Chapter 65 Tomb
Virus research, normal people would think of promoting medical progress.
But if human experiment is added in front of this word, the meaning is completely different.
Biological and chemical weapons——
This is the word that came directly to Moreau's mind after reading the intelligence.
Speaking of which, the "poor man's rose" that is defined as a bomb in this world is essentially a biochemical weapon.
As powerful as the Ant King after his rebirth, even though he has a powerful body that incorporates countless excellent genes, he cannot withstand the erosion of the rose virus.
Hence, it can be seen that the upper limit of the virus in this world is unimaginable and can be called a forbidden zone for mankind.
However, human existence has never stopped on the road of exploring destruction...
The poor man's rose, which is cheap and difficult to make, is an example.
Even so, Moreau never expected that a gang would dare to touch human experiments related to viruses, even if in the eyes of the gang, this might just be a lucrative business.
"Nolan Gambino..."
Morrow closed the email interface, expressionless.
The information sent by Argo, every word is dripping with blood, revealing the darkest side of the world.
Putting away his mobile phone, Moreau went to a clothing store on the street and spent money to buy an outfit to hide his appearance, just in case. He also bought a gas mask of the right size.
To the west of Plit Town is a vast wetland forest. Many areas are filled with miasma, so gas masks are a very common equipment here.
And this is a gray area, and the veiled dressing style is quite common. Even walking around on the street wearing a gas mask is not a rare thing.
Morrow was wearing a loose black hooded sweatshirt, lifted the hat, and put on a mask and sunglasses to hide his entire face.
Put the purchased gas mask and some portable food into your backpack, and then use this outfit to go find a local gang and buy a bunch of firearms.
I thought that the process of purchasing firearms would be difficult, but I never thought that once the money was received, everything would be as smooth as buying a few bottles of water.
With these preparations in mind, Moreau walked straight out of the town.
According to the information provided by Argo, the base where human experiments on the virus are being conducted is near a village, located on the edge of the wetland forest.
As for the more specific location coordinates, Argo was unable to find them.
It is not a question of ability, but of her unwillingness to take greater risks.
As she said, she can investigate the information about the brigade without any psychological burden, because the brigade itself does not care about such things.
Hong Kong gangsters are different. It is their basic style to seek retribution. Once they are caught with some clues, they will stick to it like a dog-skin plaster.
Simply put, Argo is doing business, not working for Moreau.
Morrow understood this.
In fact, even if Argo did not maximize his work ability, Moreau could gradually realize the benefits of intelligence channels.
For him, this intelligence channel is equivalent to a search engine, with no other disadvantages except that it costs money.
Leaving the town of Plit, the road outside was full of potholes. On both sides of the road were green plants growing at an alarming rate, and you could vaguely see crooked road signs.
If you hadn’t just come out of a town, it would be hard to imagine that there would be such poor road construction outside a town with complete facilities and even an airport.
Morrow walked for a certain distance on the road, and then followed the map and walked into a muddy path that was trampled by people's feet.
As long as you walk along this trail for more than ten kilometers, you will reach the village called Shanni. From a geographical point of view, it is almost on the edge of the wetland forest.
The village can survive in that kind of place, and the physical quality of the people who want to come to the village will certainly not be much worse.
Morrow has known one thing for a long time. Even without the existence of the mind ability system, the upper limit of human body functions in this world cannot be defined by the knowledge of past lives.
There must be a food chain, then...
Above ordinary people are ordinary people who are somewhat strong, ordinary people who are quite strong, ordinary people who are very strong, ordinary people who are very strong, ordinary people who are extremely strong, and then there are those with telekinesis abilities.
If a very strong ordinary person were placed on the earth in his previous life, he would basically be equivalent to a superhuman existence.
Hence, even if there are countless dangers in the forest, humans can still draw survival resources from it.
Morrow walked more than ten kilometers on the muddy path. When he looked up, he could see the smoke rising in the distance.
Humbling out a gas mask and putting it on, Moro bypassed the village and headed toward the forest further away.
Since he was not sure of the specific location, he planned to explore the area outside the village first.
If not found, enter the village directly.
The day flies by in a blink of an eye.
Morrow explored the edge areas of the forest one by one, but found nothing substantial.
On the contrary, some fine bricks were found beside a hill covered with green plants. It seemed that there was a tomb here.
Morrow was looking for a virus research base, so he paid no attention to this discovery and continued to explore the remaining delineated areas.
It was the evening of the next day.
The circled area was basically walked through by Moreau carefully, but nothing was found.
If Argo's information is correct, then the base is probably in an unexplored village.
Morrow simply ate some dry food, and then prepared to leave the forest and go directly to the village to find out.
But as soon as he made a move, he heard some faint noises.
Immediately, Moreau closed his spermary pores, entered the "absolute" state, and lay down in the lush grass.
A moment later, the sound of footsteps was heard.
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Morrow could hear that the footsteps were very light, but they still made a sound when they stepped on the rotten leaves on the moist soil.
The owner of the footsteps soon entered Moreau's sight.
"It's her."
What Moreau saw was the well-dressed woman he had seen in the town before.
Although there were many similarly secretive people in Plit Town, this woman was the only one who impressed him more deeply.
Not only because the other party is a telepathic person, but also because the other party has a pair of eyes that are incompatible with a place like Plit Town.
Morrow secretly observed the other party.
Judging from the first impression, he was inclined to think that the other party was not a bad person, but he did not jump to a conclusion.
And does not rule out the possibility that the other party may be Nolan's subordinate.
He just watched the woman scrape some moss-like things from a tree, and then carefully put them into a test tube.
After a while.
The woman put away the test tube properly and turned to leave.
Morrow did not come out immediately. It was not until the woman walked away that he stood up and looked in the direction the woman left.
That is the direction to the village.
Shanni Village, underneath a large house.
This is a huge tomb.
More accurately, it is a tomb that has been artificially modified and built.
The stone walls of the corridor, which should be dark and damp, are covered with pipes and cables.
The depths of the tomb are brightly lit.
In the center of the spacious and bright tomb, the original coffin is still there, but it is shrouded in square glass.
On the coffin, the lid of the coffin was pushed halfway open.
There are wisps of black air seeping out from inside.
Around the square glass cover, people wearing white protective clothing can be seen.
Among this group of people, there was a man wearing a black suit and slicked back
The man turned his head and looked at the surveillance screens hanging side by side on the wall not far away.
The scene on one of the screens showed a woman mixing medicine in a dimly lit mud-tiled house.
"A professional hunter is a professional hunter. She is professional and very useful. Well, what is her name?"
The man stared at the surveillance screen and asked casually.
Hence, the others immediately replied:
"Professional virus hunter, Sambika Norton."
h (End of this chapter)