The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 175 Live
When Amanda Waller jumped out of the driver's seat of her silver-gray SUV, the heels of her low-soled shoes caught in the sewer fence outside NYPD headquarters.

"FUCK."

Ms. Waller cursed very calmly, bowed down, took off her shoes that were completely stuck in the fence, and rushed into the NYPD gate with one bare foot.

Amanda's appearance in the hall seemed a bit lonely. Obviously, most of the low-level police officers had only met Ms. Waller once, and their knowledge of her was limited to "a certain senior bureaucrat".

At this moment, the officers in the hall had no idea what was going on in the forensic lab.

They only knew that in this short hour, the headquarters of NYPD welcomed many senior officials like Amanda.

It was night at this time, and some of the off-duty police officers were urgently recruited by phone calls from their superiors, ordering them to rush back to their respective police stations and wait for instructions from their superiors.

Superintendents, inspectors, inspectors, sheriffs of NYPD, and even detectives, police officers, and trainee police officers. These police officers with different positions were crowded in the hall, looking at each other, and whispering and discussing together.

The recent serial murder case in New York has indeed attracted the attention of the world, but with such a large battle, does it seem a bit... Overqualified?
Fortunately, Amanda's assistant was already waiting in the lobby. Seeing her coming in, she struggled through the crowd, handed a report to her, and said softly, "They are all waiting for you."

They, of course, refer to the high-level people who really have decision-making power.

Amanda stepped barefoot on the cold floor, forced a way out of the crowd, and rushed to the forensic laboratory.

The entire laboratory was basically sealed off, and the transparent plastic curtains used for isolation were supported by brackets and connected into one piece, and the only way to enter it was through the horizontal cylindrical isolation channel.

A large group of administrative staff stood on the outskirts of the isolation passage, and the departments they belonged to could be identified by the signs hanging on their chests.

CDC is the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, DOE US Department of Health, FEMA Federal Emergency Management Agency, and SHILD SHIELD.

These bureaucrats with different signs were shouting loudly or with serious faces, obviously arguing about what happened in the forensic laboratory.

Finally, a man walked out of the isolation passage.

His whole body is wrapped in a yellow isolation suit, with protective goggles, gloves, protective shoes and a breathing filter.

He left the isolation passage and finished the external cleaning in a temporary disinfection room on one side before walking in front of everyone.

Ephraim Goodwinzer, the CDC's chief medical officer for the New York region, is a bald, middle-aged man with a thin, angular face.

It is easy to think of the Mr. Lex Luthor who has been mixed up in the political and business circles recently.

In any case, if Ephraim was placed in other environments, he might be considered a high-ranking official, but in front of this blocked NYPD forensic laboratory, he can only be regarded as a small employee who sells his labor—— From time to time, a brick thrown casually can hit three director-level figures.

Fortunately, Ephraim is a doctor of biology with professional qualities, and the identification report he draws is very important, and will determine the ownership of the on-site command authority.

"An item of parasite eggs found in a deceased person's body."

Ephraim exhaled and said, "It's a strain that has never been discovered before."

Not a biological weapon from a terrorist organization, not a magical creation on the whim of some super-powerful criminal, but a strain that can be understood and explained by science.

However, Ephraim's face didn't improve at all. He tried his best to save the technical terms that the high-ranking officials couldn't understand, and explained in an easy-to-understand manner,

"This strain is transmitted by contact with blood using ovum-shaped spores as vectors.

Once inside the victim, it spreads all the way, into the stomach, where it rapidly reproduces. "

"Wait a minute," the senior official of the Emergency Management Agency interrupted him, and said in a deep voice: "Then what happened to the corpse that suddenly exploded in the forensic laboratory?"

"You mean the homeless man?" Ephraim took a deep breath and said slowly, "He was indeed brain-dead before being sent to the laboratory, but his brain has been completely taken over by the alien strain."

He produced a photograph showing senior officials the brain of the deceased man after the skull had been ripped off by a bullet.

The brain of the deceased was basically hollowed out, and the atrophied gray matter of the brain was densely covered with pale bacterial strains, which were entangled with each other like a network, which was creepy.

"In the Brazilian rainforest, there is a parasite that can live on ants. This parasite can infect ants and release chemicals that take over and manipulate the ant's body."

Ephraim said embarrassingly: "The principle of the strains in the laboratory is similar to that, but the parasitic objects of the heterogeneous strains are humans. It is speculated that the humans infected by the strains will attack and hunt flesh and blood like zombies in movies. "

The senior official of S.H.I.E.L.D. tugged at the neckline and asked softly, "Could it be a biochemical weapon invented by some organization?"

"I can't be sure." Ephraim shook his head, "We know very little about parasitic bacteria, and in previous investigations, we have not found any records of bacterial strains capable of parasitic manipulation of advanced mammals.

It's as if this strain popped out of nowhere out of that dark, ancient corner. "

Amanda Waller's heart was beating for no reason, and she said awkwardly: "Dr. Gudwinzer, do you think this strain has supernatural properties that cannot be analyzed by current science?"

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Ephraim took a deep breath, pressed the report in his hand on the table, and said softly: "There is no further experiment at present, but for me personally, there seems to be some kind of strain between these strains. A telepathic ability.

If I had to give a personal guess, I think it's very likely that there is a 'something' behind the strain that is manipulating it. "

This information made the atmosphere of the scene even more depressing. Compared with the sudden strain disaster, the enemies hidden in the dark are more troublesome.

Ephraim licked his lips, and said in a deep voice: "Besides, this strain is extremely contagious and contagious, and it will take some time to find effective means of targeting—I count the time exponentially in months.

The top priority is to do a good job of isolation as soon as possible. We don't know how many objects are still parasitized by the strain. "

"You mean quarantining Manhattan?"

The bureaucrat in the governor's office raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Do you know how many people there are in Manhattan? Do you know how big a political and economic disaster it would be to isolate even one administrative division?"

"My suggestion, not just to quarantine Manhattan, is to quarantine the whole of New York."

Ephraim said with a straight face, "If I were to tell you, this is a plague, enough to sweep the entire east coast and even the entire United States of America."

(End of this chapter)