National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"The divine power disappeared?" Zhang Yang and Nanqiang looked at each other, neither of them knowing what caused this.

They finally caught their breath for a while, but now that unknown feeling of uneasiness loomed over them again.

Weisz is dead and the clue is gone.

The mastermind behind the scenes has still not been found.

The seemingly ordinary "white plague" actually showed a new symptom - the disappearance of divine power!

Since most of those infected with the White Plague were ordinary people, people were slow to discover this.

But how to obtain divine power has always been a mystery, and now there is actually a drug that can make "it" disappear?

Zhang Yang vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if there were invisible hands pushing all this to happen.

There is no doubt that someone has set his sights on Red Cross City, the only stable and peaceful land on this continent.

"Wait a minute, if a person gets sick, his divine power will be weakened or disappear. Will this happen to Terran?"

Zhang Yang took out a mobile phone that he had used in the mountains, which could be used to contact Tailun.

The call was connected quickly.

"Boss, what's going on now? I seem to be locked up in the villa of the Imperial Physician Isnan and I can't get out!"

Tai Lun's voice came from the phone, his tone was a little confused.

"Locked up in a villa...you've been quarantined?" Zhang Yang thought for a moment and quickly understood Terran's situation.

Fortunately, it was only the second day, and Tyran was still in a state of confusion. If he stayed in the lock for a few more days, he would probably go crazy.

"Tyron, what you were infected with before was not an ordinary disease, but the "White Plague."

"White plague?"

"Yes, this plague has swept across the entire Reperan Plain. Now Red City is under lockdown, and those who are infected or have been infected must be quarantined."

"But... that's not right. Wasn't my illness cured by the Imperial Physician Isnan? Could there be any sequelae?"

"That's exactly why I want to call you." Zhang Yang said slowly, "Tyron, after you got the white plague, did your divine power weaken or disappear?"

Zhang Yang wanted to confirm the probability of the white plague weakening the divine power.

If the probability is very high, even close to 100%, then it can be basically confirmed that the disappearance of divine power is related to the white plague.

And the truly most terrifying symptoms of the white plague will also be determined.

"The divine power has weakened... or disappeared." Sitting on the bed, Terran looked at the body-height mirror on the opposite side of the wall.

He tried hard to awaken the man who was sleeping in his heart.

But the other party's response to his call was minimal.

"Have!"

“My invisibility became extremely unstable after I became ill, as if I had returned to the days when I first woke up.”

"Is it true..." Zhang Yang's face was gloomy. This was definitely bad news.

Combining Terran's experience with the cases found within the association, "white plague" is almost synonymous with "weakening of divine power."

It seems that the ambition of the man behind this is far more than just the destruction of the lives of the original people of Ripoan and the imminent danger of the Red Cross Association.

The other party is doing an experiment.

Using all the living creatures in the Riperan Plain as guinea pigs to conduct an extremely horrifying experiment!

"Let's go!" Zhang Yang clenched his fists and Nanqiang quickly changed his clothes.

Although they don’t know what they can do at the moment, they must not sit idly by.

"What are you going to do?"

When I opened the door, Gordon appeared outside.

He was wearing a unique and gorgeous white robe. The silk fabric shone with a pearl-like luster, and every inch of it exuded delicacy and nobility.

He looked calm, as if he had been waiting outside the door long ago.

"I..." Zhang Yang didn't know any medical skills and it seemed that he really couldn't help.

The only clue he knew, interrogation, was cut off because of Weisz's death.

"I'm going to save as many people as I can." Nanqiang drank the tea righteously and walked in front of Gordon.

After a period of rest, his complexion has recovered a lot.

"Okay, tens of thousands of people in this city are handed over to you, just save them one by one. You will be able to save them all sooner or later anyway." Seeing Nanqiang say such childish words, Gordon laughed instead of getting angry.

"Sometimes divine power can indeed solve a lot of problems, but not everything can be solved by divine power."

"Isnan, as the Red Cross Royal Physician of our association, I hope you can understand this truth."

"But, what else can I do besides saving people?" Nanqiang didn't know any medical skills. Before traveling through time, he was even just a dropout student.

"Of course, join me and find out who is behind this." Gordon smiled mysteriously and pushed up his non-existent glasses on his nose.

"Hmm?" Zhang Yang and Nanqiang looked at each other.

"Come with me." The hem of the white clothes was made of layers of light chiffon. When Gordon walked, it was like floating clouds or the fluttering sleeves of a fairy.

……

Turning their sight, they found themselves in a mysterious interrogation room.

The walls of this room are made of thick steel plates, coated with a special explosion-proof material, giving it a cold metallic luster.

The ceiling is densely packed with solid steel beams, and several powerful lights are placed at specific angles.

The floor of the room is not made of ordinary cement, but a special rubber material. The door is a heavy explosion-proof door, and there are sealing strips all around to ensure that no sound can leak out.

In the center of the room, there was a specially made interrogation chair, and in the distance there were two desks. This room was obviously used to interrogate unusual people.

"I didn't expect there was such a basement in the bell tower." Zhang Yang looked around curiously, taking in all the details of the walls and ceiling.

"Who are we interrogating here? Isn't the only suspect, Weisz, dead?" Nanqiang asked.

There are no prisoners in this room, so what is their purpose here?

"No prisoners? The prisoners are always here." Gordon pressed the armrest of the chair, and there was an inconspicuous button on it.

The button was pressed, and the sound of a mechanism operating could be heard from behind the steel wall.