Blake surrounding shop.
Just when Bullseye was killing the big enemy that Colin had expected.
In the basement.
Colin also successfully pushed the props he wanted to make to the final step.
On the workbench.
The corpse that was taken out earlier had bloated beyond recognition, with strange corpse spots all over the body, making it look like a full-body tattoo, alluring and dangerous.
Colin took out a syringe and inserted it into the vein of the corpse. After drawing out the purple blood, he injected it into a sealed container that had been prepared long ago and contained the materials he had extracted, and waited a little nervously.
The blood begins to change color noticeably as it enters the material contacting the bottom.
Ten minutes later, the liquid in the container turned completely black. After using his magical sense to distinguish it, Colin clenched his fists hard.
The thing is done.
The characteristics sensed by magic are exactly the same as those recorded in the inherited memory.
But this potion, which had taken him the most energy to make, did not give him the same excitement as usual when he successfully made it.
On the contrary, it even felt a little uncomfortable.
After shaking his head to dispel the messy thoughts in his mind, Colin picked up the syringe and repeated the previous action.
After dozens of minutes had passed and thirteen small bottles of black liquid were placed on the workbench, Colin began to pack everything he thought he might need later into the storage space.
The plague he created had no name in the inherited memory.
But he did give it a name.
[Zombie Potion Type I]
The name sounds very rustic, but it is indeed the most intuitive name he can think of.
To put it in a way that suits modern society, this medicine means that the plague is extremely contagious and rapidly lethal, causing complete brain death within half an hour of infection.
It can be transmitted through air, water, and skin and mucous membranes.
And in the absence of a specific antidote, the plague virus will only die at temperatures between -40 degrees Celsius and 173 degrees Celsius.
Moreover, the infected person will begin to gradually lose his mind three minutes after infection, and frantically attack all living things in sight until his body dies or the nerves in his brain are physically damaged.
Living creatures attacked will also be infected with the plague, and the process will repeat itself.
If an explosion occurs in a densely populated city, the destructive power will be no less than that of a nuclear bomb.
Although he created this insane weapon, he had no intention of actually using it.
No matter what, he is an upright young man who grew up under the red flag and still has basic moral standards.
This is just a card, a trump card that can save your life at a critical moment.
Of course, he would rather this card never be used.
In the basement.
After almost everything including beakers, precision balances, small machine tools, purchased materials, etc. were packed into the backpack.
Colin came to the study on the second floor, sat at the desk, took out a piece of paper he had prepared long ago, and began to write.
"I'm sorry, Joseph, but by the time you read this letter, I'll probably be somewhere I don't even know.
I know you must be very angry now, right? After all, I have frustrated your plan.
But, Joseph!
I was the one who caused this trouble, I can't let you take the blame for me!
As a human being you must have the most basic sense of responsibility, no matter what the cost, otherwise you are not worthy of being a human being!
I don't remember who said this, but I agree with it very much.
And now, I should also take on my own responsibilities.
I guess you're worried and annoyed when you read this
But relax, man.
You don't know what kind of knowledge that powerful wizard has passed on to me. No matter how bad the situation is, I won't die.
To be honest, I'm more worried about you.
Listen, you must obey what I write next.
If anyone, whether it's the KKK, the FBI, or any other organization, asks you for information about me, just tell them.
Don't try to keep a secret for me!
After all, you don’t know much about me now, right? No matter what you say, it won’t affect me at all.
I don't want to attend your funeral for this reason. If that happens, I will definitely look down on you in front of your grave.
Okay, enough writing, let me start with the last thing.
Starting tomorrow, every day at noon and 6pm, I will turn on my phone for three minutes.
If there is something extremely important, or you have been captured and need to lure me out to save your life, don't hesitate!
Just hit me when I need to. I might be able to save your life.
Of course, if I judge that I cannot save you and it will cost me my life, I can only find a way to avenge you.
Well, that’s pretty much it.
Your best friend, Colin."
After finishing the letter, Colin stretched and stood up.
After looking at his house with a little emotion, he sent a message to Joseph on his mobile phone and left the house where he had lived for almost twenty years without any reluctance.
…
…
An apartment building in Lower Manhattan.
It was already early in the morning, and Joseph, who had just contacted a man who specialized in helping people smuggle, was preparing to go to bed.
At this moment, the phone screen suddenly lit up and a beeping message alert sound was heard.
"Who sent the message at this time?"
Yosel muttered to himself and clicked on the source of the information.
"I don't know if you are asleep now. Anyway, when you see this, remember to come to my house. I left a letter for you in the study on the second floor. That's it."
Joseph, who was just about to go to bed, woke up instantly after seeing the message.
After trying to make a phone call but failing to get through as expected, he cursed inwardly, put on his clothes, and walked towards Colin's home.
Blake surrounding shop.
Second floor.
Joseph set out as soon as he received the news and soon arrived at Colin's house.
After searching and failing to find Colin, Joseph went to the study on the second floor mentioned in the message with a dark face and picked up the letter to read it.
A few minutes later.
“This bastard!”
As he cursed, Joseph's eyes turned red.
After standing blankly in the room for dozens of minutes, Joseph came to his senses, rubbed his sore eyes, put the letter in his pocket, and strode away.
…
on the street.
As the night deepens, even in this city known as the city that never sleeps, there are very few passers-by.
Colin stood in front of a dance hall that was still open with a smile on his face.
If you want to rely on [Zombie Potion Type I] to save your life, at least you have to let people know what the consequences will be if you touch it.
And this is where he chose to let those people watch the consequences.
(End of this chapter)