U.S.
Washington
Deep White Technology Biological Headquarters
Clive Sandford and Theodosia Comfort stand in a silver elevator.
Clive pulled out a badge from his chest and swiped it on the sensor, and a fake face of artificial AI appeared on the spherical projection.
"Dr. Clive Sandford, Nurse Theodosia Comfort, identified."
After the mechanical, flat sound, its intonation becomes lively.
"Good evening, your destination is - the one hundred and forty-fourth floor, intensive care unit, top secret, confidentiality level AAA."
The two expressionless humans across from it showed a smiling face, but no one paid any attention to it.
The elevator made a very slight "hum" sound, and then began to ascend.
The current time, 3:40 in the morning, is displayed on the LCD projection.
This is the last rotation of the late night medical shift.
The entire Deep White Science and Technology Biological Headquarters building is as quiet as a tomb, and the cold artificial light source of the elevator and the sensor lights that automatically turn on when people pass by are like some kind of soul in this cold and huge building.
Both Clive and Theodosia's faces were full of a slight cyan fiasco. As the elevator doors slid open to both sides, the two of them couldn't help but glance at each other, and then walked into the corridor.
The medical cart in Theodosia's hand was slightly deviated from the straight line because she was too nervous, and the needle jumped in the iron plate.
"Calm down!"
Obviously it was a subtle voice, but Clive jumped up like a frightened hamster, then he lowered his voice and said to his nurse with a grim expression on his face.
"Hold, sorry, doctor."
Tears welled up in Theodosia's eyes, and she apologized in English with a thick Spanish accent, with a hint of choking in her voice.
She was still a young nurse with dark skin and curly dark hair - how much Clive had loved her good looks and empty brain, but now looking at her, he was full of rage and disgust .
Oh damn.
He cursed inwardly, beginning to wonder if he was really right in picking this mindless nurse to do this.
But apart from a stupid and blind person like Dosia, he couldn't find a better object of encouragement.
Clive stretched out his stubby and short fingers to press his nose. This is a movement that he only makes when he is extremely nervous... Of course, he didn't even notice this when he was immersed in his own thoughts.
Next, they passed through several levels, and they were passed by a pass card that was invalidated that day. There were no bodyguards, no human staff, and some only cold machines. Clive has no doubts that if there is any progress in the medical robot that Deep White is developing recently, I am afraid that the above will not even let people like him and Theodosia approach that room...
The top-secret intensive care unit at the end of the corridor.
Of course, considering the occupants of that ward, Clive didn't think it was difficult to understand.
Before the last door opened, Clive stopped, and he wiped the sweat from his palms indistinctly on his white doctor's robe.
"Listen, Dosia," he whispered to the woman beside him, his extramarital lover, squirming his lips. "This is a great opportunity, you can't screw it up, you know?"
He thought that the woman should have nodded, but he didn't look at it. In fact, he said that paragraph to himself.
He pressed the badge against the sensor.
The cold metal door, which was about 12.5 centimeters thicker than the bank vault, slid open silently in front of the two of them.
The unusually icy air gushed out like an arctic cold wave.
Vincent Sivers' pale body lay in an oddly shaped transparent medical bay.
The actual height was two floors, and the huge ward made him and the pile of medical equipment surrounding him even look a little insignificant.
In reality, however, this is not the case.
Dr. Clive gave Theodosia a look, and the two of them slowly approached him.
Only when you really walk into the current Vincent Sivers can you feel the fear that can only be felt when facing inhumans... Even as a doctor Clive is not the first time to see Vincent Sivers Firth's appearance, he still felt a little bit of fear and panic towards this man.
The medical bay he was in was more like a slender, sloping tube.
The total length exceeds three meters.
In the upper part, Vincent Sivers's human body lies on a dry cushion, but in the lower part of the medical bay, an unidentified pale yellow liquid soaks his body, which seems to be naughty stretched by the hand of God. legs.
Measured from the base of his legs, his legs are now close to two meters in length. The joints that a normal human should have have degenerated to such an extent that they are difficult to see with the naked eye. His legs are full of blue scales the size of a thumb, and his legs are locked. Close together, a translucent film covers his legs. The soles of his feet also began to deform, the toes began to grow, bifurcations, and obvious webs began to appear between the toes and the toes.
