[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Vibrant Soul

Although he had already guessed that it was not peaceful outside, Harold was a little surprised by the tense atmosphere outside.Looking at the rooms that were locked from the outside and guarded by heavily armed guards, Harold seemed to guess something.However, all the way before arriving at the destination, Amanda turned a blind eye to all this and did not mean to explain it at all.Seeing such a prospect, Harold had no choice but to swallow all the questions.

Soon, Harold followed Amanda to the newly established information command center on the second floor of the temporary command post.

Seeing Harold coming behind Amanda, everyone looked sideways at him.

"Give him the work at hand. If he needs it, as long as it is within my authority, I will satisfy him." Amanda ignored the subordinates who signaled to her, and went straight to the chief information analyst assigned by the above. In front of experts, speak frankly.

Then, without waiting for the other party to respond, Amanda looked at Harold beside her: "I hope you will give Jude's information as soon as possible, the more detailed the better."

The chief information expert's dissatisfaction and astonishment were already written on his face, but Amanda, who turned her head and left immediately after giving the order, didn't even give him a chance to argue.

Although he felt a little sorry and unbearable in his heart, Harold, who knew the situation was critical, sat in his seat while Amanda's men "pleased" the poor chief information expert.

Harold was familiar with the road and started his own work. When he opened the first program, he secretly sent an encrypted text message to Reese and Shaw's mobile phones: "I'm safe for now, don't worry."

The CDC people arrived faster than Amanda imagined.

Without waiting for the person sent by Amanda to speak, the head of the CDC Washington branch wearing a biochemical isolation suit, with the help of the biochemical troop, immediately forcibly took over everything in the temporary command post.

The gate is blocked, the passage is isolated, the room is sealed, and all personnel must be on standby. All the regulations and rules here have been replaced by the emergency response rules of the CDC. Everyone in the temporary command post feels like they have just escaped from a nuclear contaminated area. Just like the little white mice that came out, the biochemical troops in a biochemical isolation suit were thrown into the airtight "rat cage" forcefully, and then they waited for the final result of their execution without any resistance.

Seeing all this, Amanda was very dissatisfied. However, even though she rushed to the head of the CDC Washington branch, she was forcibly suppressed by the biochemical troops before she could say a few words. in place.

The head of the CDC's Washington branch soon came to Amanda and asked the biochemical troops to let go of Amanda.

"You should know that we have to race against time. I don't want to see somewhere in Washington become a sea of ​​flames again in the near future!" Amanda faced the head of the CDC Washington branch hiding in the biochemical isolation suit.

"I'm just following the rules, and I hope you understand that this is saving your lives and preventing a potential outbreak on a larger scale, and if you're still in charge, I hope you're the only calm person here , otherwise, I cannot give you any guarantee!" The head of the CDC's Washington branch is also very direct.

Amanda: "We must not hinder the normal work that complies with your regulations. We must help us maintain normal communication connections, and we must not block any post-audit file transfers and communication contacts."

The head of the CDC's Washington branch stretched out his right hand: "Happy cooperation."

Amanda frowned, then threw the head of the CDC's Washington branch there without looking back, and returned to the temporary information command center on the second floor under the supervision of the biochemical team members.

Although the knot in her heart was still not untied, Amanda still devoted herself wholeheartedly and reached an agreement with all the staff soon after.

However, due to the specific procedures, everyone in the temporary command post must honestly wait in their own rooms until the preliminary biochemical test results come out, and then they can report in the area designated by the CDC staff. Activity.

There is no room for choice. For the safety of their own lives, the temporary command post has become a standard biochemical prison. The outside of each room is completely sealed by biochemical isolation materials, leaving only the only closed entrance for personnel to enter and exit. , and at this entrance that can be completely closed, the members of the biological and chemical troops are all on standby to avoid any unexpected situations.

The specific situation is like this, Amanda knows that instead of wasting time on questioning, it is better to fully cooperate, so that the time required for all steps is minimized, and then get out early, and end this day that can never be worse .

While comforting the people around her, Amanda tried her best to cooperate with the work of the CDC staff, and at the same time, she was the first to set an example.

Seeing that Amanda was like this, everyone gradually quieted down and adopted a very cooperative attitude.

