The Goddess Shines on America

"It's a disaster! Our family lives near the scene of the firefight, and the rocket fired from there at the time. Look, our entire living room was destroyed!"

"The encirclement and suppression operation is still ongoing. According to the preliminary police investigation, one of the firefighting forces belongs to a well-known local drug lord, Emporio Priondo. We do not yet know his specific location. Given that he may flee overseas, The authorities have officially issued a red arrest warrant. The investigation into the identity of the other party is still ongoing. According to witnesses..."

"The streets are full of corpses! This is the international channel of the nbc television station. I am John Beneco, a reporter based in Mexico City. I am now in Juarez..."

The news program of Fuji TV’s International Channel is constantly broadcasting the latest incident in Mexico from multiple perspectives. In the cafeteria during lunch, dozens of hundreds of people were staring at the hanging TV, and they even forgot to eat. .

"It's amazing." Ito exclaimed: "Did you see, Senior Nakamura, is this still a gang fire? The scene is almost the same as Baghdad in the Gulf War!"

The screen is showing a bird's-eye view of the helicopter, and the low-rise and chaotic urban area has a panoramic view. Black smoke is everywhere, and many damaged houses are clearly visible at close range. The camera switched quickly. The soldiers entering the city in charge of the encirclement and suppression operations were busy. The background was patrolling armored vehicles. Three or five soldiers piled up corpses on the roadside. The dead looked like civilians.

"And they are actually killing people everywhere in the city!" Ito stared at the screen with round eyes, watching the picture of the Mexican drug police and soldiers breaking into the door: "Enter the house and kill directly, and then go straight to the roadside! Heaven! Oh my god, Nakamura-senpai, if this scene happens in Tokyo, it happens in Osaka, it happens in Rehoro..."

"Because this incident is really, really amazing." Nakamura also completely forgot to eat, staring at the TV and said: "Think about it, Ito, the news also said, one of the two sides of the firefight, The number is no less than one thousand, and the other group is roughly the same. Then there are a large number of police officers acting as shit-scrubbing sticks. If you count, isn’t this equal to the strength of almost three regiments? Such a small city, so many armed militants Fighting, how can you let the country ignore it?"

"It's the truth..."

Ito is an eye-opener today. He often thinks that the Yamaguchi Group and Inagawa Club of Japan are the most powerful international gangsters. As everyone knows, it turns out that Mexican drug dealers can be so rampant!

This is the canteen, and this is the Tokyo branch of Umbrella. As a sophomore at the University of Tokyo, Ito had difficulty entering the core department even if his major was not the right one, but it was easy to do an internship in one of the other professions in this listed company. It's time for dinner, and Ito is surrounded by seniors who work in this foreign company, but I am afraid that not many people have the energy to go all out.

"Our company...I mean there shouldn't be any industry in Mexico where the headquarters is? Factory or something?"

"No, the pharmaceutical factories are basically in Europe. It is said that there has been a recent move to build factories in the United States, but there has been no movement here in Japan. Oh, Japan is a small country, and it can't even accommodate a factory. It's so pitiful!"

Fifty-year-old Yamamoto is hypocritical again, Ito thinks so. Even idiots can see that the Tokyo branch of Umbrella is obviously dominated by research and development. How many researchers are employed in a large science and technology park behind the main building? This piece of land is more than enough to cover the two largest baseball stadiums. If the upper level is willing, of course, it can also be used to build pharmaceutical factories.

"By the way... don't you think it's really mysterious there?"

Nakamura spoke again: "It’s not a cafeteria with us, and you all know that I’m from the purchasing department. Do you know how many trucks drive to the park every day? There are so many every day, and I don’t know them. What are you lucky? Isn't it weird?"

"Hey, stop talking, the news is reporting about the boss!"

This is the international news channel of Fuji TV. There is absolutely no shortage of news from the United States, especially those that are still related to Japan. No, on the TV background screen, DreamWorks President Roger Lawrence is speaking at the press conference, and the speakers are constantly playing the speeches of the radio reporters in the United States.

"...We will enter into a cooperative relationship with Toei to prepare for the launch of a series of outstanding works. The first films to be shot include a film adapted from the Japanese writer Mitsuji Suzuki's "Circle World" and "Weekly Shonen Jump" The first anime animation of the popular serial work "Detective Conan", and the adaptation of the American writer Alice Wang's mystery novel "After School", etc..."