The monitor made a regular beeping sound next to his sleeping face. Seven bags of injections of different specifications were suspended above his medical warehouse, and injected directly into various parts of his body through several fixed injection tubes. .
"Oh, God… "
Theodosia couldn't help but pray when she saw Vincent.
"He looks worse than last time."
she says.
"To shut up."
Clive said coldly.
He walked over and started recording Vincent Sievers' stats: a body temperature twice as low as normal, a heartbeat of about two beats per minute...
Clive couldn't help but glanced at Vincent's face as he recorded this.
Oh, is this man named Vincent Sivers really human
Dr. Clive had an indelible question in his mind.
When he entered the last data, he found that Theodosia, who was supposed to start changing the injection, was still standing far away.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
he shouted sternly.
Dosia's body trembled.
"I, I'm scared, doctor, several people have been injured by him, and when they get close to him - they say he wakes up crazy for no reason..."
"He's just delirious." Clive felt his heart sink, "and this time they put a protective cover stronger than bulletproof glass for him. Come on, this is the last time, think about what happens after us. Life."
he said.
Theodosia came over with a shaky cart, trying to put Vincent on a new infusion kit—but Clive stopped her.
"Wait, get that thing out," he said.
His stupid little nurse was almost on the verge of crying, but she eventually did as he said and took "that thing" out of her body.
It was smuggled into the heavily guarded intensive care unit disguised as a tampon.
Stripped of the outer camouflage, there are things that should only be in a spy movie.
A mini high-precision camera, some special liquid samplers.
Clive first used a camera to photograph the casings of the infusion kits, which, of course, only had some incomprehensible special abbreviations on them. In order to block the news that Vincent Sivers was in serious sequelae due to human experimental products, the upper management spent a lot of effort to block the news of everyone. As a senior doctor, Clive can only know some physiological data of Vincent. As for what happened to him and what happened to those inexplicable infusions, he has no idea at all.
And he can also be sure that the experimenters who prepared these special infusion liquids in this building will never know who their real users are.
Thinking of this, he frowned, then took out those special samplers and put them on the infusion bag.
"doctor!"
Theodosia covered her mouth and screamed.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Shut up, those people won't be satisfied with some inexplicable photos of infusion kits of different colors, they need more specific information."
Clive said with a livid face.
That's right, "they".
Deep White's official spokesperson announced that Vincent Sivers had an unfortunate accident while skiing in Switzerland. The public is in sympathy for this mysterious but powerful head of the deep white, but as time goes by, more people are eager to move about his position underneath. Meanwhile, Deep White's rivals are eager to get to the bottom of what happened to Vincent Sivers.
Clive doesn't know who hired him, but he can be sure that once Vincent's physical condition is really exposed to the public, Deep White will definitely suffer serious losses - and he is even more certain that , that person paid him so much that he couldn't refuse.
What's more, those people also said they could provide him with a fake identity.
He could easily live the lavish life he dreamed of, all for the cost of taking a few pictures and giving away some samples of Vincent's remedies.
That's all.
Clive took a deep breath and forced himself to think about those wonderful futures.
He sampled all the infusion kits in no time, with a slight delay—that idiot Theodosia was about to cry next to him.
"The code states that the infusion kit must be changed on time...and there is a dose..."
"How many times do you want me to say this? Shut up." Clive said rudely. He pushed the woman away and irritably pressed the infusion bag into the slot by himself. He also looked at his watch. "It's less than a minute late. Don't be so nervous, okay? You're giving me a headache."
He checked the time again... It was only a short while before the badge expired, and he had to hurry.
So he quickly put all the equipment back in its disguise and forced Theodosia to stuff it back, who, though she was just an empty-headed nurse, was still angry at Clive's rudeness.
A small quarrel broke out between the two of them, whose voices were deliberately kept low.
So that the two of them didn't even notice the movement behind them.
"Crack-knock-"
It was glass breaking under heavy pressure.
A pale hand trembled in the medical cabin, and then violently grabbed the syringes that had penetrated into his body.
The bloody needle was pulled straight out.
Under the long silver hair, four bright red eyes turned and aimed at the humanoid creature emitting heat outside the medical warehouse...