Blood drawing, blood collection, body temperature measurement...Complicated and rigorous steps, without any slack or relaxation, it took about 15 minutes for Amanda alone to complete the preliminary test.

"How long will it take to give preliminary results?" Amanda looked at the head of the CDC's Washington branch.

"It will take at least half an hour." The person in charge's response made Amanda frowned. She turned her attention to the long queues who were preparing to undergo biochemical tests, and began to think about the possibility that the next step might appear. sex.

"I hope this sudden situation is really just a coincidence." Amanda sighed silently in her heart.

At the same moment, outside the corridor on the second floor.

A six-person CDC team had just separated in the corridor on the second floor, and three of them were about to leave for the third floor, but they were stopped by the sentry of the biological and chemical troops in the corridor: "Where are you going? Please show your ID."

"We are going to test the biochemical indicators of the suspects in the confinement room on the third floor." The leader turned out to be Wallace Gugliotta. Without any pause, he quickly handed his ID to the biochemical members of the army.

The team members took the ID, and after a careful inspection, they began to compare the photo on the ID with the face of Gugliotta in the biochemical isolation suit: "You seem very strange, why have I never Saw you at CDC Washington?"

Gugliotta responded calmly: "We were sent by the CDC headquarters in Atlanta. This time, because of the sudden incident and insufficient manpower, we were instructed by the headquarters to delay the return time and stay for assistance. "

"It turns out that you are the team that came late. By the way, don't you have six people?" The team members returned the IDs to Gugliotta and looked behind Gugliotta.

"What needs to be repaired? How can a few big men always stick together? It would be bad if someone misunderstood them." Gugliotta quickly put away the documents.

"Yeah, hahahaha." The team members turned their heads and motioned for their subordinates to let them go, and at the same time stood in order to make way for the three of them.

After Gugliotta nodded, he led the two people behind him through the sentry post, and after turning the corner and making sure that no one was watching, he quickly rushed towards the third floor.

"Have you determined Jude's location?" Gugliotta asked without looking back.

"The boss is now located in the confinement room with the strictest guards at the left end of the third floor. There are five guards in the confinement room, one inside, two outside, and two guerrillas. They are all active members of the Green Berets. The confinement room has two floors. The outer door is a password door, and the inner layer is an iris biometric control door." A person behind him quickly replied.

"Is everyone in place?" Gugliotta, who had already reached the third floor, did not enter the corridor on the third floor immediately, but opened the security door with the card in his hand after observing that no one was paying attention.

"Well, Mr. Gugliotta, this doesn't match our initial plan, right?" Seeing Gugliotta's actions, the person behind him hesitated, but he mustered up the courage to question.

"I don't care if Jude is your boss or your savior, I came here just not to owe him favors, so, either, you are obedient now, or you follow your shitty plan to save people That's it." Gugliotta made a gesture to close the door.

The two looked at each other, and had no choice but to take a hasty step, and followed Gugliotta into the safe passage on the third floor before Gugliotta was about to close the door.

"Hey." Gugliotta sneered, "Tell me the situation."

"The first floor and the second floor are under control. Outside, as you expected, we can't be contacted now. However, according to the scheduled plan, after five minutes and 34 seconds, the backup will be in place and immediately launch a surprise attack." Another subordinate replied. .

"Well, it seems that we have plenty of time." Gugliotta signaled his subordinates to put the toolbox marked with the CDC logo on the ground.

The two wanted to help open the box, but they were stopped by Gugliotta's death-like cold eyes.

While Gugliotta opened the box, he carefully opened the lower layer of the box and lifted it aside, revealing various plastic sealed bags with liquids of various colors in the lower layer, as well as a delicate device and miniature laptop.

"Next, it's my turn to show the art that belongs only to me who is afraid of myself." On the face of Gugliotta in the biochemical isolation suit, there was a cruel and cold smile like a poisonous snake.

The author has something to say: there are still a few chapters left, and the story is coming to an end.The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. In fact, I have thought a lot about the follow-up story, and I also want to give Lena and Red a HE, but now I have no motivation to write it down. Now that the plot is here, it is already a small story. Paragraph, think again and again, or decide, why not just end here.Thanks to the few relatives who have been with me until the end, your support is my greatest comfort, and I hope we can see you in another book in the near future.