【Respect】The Beautiful Future

It was within Munakata Reiji's expectation that Arakawa Sawakita would rush in front of him, whether it was time, speed or anger.

Munakata Reiji, Awashima Seri, Akiyama, Enomoto and several others assisted the intelligence team in sorting out all kinds of messy information before it came to an end. When he stood up from his seat, he realized that it was already daylight, and the sun was struggling to rise on the distant horizon, like It's like every quiet morning.But the haze is still shrouded in everyone's heart. The earth covered by the brilliance of the sun today will never be the same as before. No one knows what kind of scene will be waiting for them.

Arakawa Zebei almost ran in front of him, obviously rushed to stop him as soon as he finished talking with Yu Zhangxun, so that after standing still, he supported his waist and panted for a while, although he still couldn't say anything But those eyes were fixed on Munakata.

Munakata looked at him with a leisurely smile, and greeted him, "Good morning, Dr. Arakawa."

"Ha... early..." Arakawa squeezed out these syllables reluctantly, with a bit of gnashing of teeth, "Huh...you recommended me to...General Habari?"

"If you didn't guess wrong, I should congratulate you now." Munakata nodded.

"Heh," Arakawa took a deep breath, finally able to complete the sentence, and glared at Munakata angrily, "You made someone blow up my door?!"

"Oh..." Zongxiang raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard the words, then put his index finger on his lips and smiled innocently: "I'm just making an example, I didn't expect your assistant to be really cute. "

Poor Arakawa has specialized in academics all his life and has never practiced swearing. At this moment, he could only put on an expression that wanted to tear him apart, calmed down his breath fiercely, stood up straight and said, "General Yuzhang established a wartime disease control center. Appoint me as the person in charge." Pausing to look at Munakata who had been maintaining a polite smile, he turned his face and added reluctantly: "Although I don't know what you are thinking, but thank you."

Munakata has long been accustomed to such an attitude, and nodded slightly to accept the thanks, then folded his arms and looked back at the still busy intelligence team, and said to him, "I want to hear your opinion."

Arakawa Zawahoku followed Munakata's gaze, his expression darkened a bit, and he frowned and said honestly: "We have obtained too little useful information, and it was only an accident that we even discovered the transmission route of the [purple] virus. "

"Is that so..." Munakata pondered for a moment, then seemed to think of something, smiled lightly, raised his eyes to Arakawa and said, "I will solve this problem as soon as possible, and I will leave the rest of the professional issues to you." The tone of his words still carried the self-confidence of a superior, but it was more or less begging in it.

Arakawa Zebei was taken aback by his rare gentle tone, stared at Munakata unexpectedly for a long time, and understood in his heart.

No matter how sharp the sword of the Federation is, it can't stop the spread of the virus, it can't repel the footsteps of death, and it can't cut off the fear in the hearts of the people.

Even if he has the courage and ability to stop tens of thousands of soldiers, he is helpless in the face of soldiers who are deeply feared and tortured by the virus.The importance the Federation attached to the Japanese theater puts even more pressure on these chiefs. Failure and retreat are not allowed, even if it is the wailing and pain of the infected that hinder their progress.

The longer the delay, the greater the advantage of the alliance, and sooner or later the psychological defense of the soldiers will be defeated.

Arakawa couldn't help straightening his body, and for the first time paid a standard military salute to Munakata, and said seriously: "I will do my best."

Seri Awashima looked at the back of Arakawa leaving, and said somewhat unexpectedly: "I thought you were going to..."

She didn't continue, Munakata looked sideways at Awashima knowingly, "Do you think he was responsible for the virus?"

Seri Awashima opened his mouth in embarrassment but didn't say anything, he could only nod in shame.

Munakata sighed, took the bottled water on the side and handed it to his deputy, and unscrewed the bottle cap himself, "People like Arakawa Sawakita are the easiest to see through. They are obsessed with their own career and don't know how to play tricks, let alone Not revenge, because those are useless to what he's going to do."

"Our Fourth Army has zero infections," Munakata reminded.

"It was his proposal before?!" Seri Awashima suddenly remembered, and said in surprise.

Munakata nodded, "Ability, foresight, and determination." His eyes darkened a little, and sporadic images unconsciously flashed across his mind, such as children under the ruins, and the fire on the edge of the cliff.He closed his eyes and regained his thoughts.

"So, he hasn't reported to General Habari that you terminated the perception test?" Awashima asked.

Zong Xiang was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this, he frowned and thought for a while, then relaxed his brows and smiled, saying: "He probably forgot."

"Eh?!" Seri Awashima looked in the direction Arakawa Sawakita left, and unexpectedly found that the doctor was still very cute.

Munakata put down the water in his hand, pulled the neckline, turned his head to Awashima and asked, "From the news just now, can it be confirmed that the Tokyo Barbara jurisdiction is also infected?"

"I'm sure." Awashima replied, she looked at Munakata in confusion and asked, "Are you planning to...?"

"I'll go to the fringe area to check the situation," Munakata pressed the assistant who wanted to get up and follow, and said with a smile: "The beautiful lady should go to rest after staying up all night. If there is no accident," Munakata paused, then said: "I will Bring in a kid who can solve the intelligence processing problem."