"Oh, almost all of them are private goods!" Nakamura smiled: "But what can "Circle World" be changed to? That seems to be a mystery novel, right? Mystery video tape or something, it feels very good."

"It feels like it will be very good. It will premiere at zero, so remember to bring more friends to join in."

Alice said with a smile.

The boss suddenly appeared at the dining table!

"President!?"

"Wow, I'm scared to death!"

"The president came to the cafeteria for dinner!? Ah, Alice!? Ah, Alice!"

The table full of people stared at Ito.

Alice raised her eyebrows: "Arnold...Are we familiar?"

Ito knew he was gagged. This is not a campus anymore. Hong Guoguo's social identity is in front of him. He immediately got up and bowed thirty degrees, "It's rude, my name is Makoto Ito, a company intern, and you are the University of Tokyo. Of the current students, that...should be in the same class!"

That's it, Alice nodded, then thought about the name, and took a step back.

"Um...well, Ito-kun, work hard, don't let Dongda's reputation be disappointed..."

"That is! I will definitely work hard!"

"Um... well, remember to put all your enthusiasm on work..."

It's rare to have a meal in this cafeteria by chance. Alice is still very satisfied when she sees news about herself. Although school has started in September, her academic performance has been unanimously approved by the school leaders, so of course she has the right to absent from school at all times to come to the company.

Of course, many professors in the Department of Biochemistry at East University have signed contracts with umbrellas, which is also a key factor. Not all experts will work in the park, and the school itself has its unique advantages, and comprehensive utilization is king.

After walking out of the canteen, she walked towards the park.

It happened that a container truck was undergoing a security inspection, and the driver was handing in the waybill. Alice glanced at them plainly, nodded with the security, and walked in in a familiar manner. However, the inspection speed of the truck was obviously much faster than walking, so before she could go far, the ticking sound rang, and the truck ran towards Building E and Building F first.

"It's another batch... It seems that the mortality rate is still high..."

Shaking her head helplessly, Alice couldn't help but sigh.

The i-virus prototype named "Death Spore" has been tested by Ivan Deloff in his hand. Facts have proved that Wolfgang-Struck can be perfectly integrated with it. It is really lucky. Up to now, the company does not know how many mice have been purchased for ** experiments, but only one has been found.

Now that she saw another batch of guinea pigs coming, Alice didn't plan to review the current situation of Building D. She drove straight in and walked all the way to the top floor of Building E where Delof himself was.

When she walked into the office, she saw Delov sitting in front of a row of monitors, staring at the genetic maps on each screen and constantly analyzing.

"Hey, buddy, is there any gain?"

Delof ignored her immediately, and first beckoned her to sit down next to her: "I think I still adjusted the concentration too high, and the composition of the aqueous solution needs to be changed. We want to slow down the activity of the virus, but it still can’t. ..."

Alice is not a layman either. Since the person in charge ignores herself, she also looks directly at the computer records. Just like the secret recipe of a Michelin-starred chef, one is the concentration of the virus and the other is the composition of the aqueous solution. What proportion can make the mice absorb it perfectly, but it is worthy of many people's tireless efforts.

The exchanges between academic talents are sometimes so interesting. After Alice took the seat, the two of them stopped talking, and they all silently read and analyzed the experimental report. In the blink of an eye, two hours passed easily, and the work of the staff downstairs putting the newly arrived mice into the cage did not bother them at all.

"Ivan." Alice operated the mailbox, and suddenly said: "I just edited a new matching scheme. I sent it to you by email for reference."

There are three monitors apart, and Delov has no intention of standing up~www.readwn.com~ Open the e-mail box and click to receive a file from the same room.

"This kind of ratio...I really didn't expect it." As soon as he saw the results of Alice's rare shot, Delov's eyes sparkled: "Explain your idea, maybe it really works! "

"It's better to act as a heartbeat, so let's explain to you while deploying."

There was no nonsense in the audience, Alice immediately got up and picked up the test tube on the table. In the room with bulletproof glass windows next to it, a group of mice were locked in rows of independent cabins, and the glass was also bulletproof. Alice doesn't believe it anymore. With her defense measures, unless we really cultivate creatures like alien rats and monkeys, can she still go to heaven? ?

"You make it up, I'll take a closer look at this recipe." While she was busy, Delof did not even lift her head, staring at the screen, like a strong fork criminal who had been confined for a hundred years and saw the fruit. Female eyes are intently.

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