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in the conference room.

Jessica stretched her long legs and kicked over the chair again, "Damn it, this is the fourth one. I'm exhausted and going on strike, do you hear me?"

Allen put his head on the table, and it took him a while to get up, helplessly helped the chair up, "I'm more annoying than you, shut up, OK?" Sighed, "Go and call the next person over..."

"Hey, really, I didn't mean you, pretending to be a fair lady, pointing a gun at their heads, can they not open their mouths? It's a waste of my time, stupid."

"It's a civilized society, and you think everyone else is just like you..."

Jessica slams the door and walks away.

The next person was dragged over by Jessica's arms, with regular glasses, messy hair, clothes that looked unclean, and the eyes of a herbivore looking at a carnivore, obviously he would not cause trouble type.

Allen read the contents of his resume unhurriedly, "Jack Harris, 25 years old, graduated from Lawson University, majored in cell biology, and lives at No. 703 Wharton Road, at home The members have..." The man fidgeted more and more.

After Alan finished reporting the names of his elementary school teachers, he suddenly closed the folder.

"You just need to tell me one thing, what happened in the factory that day?"

"..."

The boy's silent attitude completely irritated Jessica, who was already very irritable.

She slapped the table and glared fiercely at the frightened boy, "Hey, do you want to go to prison for a few years because of your itchy ass? Tsk tsk, it will definitely be punished very badly."

Jessica's tone became gentle again, and she approached the boy and said to him: "Let me think about it, is it because I can't get out of bed for a week, or is my limb broken? I heard that the people inside are all those who are not afraid of death." I believe they don't mind another life, right?"

Allen tried his best to hold back his laughter, and the boy was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair.

"W-Will I go to jail?"

"Ahem, according to the relevant laws, the crime of cover-up can be punished with three to five years in prison, and it's not impossible for serious cases to end up in prison." Allen added with a smile.

"Especially in an accident like this one, you know it's your fault..." Jessica's face changed, and she yelled at the boy, "Do you know how many people died? Ah?"

Jack held his head tightly in his hands, almost crying, "It's not me, it's not me, I don't want to go to jail..."

"As long as you obediently cooperate with our work, maybe the judge will give you less punishment when he is in a better mood."

The boy showed confusion and pain on his face, and he was struggling violently in his heart.

Allen knocked on the table counting the seconds, and the boy finally let go.

"...We actually didn't know that something would happen that day. The experimental subjects were all locked in a specific room with tempered glass and so on. It was basically impossible to escape."

Allen frowned, and the boy continued.

"Someone suddenly called out that day, and I ran away as soon as I saw something was wrong. When I came here, people were looking for us again, and I dared not speak out."

The boy took off his glasses and wiped his tears with his hands.

"What is the experimental product?" Allen knew that his face was not very good-looking.

"...death row prisoner."

Allen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Jessica asked him, "Who is threatening you?"

"I don't know, but they said they belonged to the president and threatened me with my family..."

Jessica couldn't see it, and threw a pack of tissues over, "Are you a pig? The president's idiot is in disaster, what time does he have to care about you?"

Allen stared straight at Jack, "When did the research start?"

"..."

The boy didn't seem to have calmed down yet, so Jessica yelled again, "I'm asking you something! Are you dumb?"

"Probably in July last year, it should be." The boy answered hastily.

"Did anything unusual happen during this period?"

"Ah, ah, no, no...uh, there is one, a new person."

"name."

"Let me think about it, that's right! It's called Carter!"

"Sure?"

The boy nodded like pounding garlic.

Allen looked it up, Carter Clark.Missing persons.

"Your work is so confidential, how can you allow newcomers to join?"

"It was recommended by the president, and he's good at his job."

"That day, April 27th. Was he there?"

The boy gave an affirmative answer.

"Then he escaped?"

"Probably not. I haven't seen him. It was so sudden that not many people could react."

Allen asked another question, "How many times has Robert been to this factory?"

"I can't remember, maybe two or three times."

"Did he tell you that this project is state-sponsored?"

"exactly."

"Do you know anyone who worked on Project 7?"

"What's that?" Jack quickly searched for the word in his mind, but failed.

"Is it a similar project?" he asked.

Allen said, "Almost, what do you know?"

"I just heard that there are several people who have worked on similar projects before, so their workload is much larger than ours."

Allen put a photo on the table.

"do you know him?"

The boy glanced at it and replied, "Of course, this is Parker."

"He's been missing since October last year, doesn't anyone find it strange?"

"It was said that something happened at home, and everyone didn't think much about it."

"What about him?"

The boy looked at Dane's photo and shook his head.

"Jack," Allen's tone became serious, "If you knew that what you did was to provoke this war, what would you do?"

The boy shook his head vigorously, "I swear! I didn't know anything about it. They only told me that it was to deal with terrorists, so I participated. If I knew, I wouldn't do it if I was killed."

"Give me your mobile phone number, I may still contact you. Then you can go." Allen said.

Jack can go faster than a rabbit.

"Good job, I've always wondered how you became a reporter."

Allen stretched.

"That's because I'm amazing." Jessica stepped on the chair and shook her head.

"..."