Because it happened in the United Nations Building, the federal government moved quickly. A group of medical staff was mobilized to enter the building within an hour, and all the personnel in the building were gathered into the lobby in batches.
"Only these people?" Li Zheng asked strangely, looking at the empty hall.
Today is also the day of the General Debate General Assembly of the United Nations. It stands to reason that there are more than 100 countries. Even if each country has three or four, there are hundreds of people, but now there are only thirty or forty people standing in the spacious hall.
They complained loudly about the security measures at the United Nations Building, with dissatisfied expressions on their faces.
Kent rolled up his sleeves and said: "The United Nations staff, Americans and Europeans are all here, and the rest will be batched down."
The rest of the? Li Zheng's lips pursed slightly, and he naturally heard the meaning of Kent's words. The rest, naturally, refer to the delegations of the backward countries.
Li Zheng couldn't help thinking of the Chinese delegation headed by Xian Ning, and couldn't tell what it was like.
"Oh! Come on, I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a minute," said a health organization official.
"Okay, Mr. Chisen." Little Rob bent towards Li Zheng and his group, and then led them forward.
While helping everyone draw blood, the medical staff patiently explained: "All the people who have had close contact with Dok virus carriers have been quarantined and checked. This blood draw is just in case, don't be nervous."
Kent was soon taken a blood sample. He pressed the bleeding spot on his arm and said apologetically to Li Zheng: "Li, I didn't expect you to encounter such an unpleasant thing, I'm really sorry."
Li Zheng was unbuttoning the cuffs and pulling up the sleeves, while laughing: "This is also considered an external force majeure, but I think this is a very unique experience."
The medical staff disassembled the disposable needle and was about to collect blood when there was a loud noise from the direction of the elevator entrance in the lobby, and the expressions of the staff maintaining the order changed.
"what happened!"
"Those delegations knew that we gave priority to arranging blood collection for representatives from France, Germany and other countries. They were very dissatisfied and they all came down. We couldn't stop it." The staff member in the UN uniform said helplessly.
As he spoke, the delegations were already approaching. Seeing this, the UN staff and the delegations of developed countries could not help showing embarrassed expressions on their faces.
They naturally know that they are doing this inappropriately.
The UN official who maintained the order bravely stood out, "Doctor's disease is an infectious disease, and crowded people will help the virus spread, so we will come in batches in order."
There was silence in the arena, when a black woman dressed in traditional clothes from a certain African country stepped forward quickly.
In perfectly standard English, she pleaded: "Can I have my blood drawn first, it's noon and my children are waiting for me to eat together. My youngest is only six months old and he needs breast milk."
The young medical staff looked embarrassed, and she couldn't help looking at the UN officials.
With a slight frown, he and the person beside him whispered a few words, and then said in a very official tone: "I'm really sorry, ma'am. You know, you're not the only one who has special circumstances, it's just for you to make an exception. It's not fair to others."
"But..." The woman still wanted to win, and another nurse came over. "Ma'am, we will give you priority to take blood for you after they have collected blood." They are naturally citizens of these developed countries.
In fact, at this time, most of the thirty or forty people had already collected blood, and it would take at most ten minutes for the people behind them to take their turn. But obviously, it's not a ten-minute question.
Except for the prioritized delegations, the rest of the delegations showed obvious dissatisfaction and anger on their faces.
At this time, a black young man suddenly laughed out loud.
There was a low chuckle at first, then the laughter grew louder. The laughter echoed in the empty hall, and it felt a little creepy.
"Look, in the eyes of these people, their lives are life, and our lives are worthless at all. What is equal, what is democracy and freedom, this is the biggest lie you guys have made up!"
This young man was thin, and his dark eyes showed a crazy look.
"Who is this person?" African delegations, look at me, and I'll look at you.
They all thought that the young man belonged to the other team, only then did they realize that no one here knew this young man.
Everyone's heart slammed, and what kind of ordinary role could he be able to sneak into the delegation team so unknowingly
The American officials who came to assist even changed their expressions, "Contact the FBI, hurry up!"
"Why do you have such advanced medical technology and such excellent scientific researchers, yet you refuse to help those people in backward areas who are struggling on the line of illness. You shout humanitarian slogans every day, but what have you done? Lian Cai Blood should be divided into three, six, nine, etc.?" The young man shouted, panting heavily, his face full of hideous expressions.
"Damn, why hasn't the FBI come yet!" the UN official scolded, he forced a smile, "Oh, sir, you must have misunderstood, we are very concerned about..."
"Bang" a shot rang out.
There was silence in the hall, and the faces of the UN officials were so dark they could almost drip ink.
The American's face also sank.
"You know what? My wife and six children all died of Doc's disease. We've been fighting for ten years to get a place in the United Nations' medical aid! Ten years! And the result... I watch you, And you guys, use our application for drafting!"
"Oh, damn, what a stupid thing to do!" the WHO official cursed in a low voice.
"Every day when I close my eyes, I hear my compatriots wailing and crying. Why can you sit in a tall building while we struggle in the mud just to live an extra minute." The voice of the young man hoarse.
"Da da da" neat footsteps, a group of Americans in suits and leather shoes walked quickly from the door.
Li Zheng raised his eyebrows. It was the FBI in the "legendary". This was the first time in his life that he had seen the famous FBI in the United States.
