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Chapter 686 Fishing Successful! (First Update!)

Having figured out Allen's purpose, Chris's gaze fell on the corpse in front of him, and then he looked up to examine the surrounding underpass.

This place is somewhat secluded, making it ideal for hiding a body, but not suitable for anyone to discover it.

He rubbed his head, and suddenly an idea popped into his head: "I'll steal a car!"

"Then I took the body with me and dumped the car in a place where there were police, deliberately arousing their suspicion. When the police came to look at the car, they would definitely see the body inside."

His words made Allen fall into deep thought. After a moment, Allen also looked up: "I'll go steal one too."

"So I can pick you up when the time comes."

"It also makes it easier to track them!"

“Okay!” Chris replied. The two hid the body first, then split up. With so many people and cars in New York, stealing two cars wouldn’t be difficult for them.

Less than 10 minutes after they left, the two reappeared outside the bridge arch, the body still inside, showing no signs of having been disturbed.

The two men loaded the body into the car Chris had stolen and then left the underpass. Chris's car was in front, and Allen's car was behind.

The two continued on their way and soon found a police car on a secluded roadside. Two policemen were leaning against the car, each holding a cup of coffee, leisurely watching the passing vehicles.

While stealing the car, Chris changed his clothes, and at that moment he looked like a kind old man.

He drove slowly toward the police car, then suddenly slammed on the brakes to stop, then started the car again, took two more steps, and then stopped the car again.

To outsiders, this car looks like it has malfunctioned and suddenly stalled while driving.

Chris then maneuvered the vehicle slowly towards the police car, opened the door, and shouted to the two police officers on the roadside:

"Hey kids, could you help Uncle Tom watch the car?"

Because of the gene serum, he lost his hair and eyebrows, and the wrinkles on his face made him look like a wrinkled hard-boiled egg.

But that smile was so gentle and infectious that the two policemen who were drinking coffee by the roadside naturally moved closer.
"Good afternoon, Uncle Tom. Is the car broken?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me!" Chris rubbed his smooth hair and looked around. "I want to park here. I hope I won't get a ticket?"

“No!” the policeman next to him replied, pointing to a slightly flatter spot on the side of the road: “We can push the car here.”

"We happen to be patrolling around here, we can help you keep an eye on it."

"You can go to the town ahead and find a tow truck."

"Thank you!" Chris ran back to the car in a few steps, took out the cookies left by the previous owner, gave them to the two policemen, and then carefully maneuvered the vehicle to park it on the side of the road.

He waved to the two policemen, turned around and stood by the roadside, raised his right hand with his thumb up, and began to stop cars.

A few minutes later, Allen drove by, stopped, greeted him naturally, and then casually invited him to get in his car.

Under the watchful eyes of the two policemen, the car drove further and further away, soon disappearing from sight.

They waited from noon until the afternoon, but no one came. The two policemen were about to drive to the small town ahead to check.

Before they could even take action, a notice appeared on their walkie-talkies.

"0337, this is the front desk. Around noon, a stolen van headed toward Highway 15, which you are patrolling."

"But the surveillance footage at the intersection of Highway 15 and N7 did not show this vehicle. We need you to check if that van is still on the road."

"Roger that, we'll go check right away!" The policeman in the passenger seat put down his walkie-talkie, greeted the driver with a smile, and after saying just a couple of words, he suddenly stopped, like a machine that had lost power, and then slowly turned his head.

My gaze fell on the van parked on the side of the road.

Even the details, like the license plate number, match up!

Hey!
The policeman in the passenger seat cursed, drew his pistol, and ran quickly toward the van. When they got close, the two men didn't rush to open the door. Instead, they circled the vehicle and checked it. Then, one man held up his gun while the other carefully opened the door.

The driver's cab was empty, but the police found the corresponding driver's license in the armrest box. The photo on the driver's license was completely different from the person who had greeted them earlier.

At that moment, the policeman noticed that the car key was still inserted under the steering wheel. He took a deep breath and turned the key.

The vehicle started naturally without the slightest obstruction.

I was deceived!
Realizing they had been scammed, the police officers in the car got out and slowly walked around to the back.

With another companion on guard, he opened the car door.

Inside the carriage, a corpse lay silently.

The sweltering environment had already caused the corpse to begin to decompose, emitting a foul stench.

The police officer spat out a mouthful of saliva, then turned around, picked up the phone, and began calling the police.

…………

"Director Dean, after comparison, we can basically confirm that this person is Adria."

“Based on the clothes he was wearing, we compared them with the surveillance footage from the time his son Sylvester was killed.”

“We discovered that he was right next to Sylvester when he was killed, along with two other people, one of whom was the one who fired the shot.”

"That person was very careful; we didn't get a picture of him!"

The FBI agent handed the documents to Director Dean, turned around, and quickly moved away from the nearby vehicle.

Dean took the photo, covered his nose, and slowly approached Adria's body.

After staring at the other person for a long time, he spat on the ground in frustration. Just as he was about to take the body back, several cars drove up from a distance and stopped in front of him.

The driver's side door of the lead car opened, and Navarro got out, walked up to Dean, and flashed his identification.

"Director Dean, according to the President's orders, we're taking this body with us!"

Seeing the other party's overbearing attitude, Dean instinctively wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, his phone started vibrating in his pocket.

I pulled it out, and the name displayed on it was "Presidential Office".

When the call connected, Barack's voice came through, saying only one sentence:

"Give the body to Navarro!"

The call ended shortly afterward. Although it was only a brief exchange, Dean could still sense the president's dissatisfaction in the voice.

Although the president had given instructions to see the person alive or dead, it was definitely necessary to see the person alive, not a corpse...

That's really a bit...

Something's not right! Navarro stood next to Dean, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the CIA agent bypassed the two men and walked toward the corpse beside him.

