Chapter 525: Sacrifice Begins
Qiao Sen is a well-known expert in the industry and one of the main persons in charge of the Ethan Hospital.
So even when there was a crowd surrounding the hospital outside and spies pretending to be patients sneaked in, Qiao Sen was still able to move in and out freely.
But as soon as he came out, he was surrounded by media reporters.
"Dr. Qiao Sen, what do you think of what Umbrella said? Why are you unwilling to open the hospital for inspection?"
"Professor Qiao Sen, is the hospital conducting any illegal experiments? Is there any K virus?"
"Professor Qiao Sen..."
All kinds of questions and microphones were thrown at him, making Qiao Sen look annoyed.
"I don't know what Umbrella means. They didn't designate our hospital as a separate place! They slandered us without any evidence. This is an infringement of our rights!"
After glancing at the crowd and reporters around him, he continued
"We are a private hospital. We have to protect our privacy and the privacy of our patients. Without relevant legal documents, we cannot allow inspections. You don't want your privacy to be exposed when you are in the hospital, right?"
I have to say that the angle Qiao Sen found was quite sharp.
At least as far as Da Piaoliang is concerned, this is a fairly correct statement, and privacy can be used as an excuse at any time .
With this, he managed to shut up the reporters and then left.
"Oh, you stupid pig."
Qiao Sen glanced at the group of people in the park across the street who were still searching aimlessly, looking more like they were on a picnic. A sarcastic expression appeared on his face.
But it’s good to have so many people!
It can help you accomplish your master's great cause!
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Bruce is a long-time homeless man who lives in Ethan Park.
He used to be a well-off middle-class man, working for a large company and having a beautiful wife and lovely daughter.
Until one day he discovered that his wife had betrayed him. The two had a big fight, and the family relationship took a sharp turn for the worse, eventually leading to divorce.
In the end, the court ruled that his daughter should live with his ex-wife, and most of his house and savings were used to support his daughter.
In addition, you have to pay a considerable amount of money every month based on your previous job income.
Then he also found out that the man who destroyed his family relationships soon moved into his original home, and the money he paid every month was used for their daily expenses.
Unable to accept this blow, Bruce made frequent mistakes at work and was eventually fired for ruining a big order.
But the alimony he had to pay did not decrease at all, which eventually led to his bankruptcy and made him a homeless person...
Now he has nothing except a Labrador he adopted.
Fortunately, thanks to the expired relief food, we did not starve to death.
Lying in the park and basking in the sun is his favorite thing to do every day now.
But unfortunately, recently a group of people have been rummaging around nearby every day, depriving him of his remaining fun.
"When will they leave? This is our paradise."
While stroking his dog, Bruce had a sad expression on his face.
Woof woof
The Labrador next to it stuck out its tongue and barked twice, as if trying to comfort its owner.
"Let's go, there's no place to sleep here tonight, we have to find a new place to stay."
Now that the weather is getting hot and there are many mosquitoes, finding a suitable place to sleep is a specialty for a homeless person like him.
There used to be an old Asian man here who was very capable. He could always find the most comfortable place. But it seems that he was recently found by some hometown association from the East, and they said they would send him back to live a happy life with his wife and children.
Oh, that’s great…
Soon, he found the place he wanted. It was a small alley. The alley smelled of urine and few people came.
But the ground nearby is still relatively dry because there is no sewage gathering in the area, so it can be fixed by just laying some waste newspapers and taking care of it a little.
In less than ten minutes, the new nest was ready and Bruce lay on it comfortably.
After daydreaming for a while, he slowly fell asleep.
He was awakened from his sleep by the miserable cry of his dog. When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure in a windbreaker holding down his dog with one hand and stabbing it repeatedly.
This made Bruce's blood boil, and all his sleepiness disappeared instantly.
"Let go of my dog!"
With an unstoppable momentum, Bruce slammed hard into the figure in the windbreaker.
But just halfway through, bang~
With a gunshot, Bruce was shot in the leg and fell directly to the ground, wailing continuously.
Although there were clearly gunshots, there was no movement around. Only the sound of windows closing could be vaguely heard.
In the United States, shootings are a very common occurrence. On average, more than 100,000 people are shot every year, and more than a third of them die, with more than 100 people dying every day.
This is still a record. Of course, there are more gang fights that are not included, and there are also cases where people just pulled out guns to threaten but did not shoot.
"Oh my, I didn't want to use the gun. I have to hurry."
The figure in the windbreaker spoke in a hoarse voice.
No matter how chaotic it is, there is a high possibility that someone nearby will hear the gunshots and call the police, so he must deal with the problem at hand as soon as possible.
He reached into his pocket and groped for a while, and soon a ball of squirming flesh appeared in his palm, which he then stuffed into the wound of the dying dog.
With a disgusting "pop" sound, it was stuffed completely in, staining the leather gloves he was wearing red.
The dog, which was originally dying, began to twitch wildly. Its movements were so weird that the homeless man who was covering his feet was filled with fear.
"Don't worry, this is a blessing for you, and the beginning of your escape from the human body!"
The man in the windbreaker slowly turned around, and Bruce saw that he was wearing a mask on his face, but his eyes seemed to be shining scarlet in the night.
"Don't come over here!"
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"Another shooting, damn it."
An agent was holding a coffee cup in the patrol car. After quickly drinking all the coffee in it, he couldn't help but complain to his colleague who was driving.
"The recent riot caused by the candidate has attracted too many people nearby. It's normal for anything to happen, but why is there still..."
"Maybe it's just a robbery black guy."
“…”
The scene of the incident was not very remote, so the NYPD responded quite quickly, and the patrol car arrived near the scene quickly.
Because they just received a call from the police saying there was a gunshot, so they still needed to search.
After arriving near the mission area, the two stopped joking and started to get serious.
The other side has guns, and they won't joke with their lives.
The streets were somewhat empty at night. Apart from a few drunkards and drug addicts lying on the side, there was nothing suspicious and the end could be seen at a glance.
This forced the two men to park the car to the side, then they put one hand on their waist and got out of the car to conduct an inspection.
Fortunately, this place is not a slum or a black area, so it is not that chaotic.
Otherwise, they would definitely not dare to come over here just two people in the middle of the night to check the situation.
"There's blood here."
The young agent found the alley. The smell and bloodstains were so obvious that it was hard not to see them.
The older man also walked over quickly, holding a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other, and shone them in the alley for a while. When he found no threat, he came to the bloodstains that formed two strange patterns.
"What is this pattern? Was it made by some cultists?"
The older agent frowned.
He has extensive experience in handling cases, and there are countless cults in Da Piaoliang, and some strange cases often occur.
"It's possible, but look, senior, are there any signs of dragging here? With so much bleeding, he must be dead. Was the body dragged away?"
The young agent pointed at the marks on the ground, which made the older agent feel something was wrong.
It didn't seem like drag marks, it looked more like the body had moved away on its own.
Is there really a K virus research institute nearby?
This is a serious matter. The incident involving Da Piaoliang some time ago also had a significant impact!
He also killed quite a few zombies.
This was the most sensitive moment, so I quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and started calling for support.
"Requesting support, a suspected body is missing, and we need to rule out the possibility of zombies."
It is better to kill the wrong person than to let him go.
He doesn't want to go through this again...
