Human Light Umbrella

Just then, a reminder came from the indoor broadcast.

Immediately afterwards, all the restraints on the operating table were released, which gave d-1004 a degree of freedom in his body.

In fact, before d-1004 underwent this transplant operation, he had already undergone an operation.

A self-explosive chip was installed in d-1004's skull.

Once d-1004 becomes aggressive during or after surgery, the red queen will detonate the chip.

If detonating the chip still can't stop d-1004's actions, then the four security guards of the second insurance will physically eliminate d-1004.

If the four security guards as the second insurance fail, the strong acid improved from the alien blood will quickly flood the entire operating room within 30 seconds.

In short, Birken's scientific research team has already made perfect preparations for the experiment on the g virus.

Start with at least five insurances.

In general, the red queen as the first insurance, and the armed security of the second insurance can be solved, and I have not encountered a situation that requires the use of strong acid measures.

at this time.

D-1004's body twitched crazily again, and the skin also quickly collapsed, and then began to develop a trend towards collapse,

In less than 3 minutes.

This d-1004, which killed at least six children, completely turned into a huge, bloody living sarcoma.

A muffled sound of "Bang!" came from the sarcoma, indicating that the red queen detonated the chip.

"Pfft~ Huh!" (x2)

Seeing that the sarcoid was still squirming, two security guards with flamethrowers pulled the trigger.

"Buzz~!" The sarcoma that was roasted by the two fire snakes made a sound of oil exploding.

In the end, d-1004 was forced to end his life by the security guards and went to the underworld for trial.

If there is an underworld in this world.

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...

at the same time.

In an observation room far away from the isolated operating room, a holographic projector is playing real-time images in the operating room.

More than a dozen researchers in white coats saw that d-1004 was still turned into a puddle of meat. Most of the researchers shook their heads with a sigh.

On the contrary, the expressions of Birken, Rebecca, and Alexia remained the same, and their eyes were filled with unspeakable joy.

What they saw was not a failure of the experiment.

Even though the g glands allowed d-1004 to speed up its growth, causing the body to reach the critical point it could withstand and collapse in a short period of time, the g glands still gave d-1004 a superhuman experience for a period of time.

This proves that their research is in the right direction.

And Sui Bian, dressed in gray suit pants, brown leather shoes and a black shirt, and always wearing headphones, also stood beside everyone watching the real-time video.

"Sir!" Birken couldn't help being excited, and immediately said to Sui Bian: "If we can cultivate stable g glands, then it will no longer be a fantasy to create warriors who are close to gods!"

"That's right sir, it seems that the potential of the g virus is indeed higher than that of Veronica." Alexia also echoed.

"En." Sui Bian nodded calmly.

"Haha." Rebecca said with a chuckle, "Sir, now, looking at the hypothesis that you put forward the gene seed, it seems that it is no longer a hypothesis."

"That's good." Sui Bian first replied to Rebecca.

Then he raised his voice to express his gratitude to everyone, saying that the research on the g virus has made a major breakthrough, which is inseparable from everyone present and all the people involved in this research.

Since Birken, Alexia, and Rebecca all said that they had made a major breakthrough, then Sui Bian was not stingy, and the reward was rewarded.

At last.

Sui Bian encouraged everyone according to the usual procedure, and let Birken and others continue to do their own thing, and he also left the observation room to go to the second-floor office of the mother's nest to deal with the accumulated contracts and agreements.

on the way.

"Sir." Queen Hong reported to Sui Bianhui through her earphones: "I found that there was a relatively unusual serial murder case in Venice."

"Venice?" Sui Bian frowned slightly.

"Would you like to send some intelligence personnel to conduct on-the-spot investigation?" The Red Queen suggested.

"Well, okay, eh? By the way... I remember Leon Scott Kennedy. He seems to have completed his intelligence officer training. He happens to be in Europe, so let him handle it."

"Yes, sir."

Chapter 73 Porcelain

8 month 27 day.

Italy.

Venice.

Local clock: 09:12.

The sky is blue, white clouds are like flakes, and the morning sun is extraordinarily beautiful and warm.

As a famous tourist and industrial city in Italy, the scenery of Venice is truly unique.

The suburbs inland to the west are home to many factories, while to the east, near the sea, you can see the classically built Venetian city.

The artificially excavated river channels and streets coexist. The water of the river channels is drawn from the seawater of the Adriatic Sea.

There are excursion boats for tourists, motor boats for exciting entertainment projects, and more private boats.

The spaciousness and prosperity of the river can highlight the crowded streets.

at this time.

In the Marghera district of Venice, on the main road numbered sr11...