The body was wrapped in a professional body bag and then put into a truck and a refrigerated coffin.

The vehicles started up one after another and then drove off in a grand procession towards the southwest.

They made no attempt to conceal their movements as they advanced in the darkness. The convoy was long and imposing, drawing curious glances from passing vehicles, who wondered what these people were up to.

After all, in America, a large-scale official mobilization is a bad thing.

After leaving, Allen and Chris circled around again and returned to the vicinity. As the convoy drove away, they naturally followed in their car.

The convoy left New York State and continued southwest. At an intersection, Allen turned the steering wheel, took a fork in the road, and entered a small town.

Under the cover of night, Chris watched the convoy leave with some disappointment, then turned back to Allen and asked, "Why didn't you continue following them?"

“Easy to spot!” Allen stopped the car in front of a KFC and turned around. “I roughly know where they’re going.”

"Where to go?"

Fort Detrick!

"Hiss..." Chris couldn't help but gasp.

Fort Detrick, founded in 1943, was initially established as a biological weapons research center, studying infectious diseases including anthrax and botulism.

During World War II, America obtained a large amount of virus research data from Japan, which also enriched the archives of Fort Detrick.

During the Cold War with the Soviet Union, this place became the core base of America's biological weapons program.

In 1969, Nixon announced the termination of the offensive biological weapons program and began to shift to so-called defensive research. Whether the shift actually happened is unknown.

From the current perspective, it is most likely that America's top management will place those gene-enhancing drugs in this research institute.

If the other party puts their things in this research institute, then things will get a bit complicated.

As Chris pondered how to proceed, Allen's voice rang out from the side:
"Chris, I'll go in alone, you stay outside and keep watch."

"If I die, then carry everyone's last wishes and go out for a good walk, to see the world."

In response to his suggestion, Chris simply raised his right middle finger in utmost respect.

The two had a quick meal at KFC, and then drove in another direction, heading towards Frederick, Maryland.

Fort Detrick is a large complex of buildings, and there are a lot of surveillance personnel around it, so the two did not go directly to the vicinity of Fort Detrick, but instead waited on the only road from Baltimore to Frederick, namely Highway 70.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. The two waited for a short while on Highway 70 before the CIA vehicles arrived.

The two had changed cars and outfits. Allen played the son, and Chris played the father. The father and son were on the roadside, one holding a wrench to fix the car, and the other holding a cane and cursing. It was very harmonious and perfect.

After their vehicles passed, Allen slowly turned his head and cast his gaze at the departing cars.

Chris walked up to him and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do next?"

The convoy had disappeared from sight. Allen raised his right hand and pointed into the distance with the wrench in his hand: "Charge!"

After saying that, he turned around and lowered the engine hood: "Let's go, let's find a gun shop and borrow some weapons."

Meanwhile, Navarro and his team rushed to Fort Detrick.

The people from Fort Detrick were already waiting at the entrance of the research institute. When they saw the ice coffin containing the body, the group of people did not dare to delay. They went forward to receive the ice coffin and immediately pushed the hotel into the deepest part of the laboratory.

After everyone else left, Navarro called over Robbie Davis, the head of research at Fort Detrick.

“Mr. Robbie, considering what happened in Baltimore, I must make this clear to you now: don’t think about doing anything illegal or improvisational. Just follow the procedures and conduct the experiments step by step. As long as you get results, that’s good!”

"If anything goes wrong, I'll be in trouble, but you'll definitely die!"

"Understand?"

"Understood!" Robbie replied perfunctorily, then turned and walked into the research institute. At this moment, all he wanted was to see Adria's body as soon as possible, and then dissect it to extract its organs, cells, and all sorts of other things.

Then, we'll combine it with the medicines sent to the research institute and conduct thorough experiments.

After years of research on viruses, a gene-enhancing agent has suddenly emerged, and this agent has a strong inhibitory effect on viruses.

He absolutely had to see what this thing was today!

After entering the research institute and passing through multiple checkpoints, he arrived at the outside of the anatomy laboratory.

In the laboratory, Adria's body had been placed on the operating table, where forensic and trace evidence experts were examining the body to record any remaining information.

This will be useful for future reference and verification.

"The cause of death was a gunshot. The bullet entered through the forehead and exited from the back of the head. The gun was fired at close range with both hands, and the muzzle was pressed against the forehead."

"The gunshot wound to the chest indicates that the victim was already dead, and then was shot again, presumably to prevent the victim from reviving..."

After the forensic experts and trace evidence specialists finished their examination and tidied up the items, they handed the scene over to Robbie and the others.

After changing into protective gear, Robbie peered greedily at the corpse on the operating table through his mask. Then, he took a scalpel from the nurse and slowly sliced ​​open Adria's body.

"Look at this incredibly elastic skin, look at these firm muscles, look at this fat! Look at these bones, it's unbelievable that a 90-year-old has such bones!"

"Every single one of them is a masterpiece bestowed by God!"

Amidst the incessant chatter, Robbie dismembered Adria, leaving him utterly and completely dead.

He then extracted a large number of stem cells from these limbs and began cell culture.

After personally completing the cell culture work and carefully checking it to make sure nothing was missed, Robbie changed out of his protective suit and went deeper into the laboratory.

Fort Detrick stores a large number of original viruses, all of which are kept deep inside the laboratory. To use them, one must go through layers of procedures and approvals.

A few days ago, the laboratory received several unique samples.

It's not a common virus, but a gene-enhancing agent.

There are a total of 17.

Upon arrival, these drugs were sealed in the deepest part of the laboratory. The order was passed down from the president through the ranks, and by the time it reached the laboratory, the core message was the same.

No one is allowed to touch it.

But now, this thing can be touched!
(End of this chapter)