Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

One week later, Atlanta.

The plane landed smoothly at the airport and slowly taxied to its designated position, with the jet bridge approaching the cabin door.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We have just arrived at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. It is 9:00 AM and the outside temperature is 28 degrees Celsius and 83 degrees Fahrenheit. Please take your carry-on luggage with you after disembarking and watch your step. Thank you for choosing our flight. We look forward to serving you again. Have a pleasant journey."

The WHO review team traveled on this flight.

The WHO review team consisted of six experts and three UN security personnel from six countries: China, Russia, the UK, France, Germany, and Japan.

Because the US government adopted a low-key approach to the WHO review team, no special plane was arranged for their trip, and they had to travel by civilian aircraft.

The nine people followed the other passengers out of the cabin.

"Thank God we arrived safely in Atlanta."

As soon as we stepped onto the covered bridge, Dr. Chekov, an expert from Russia, spoke like a devout believer.

"Heh, Dr. Chekhov, how come I didn't know you believed in God?"

French expert Dr. Jonathan glanced at him and said in surprise.

Although they come from all over the world, as internationally renowned scientists, they have already had academic exchanges, and they have spent a week together at the WHO headquarters, so they know each other to some extent.

"Dr. Jonathan, don't you know that American auditors don't have much luck when it comes to flying? You know, this time we're going to expose the Americans' dirty secrets."

Although I have never had a firm belief in God, I now sincerely praise Him.

Dr. Chekhov said, making a mock cross on his chest.

"God bless me, Amen."

Everyone chuckled, thinking that Dr. Chekhov was satirizing the frequent plane crashes that killed U.S. military auditors.

Only Dr. Chekhov himself knew that he was truly afraid because he had complete trust in the integrity of Americans, which was to say, they had no integrity at all.

"Susan, are you tired? Give me your bag, I'll help you carry it."

Japanese expert Dr. Sato followed Susan, behaving like a gentleman.

This was nothing new to everyone, as Sato had been showering Susan with attention these past few days.

Susan repeatedly declined Sato's advances, but Sato persisted. However, he always maintained a proper distance and did not go too far, so although people disapproved of his sycophantic behavior, they didn't say anything.

"No thanks."

Susan simply declined politely as always.

"Yes, Susan, please let me know if you need anything. I'd be happy to help you."

Sato was incredibly thick-skinned and completely unfazed by Susan's rejection; on the contrary, he seemed to become even more determined after each setback.

It was simply because this married woman from China was exactly what he liked.

However, he dared not cross any lines, not because he was a truly polite person, but because the despicable Chinese security officer among his entourage had privately warned him not to go too far, and especially not to do anything underhanded.

A mere bodyguard dares to threaten me? What an idiot!

But when Sato recalled the experience of shaking hands with Lee Allen that day, almost crushing his bones, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. He knew that the man was not someone to mess with.

Susan felt a little helpless and glanced at Li Ailun walking ahead, feeling inexplicably a little wronged.

Over the past few days, she had developed a slight liking for this handsome Chinese man. In fact, because they were both of Chinese descent, they naturally felt closer to each other, and she felt that they should be considered friends. However, he just watched her being harassed without caring at all.

"Dr. Sam, aren't you British men supposed to be the most gentlemanly men? Why didn't you offer to carry my bag? Am I not pretty enough?"

Dr. Hannah, a German expert, tossed her hair and spoke to the British expert beside her.

The other men in the investigation team all treated the Chinese female PhD student differently, which made her, as a woman herself, a little unhappy. Only Dr. Sam didn't fawn over her, probably because he wasn't interested in Eastern women.

"No, Dr. Hannah, you are beautiful and charming, but unfortunately I have a boyfriend."

However, I believe Dr. Sato would be very happy to serve you.

Dr. Sam explained earnestly and offered helpful tips.

"..."

Dr. Hannah was speechless for a moment upon hearing this.

"If Hannah-chan needs anything, I would be more than happy to assist you."

Upon hearing their conversation, Sato immediately smiled obsequiously.

"Never mind, my bag is quite heavy."

Dr. Hannah glanced at the short Japanese expert and said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

Dr. Sato maintained a smile on his face, but in his heart he was cursing.

He could tell, of course, that Dr. Hannah looked down on him and even openly despised his height. He was determined to teach that bitch a lesson she deserved.

Dr. Sato hid his hatred in his heart, but still maintained the hypocritical etiquette of the Yamato people on his face.

And so, the group chatted and laughed all the way to the luggage collection area.

While the group chatted and waited for their luggage to come out,

At the baggage carousel, an obese passenger who was also waiting for his luggage suddenly collapsed to the ground without warning and began to convulse.

"Ah! Someone, come quick! Help him!"

A female passenger screamed in fright, immediately attracting the attention of other passengers.

"Sir, sir, how are you?"

The staff, alerted by the shouts, quickly came over.

"Calling the front desk, this is roundabout five. A passenger is experiencing an emergency and requires medical assistance. The patient is a white male, around fifty years old..."

The review team and others also noticed the situation and looked over.

"See? I knew it. The accident happened."

Dr. Chekhov looked exactly as I expected.

Others, however, thought he was just grumbling.

Susan instinctively tried to go over, but as soon as she took a step, a large hand grabbed her arm. The hand was strong and powerful, and she felt as if her arm was being firmly clamped by an iron clamp.

“Alan, he is probably having an epileptic seizure. I have experience, I can help him.”

Susan looked at Li Ailun, who was holding her back, and explained.

"This is not our task; we have enough staff."

Li Ailun said, his attitude was very firm.

"Susan is so kind, unlike some people who are cold-hearted and wouldn't help someone in distress..."

Seeing Lee Allen holding Susan's hand, Sato was filled with jealousy. He first showered Lee Allen with compliments, then looked at him and said:

"Li An, you'd better let go of Susan. This pulling is too rough."

Li Ailun ignored Sato's performance and simply observed his surroundings.

"I'm a doctor, move aside, let me take a look."

A middle-aged passenger a little further away noticed this and quickly walked over to help.

Susan saw that a doctor had already gone over, so she gave up.

Seeing that Susan was no longer insisting, Li Ailun let go of her hand.

Susan gently rubbed the spot on her arm where Li Ailun had grabbed her; it hurt a little.

If you don't want to go, then don't go. Why are you grabbing me so hard? Now you're finally concerned about me, but when I'm being bothered, I just ignore them...

Regardless of Susan's complex inner thoughts, Li Ailun's brows were furrowed and his face was solemn.

He felt a chill run down his spine, a familiar, inexplicable premonition that had saved his life many times in critical moments.

“Mion, Jay, be careful, I have a bad feeling.”

Lee Allen looked at the other two UN security personnel and spoke up to remind them.

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