"Oh miada (damn)! Quesy di yo di (the idiots)! Sbiliggah (hurry up)!!!"

"Tick!! Tick!!"

Just look at a beetle-like, yellow-and-white taxi that was almost blocked on this "main road".

The taxi driver with a goatee and an old-fashioned white cap lowered the window, stuck his head out, waved his left hand and cursed, and his right hand slammed the horn in the center of the steering wheel.

No way, sr11 is said to be the main road, but it is actually just a two-way street.

It is the rush hour for work in Venice now, and the traffic flow on the roads in both directions is heavy, so this taxi can only queue up honestly.

After letting out the breath in his heart, the taxi driver finally felt relieved, and then put his body back into the car.

And in English with a strong accent, he said to the passenger sitting in the co-pilot: "Let the guests laugh, haha, in fact, we Venetians have a good temper, but there are some exceptions today."

"Well...understandable." The passenger said he understood "very".

The passenger was wearing dark grey overalls, brown breathable combat boots, black tight short sleeves and a loose brown shirt.

The handsome dress, the blond haircut, and other characteristics all represent that the passenger's real identity is Leon Scott Kennedy.

Umbrella's intern intelligence officer.

Leon finished talking to the driver, then turned his head to look out the window, shaking his head helplessly.

Some speechless.

The intelligence officers who graduated at the same time as him have the right to use the company's vehicles, and there are people who pick them up in unfamiliar cities. Why can't he be alone? ?

Although the company gave him travel subsidies, which were quite a lot, Lyon was still a little bit incomprehensible.

Next.

Lyon endured the driver's complaints, finally passed the congested zone of SR11, and continued driving to the end of SR11.

Then, the taxi parked on the right, and the driver looked at the meter.

Laughing: "Oh, dear guests, the total is 77, in euros, not dollars."

"Okay." Hearing this, Leon took out his wallet from his trousers to pay the bill.

Get the change back, open the door and get out of the car.

After the taxi left, across the street is the destination of Lyon's trip, the Venice Police Station.

While Leon walked towards the crosswalk, he tucked the change into his trouser pocket and took out the intelligence officer's exclusive mobile phone to operate it.

First, report the situation to the superior, and then review the identity the company has arranged for him.

Putting away the phone, crossing the crosswalk and the crowd, Leon came to the front door of the police station.

Step up the steps and walk into the police station hall.

He found it even more crowded.

Most of them are tourists from out of town, complaining or complaining to the police.

Most are cases of lost property or disputes with local vendors.

After all, Venice is a world-famous tourist attraction, and the burden on the police is very heavy.

See here.

Leon passed through the crowd again, came to the front desk on the right side of the hall, and showed his ID to the impatient police officer.

Said: "Lion S. Kennedy, Interpol, is in charge of assisting you in investigating the serial killings on the 25th."

The policeman took the certificate and relieved his impatient expression.

"American guy?" But when he saw his nationality, the policeman couldn't help but complained.

Followed by.

The police officers who did not find any abnormal documents began to contact their superiors.

Soon, the policeman returned the certificate to Leon and said, "Go to the third floor, someone will receive you."

"Thank you." Leon took back his documents and walked towards the third floor of the police station.

Come to the third floor.

This is the office area for plainclothes, detectives and criminal police.

A female policewoman dressed in a black female suit, blue shirt, and a police badge and holster around her waist was waiting for Lyon on the edge of the stairs.

Seeing Leon, the policewoman stretched out her right hand and introduced herself, "Aya Brea."

"Hello, Leon S. Kennedy." Leon reached out to shake her hand.

"Come with me, the sheriff has been waiting for you for a long time." The policewoman named Brea turned to the office area.

"it is good."

Shortly after.

The Venice police chief glanced at Leon, just briefly explained a few words, and continued to let Brea and Leon, who were in charge of the case, explain the details.

In fact, not long ago, the director of Venice asked his superiors for support.

It's just that this request was known to the Red Queen, so the Red Queen communicated with Interpol and the Italian police department.

In the end, Leon, whose identity was faked by Queen Bai, came to support him logically.

The Director of Venice had no doubts about him, and with the busy affairs, Brea took over after just a few hasty conversations.

Brea took Leon to the conference room on the fourth floor, turned on the projector, and explained the details of the case to Leon.

On the morning of the 25th of this month, police found 24 victims.

All were male, and the bodies were concentrated in the bustling area of ​​​​Magera.

Victims vary in their identities, nationalities, and relationships, and there is no rule to follow, such as cases of random killings.

However, the victims share similar characteristics.

They are all tall and strong, and judged by the public's aesthetics as handsome looks.

In order to avoid public panic and damage to Venice's reputation, the Italian government has banned the details of the case.