24th

After cursing the CDC a few words, Gloria looked up at the balcony floor in a daze, "I really miss Emily and Veronica very much, I don't know how they are doing now."

"But now... how do I go back when I can't use a smartphone, I can't use social apps, I can't use a self-driving car, and I can't even use a credit card to give away my location?"

"Well, I need to find a hospital in the shortest possible time and take out the tracking chip in my body."

"Okay, that's it."

When she heard the sound of a car leaving, she immediately returned to the family's room from the open-air balcony.Finding the small tablet I had found earlier, I searched for information on plastic surgery hospitals in Georgia and neighboring Florida.

So calmly using the local network to search for online information, isn't she afraid of the real-time monitoring of the network by the National Security Agency, the National Security Bureau and the FBI such as the "Prism Gate Incident"?Of course she knows that these intelligence agencies in the United States are almost pervasive to human life and society around the world.

Still, she remembered that it was Christmas, when at least some government intelligence officers would be on leave to spend time with their families.However, there was one more thing she ignored.The day after Christmas was her birthday and the day her adoptive parents picked her up.

After more than ten seconds of searching, a male name "Joseph Rigby" came into Gloria's sight.This person's occupation is a plastic surgeon in a private plastic surgery hospital in Miami, Florida.

Didn't search for plastic surgeons near my location because it was too dangerous to be in Atlanta and the entire state of Georgia.In a matter of minutes, perhaps, the CDC's bioprocessing team and federal agents would be swarming in.

After finding the name and address, she took the child's tablet.In any case, she is penniless now.Not only is there no money to buy a burger, but there is no change for a driverless public bus.

At 5:08 in the morning, two black Dodge four-door highway patrol cars with the words "Georgia State Police" painted on the driver's door quietly approached the house.Behind them, followed by a large black Chevrolet SUV.

Four state troopers, wearing cowboy caps and police uniforms with winter fleece jackets, watched as two plainclothes FBI federal agents approached them with guns in hand.

"Gentlemen, the person we want to arrest is in this house right now." One of the white men with short black hair and sharp features said to the patrolmen with white breath in his mouth.

"Understood. Uh, sir, just now you said that this woman is a dangerous person, right?" a patrolman asked.

"uh-huh."

"So, do we need to call the SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics) squad of the state troopers?"

"No, DC needs her alive."

A patrolman with a Remington shotgun and a high-caliber police pistol lowered his body and trot alertly to the right of the house. FBI agents gave the two men the order to block the back door.

The front door of the residence was opened by an FBI agent, and two patrol officers assisted in forcing the entry.The four of them each held weapons, nodded and walked towards the gate.

If the 24th pair of chromosomes can only allow Gloria to jump higher and heal her wounds quickly, then she really underestimated what this extra pair of chromosomes will bring to her body and brain. Change.

First of all, in terms of sensory organs, she felt that her vision and hearing seemed to be getting more and more sensitive.Under the great force of sound wave transmission in the outer ear and middle ear, the inner ear can very clearly feel the various sound sources and their positions from nearby.

"Damn it, did someone come so soon?" Gloria tucked the tablet into the back of her jeans, hid on the side of the window of the room and quietly watched the outside environment.

"FBI!" At this moment, there was a shout from the direction of the gate.

She glanced at the closed door and said to herself, "Damn federal agents."

Two patrolmen wearing winter leather police gloves and holding long and short weapons stood on the snow outside the open-air balcony, patrolling left and right vigilantly.Suddenly, the patrolman standing on the left with a shotgun seemed to see a window on the right side of the second floor being opened.

When he realized that he needed to raise his gun to aim, a thin black figure jumped out of the window in the blink of an eye.Witnessing the black figure fall unscathed on the snow and exclaiming, "Oh my God!"

Before he raised his gun and yelled "Don't move", the black figure wearing a hoodie rushed to less than 2 feet (about 0.6 meters) behind his colleagues.

The patrolman with the pistol in his right hand and the tactical flashlight in his left immediately realized that there was someone behind him, and immediately turned around and pointed the gun and flashlight at the head of the person behind him.

It should be noted here that Gloria is not willing to identify herself as a criminal or an extremist terrorist in society.Otherwise, she wouldn't have to wait until the patrolman turned around before handing over his gun.

"Don't move!" The two patrol officers aimed at her with flashlights and their respective firearms almost at the same time.

"Hmm." Seeing that there was no one else around, Gloria was about to make a move.

"HP6-2 call, the back door of the residence, the code is 240 (police code: assault)." The patrolman with the gun in his right hand looked at the suspect while calling with the pager on his left shoulder.

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