"Babru, we are very sympathetic to your experience. But your behavior will only lead to bad results. Not only for you personally, but also for the country of Doman. I believe you can understand what I mean." FBI's People filed in, protecting the delegations of various countries behind them.
Babru didn't mean to stop him at all, and a weird smile appeared on his face.
"The moment my wife and children died, I didn't want to live. I wanted to come and see the results of my application for Medicaid, thinking that if it worked, I would destroy it and go back and tell my fellow citizens the good news. If it fails..." Having said this, he paused and slowly rolled up his sleeves.
His skinny arms were tied with something unknown and wrapped in unknown materials. He looked at the FBI member who pointed a pistol at him, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "It's connected to my heart. ."
Slowly tearing apart the outer layer, the sight of his arm was shocking. The flesh of the arm is full of dense wires, and there is a black object that looks like a remote control half buried in the flesh, and a blue wire runs from the arm to his heart.
"He's really a genius." A mechanical scholar exclaimed in untimely admiration, "Even if this level of technology is placed in the world, it is still leading."
Babru seemed to have heard this praise, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He flipped the pistol in his hand and said, "So, I only need one bullet." He said, the muzzle of his gun was in his heart. Compare.
The expressions of the American officials could no longer be described in a hard way. Bablo clearly had a remote control bomb in his hand, but no one knew where his bomb was buried. This has to be found in the huge New York City, which is not something that can be done in a short time.
"Quick, check all the places that Bablo has been to! Immediately, immediately!" The FBI leader roared at the people around him.
"Mr. Bablo, I think we can talk!"
"I have nothing to talk about with you people, you, you, and you. We don't take people from our backward countries as human beings at all." Bablo shouted.
"Babru..." a woman from the African delegation began, "I think there will be a better solution."
Babru's attitude towards her was obviously much better, "You don't need to say more, don't worry, that thing is far away from here and won't affect you."
It seems that he does not have much malice towards people from the same non-developed areas. Li Zheng lowered his eyelids slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mr. Chisen discussed with other officials of the United Nations Health Organization, "Babru, we promise that you will severely punish the staff who drafted Dorman's application, and we will examine each country in a fair and impartial manner and select the most Areas that need medical support."
WHO cannot make a commitment to support Dorman. Because once this precedent is set, those who are full of patriotism will come here from time to time, and UN staff will have to be scared to death.
Bablo looked at them coldly and made an "I don't believe it" mouth.
He slowly moved the pistol to his chest with a smile that seemed relieved.
"Promise, we promise to give Doman medical assistance." Chison shouted loudly.
Babru's movements paused, he tilted his head for a while, and seemed to be hesitating.
Seeing this, Chisen swallowed, "I think we can negotiate. If you don't believe us, we can write it down."
Bablo stared closely at Chisen's face, then glanced at other UN officials.
"You lied to me. Even if I wrote it down in black and white, I couldn't take it out, could I?"
The embarrassment on Qi Sen's face disappeared in a flash, and he really thought so.
Seeing this, Baburu's face was even more severe, and his hand was already on the trigger of the pistol.
Except for 9/11, Li Zheng never heard of other major terrorist incidents in New York in his last life, so this matter should have been resolved satisfactorily.
But seeing the helpless scene in front of everyone and Babru's desperate and crazy look, Li Zheng hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"Perhaps, you can trust me." Li Zheng took a step forward, "I'm from China." He paused, ignoring the startled gazes of Xian Ning and his party, and continued: "Baminoxadin, I remember Doman. It is also a country with a high incidence of freezing blood. I am the inventor of paminosatin."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Li Zheng, Li Zheng touched his nose, and he said that he was not suitable for this heroic image of turning the tide. But it seems that, in terms of favorability, Bablo shouldn't hate him.
He is a Chinese, and the Chinese have been shouting the slogan of the Asian, African and Latin American countries; second, he is the inventor of paminosatin, and in a country with frequent freezing blood, his nationality is probably still good.
Babru was obviously stunned for a moment, "You... you are the inventor of paminosatin." Since Babru would do this for the medical aid of the United Nations, he would naturally have possession of Li Zheng, who invented pamidin. Great favorability.
"I don't have my patent certificate with me, but they can all prove it. Medical support can only quench one's thirst, and develop a drug that really targets the Dok virus. Isn't that the fundamental way?" Li Zheng said.
Babru got excited when he heard the words, "Are you sure?"
Li Zheng was silent for a while, "I didn't."
people...
"I will try my best." Li Zheng continued.
Bablo lowered his eyelids, a struggling look on his face.
There is a play! There was a nervous look on everyone's face.
Li Zheng rubbed the watch on his wrist and pursed his lips into a straight line. He was also nervous.
After a long time, Bablo slowly raised his head.
"I don't know if I should trust you. However, I seem to have only one choice." He paused and continued: "At least, you are more trustworthy than them."
Qi Sen's face suddenly became a pig's liver color.
"I'm not a backslidden person, I'll do my best." Li Zheng stretched out his hand to Baburu.
Baburu took a deep look at Li Zheng and handed the pistol to Li Zheng.
The moment the pistol reached Li Zheng's hand, the FBI quickly subdued Bablo to the ground.
Babru didn't resist either. He was taken away in handcuffs. When he was about to be taken out, he turned his head and shouted: "You promised me!" The hope and despair in his eyes were shocking.
Li Zheng handed the pistol in his hand to the FBI member who stepped forward, and at the same time whispered as if to himself: "Got it."