain, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly realized that it wasn't that there was really someone beside him, but that his sense of hearing had inexplicably extended.

Through the windows of tables, chairs and cabinets piled up in disorder, the keen sense of hearing gives a detailed location of the sound source.It's like a bat.

About three enemy personnel were quietly approaching the heavy explosion-proof door, their breathing and footsteps were very light, but they were still caught by Zhou Qingfeng.He can even judge the approximate weight of the opponent from the sound of footsteps.

This is a very strange feeling. You don't need to look at it, or even close your eyes, and you can judge the external situation just by hearing.

But soon...

With Zhou Qingfeng's high concentration, he found that his eyes seemed to have some kind of penetrating power, not penetrating objects, but seeing through 'darkness'.

In the brightly lit laboratory, the stairwell behind the heavy explosion-proof door is indistinctly dark.

But when Zhou Qingfeng continued to watch, his eyes seemed to become deep, and through the gaps of the accumulated obstacles, he could clearly see the faint shaking of human figures outside.

Both hearing and vision are enhanced.

Outside the explosion-proof door were three task force members wearing mask-type respirators. They communicated with each other silently by hand gestures, and quietly came only a dozen meters away from Zhou Qingfeng.

The explosion-proof door was blocked by a pile of sundries.

Three task force members looked inside the laboratory through the gaps in the debris.One of them held a gun on guard, and the other two took out explosives to blow up the debris.

The enemies outside were not aware of the situation in the laboratory. They were worried that the paralyzing gas would not be effective, so they prepared to make a forcible assault and come in to clear the target.

The three task force members who were ready looked at each other and backed away quietly.They had regular taps on their walkie-talkies that were radioed to the prison's main control room.

Oliver Harden, who was sitting here, spread his hands happily, and said happily to everyone: "Maybe the troublemaker has already fallen this time, so he can't respond to me. So... let's do it."

The order was issued, and the three task force members of the first echelon pressed the detonator.

There was an explosion, and the vibration could be felt in the main control room.

The sundries blocking the explosion-proof door were blown to bits and pieces, flying randomly.The underground laboratory was devastated by the impact of the air waves, and the sky was dark.

Three task force members with night vision goggles quickly stepped across the explosion-proof door with guns, keenly searching for any suspicious targets.There are five task force members behind as the second echelon, ready to meet them.

The moment the explosion sounded, Oliver Harden laughed triumphantly in the main control room.He was ready to hear the good news from the front team that the target had been cleared.

But short and monotonous gunshots came from the walkie-talkie, accompanied by heavy objects falling to the ground.

There was no intense firefight, no coordinated sounds.

Then the second echelon was calling for the first echelon to rush in, and they were looking for answers from their companions ahead.

After a few calls, there was no response.

The atmosphere in the main control room became awkward, and the deputy director's laughter changed from strong to weak.He grabbed the walkie-talkie and forced his way into the task force's communication, asking, "What's going on? Why isn't Team One responding?"

The replies from the second team were quite mixed. Let me first say that the first team entered the laboratory very smoothly.After a while they said they were attacked and could not get in touch with the first team.After a while, they said that the situation ahead was unknown, and they had exited the underground stairwell.

Failed.

The messy news makes people's mood continue to fall until it bottoms out.

Oliver Harden's expression became grim.He grabbed the broadcast microphone in the main control room again, connected to the underground laboratory, and asked, "Victor, you're still alive, aren't you?"

This time there was a rustling sound from the intercom, someone pressed the call button, and replied indifferently and mockingly: "Mr. Harden, your subordinates are not very smart."

Chapter 007 Buried Alive

In order to keep it strictly confidential and prevent accidents, there is only one entrance and exit for the underground laboratory of the 'Flos' private prison.After two explosions, the passage, which was closed by heavy blast doors, was in a mess.

The lamps on the ceiling were sparking and flickering.A large number of ceilings and walls fell off, and the clogged sundries were blasted into pieces, and scattered rags were scattered within a range of more than ten meters.

The most conspicuous thing on the ground is the three heavily armed corpses, carrying short-barreled assault rifles, wearing heavy body armor, helmets and auxiliary weapons are all the latest models, all available.

These are special service elites who have been trained for many years. They are keen, courageous, and have superb combat skills.Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare to say that he could easily deal with one he came across casually, but now...

The three of them rushed in in alternate cover battle formations.There are two people in front of the head, one left and one right, and the third person is facing the middle.A very standard triangle assault tactic, but they were all killed in one hit.

Zhou Qingfeng stood behind the explosion-proof door, looked at the smoking muzzle, and was amazed at his quick and strange reaction speed.

In indoor close quarters combat, quick and decisive punches are a must.Even if the enemy is firing ahead, even if the comrades are killed or injured, the team members participating in the attack cannot retreat.

If you back off, you're dead.

But Zhou Qingfeng soon possessed a high degree of perception after injecting the unknown serum, which in turn brought him a strong ability to control the field.Its hand-eye coordination has broken through the bottleneck, and everything about the opponent is expected.He really got stronger.

The three corpses were all shot in the neck, the back of the head and other vital points. They died unjustly, and provided Zhou Qingfeng with abundant equipment.He put on the HK416 short spikes, body armor with ceramic inserts, and odds and ends like night vision goggles and stun bombs.

But this cannot change Zhou Qingfeng's current bad situation, he is still locked underground.

There is another situation.