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Chapter 687 Infiltration! (Second Update!)

It is said that a laboratory in Baltimore injected this drug and Adria's blood into a test subject, successfully replicating a super soldier.

He had 17 vials of the potion. Although he couldn't use them all, if he used one or two of them and combined them with Adria's blood, he might be able to create even more things.

The only pity is that Adria is already dead, and has been dead for more than ten hours. If she hadn't died, there might have been even more surprises.

After swiping the key card again and again and authenticating it over and over again, Robbie finally reached the deepest part of the laboratory and saw the 17 vials of medicine hidden there.

Under the stark white light, the 17 vials of medicine each appeared to be a different color.

But each vial radiates a captivating glow.

He took out the medicines numbered 2 to 5, looked at them for a while, put them into the insulated box next to him, and then hummed a song as he pushed the insulated box out the door.

Back in the lab, he set the incubator aside and began examining the cells he had recently taken from Adria, as well as the remaining blood samples.

The brain nerve cells, barring any unforeseen circumstances, were long ago completely dead and are of no use.

The same applies to heart cells.

Apart from these two cells, the remaining skin cells, muscle cells, and stem cells are all alive, and the most important bone marrow stem cells are even more lively, living very freely in the nutrient solution.

According to standard experimental procedures, these cells need to be cultured for more than 48 hours.

You can't move it yet.

After staring at it for a while, Robbie turned around, took the three vials of medicine, and headed towards the pharmaceutical analysis laboratory.

Within 48 hours, let him see what this potion is all about.

Outside the laboratory, Navarro glanced back at the Fort Detrick complex, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it against the wind.

He took half of the wind and half of the smoke.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it forcefully: "Let's go, the defenses here are so tight, there won't be any problems!"

At a command, CIA personnel boarded their vehicles, started the engines, and drove towards Washington.

Little did they know, their every move was being watched.

Fort Detrick is located northwest of Frederick's city center, closer to the city center. On the top floor of the cathedral's bell tower, over 50 meters high, Allen watched Navarro and the others leave through a telescope until they disappeared from sight. Only then did he turn to Chris beside him and ask:
"So, have you thought of a way to get in?"

In front of Chris was a small table with an old map on it, a map of the Fort Detrick sewers that he had found at the gun shop owner.

Hearing the question, he shrugged helplessly: "This map is too old. I was just doing a side comparison, and the places that were originally marked as exits on this map have basically changed."

"There is only one garbage collection station here, in the southwest corner."

"According to calculations, there seems to be an underground sewage inspection port on the left side of the garbage collection area of ​​this garbage collection station, which is where you can enter."

“But the problem is…” Chris paused, looking up:

"I don't know if that underground sewage pipe is still in use. If it's not, then there's no point in you going in."

Following his words, Allen pointed to the sewage inspection port marked by Chris, looked at its location on the map for a while, then walked to the Tianfeng telescope, turned the telescope around, and looked at the garbage collection station in the southwest.

This garbage collection station is also a building in Fort Detrig.

But perhaps because it smelled so bad, the garbage collection station was located on the outskirts of Fort Detrick, about 200 meters away from the nearest building. Along this 200-meter stretch of road, there were barbed wire fences on both sides and a high-voltage electric fence overhead.

While he was watching, a truckload of garbage was being hauled out of Fort Detrick. The guards at Fort Detrick first checked the identification, then climbed onto the truck to take photos of the garbage for inspection.

After inspection, the truckload of garbage was delivered to the waste collection station. After unloading, the truck returned to Fort Detrick. There were also guards at the exit of the waste collection station.

Seeing this, Allen couldn't help but sigh, and finally turned to Chris and said:
"I will disguise myself as a garbage collector and follow the garbage truck into the garbage collection station."

"You wait for me here for 48 hours. If I don't arrive after 48 hours, you can leave immediately."

"If I come back, I will definitely bring that potion to you!"

"All right!"

"I'm going to die on the way to the front!"

After saying this, Allen picked up the Glock 18 pistol beside him, loaded the bullets one by one into the magazine, and saluted Chris.
"For America!"

After shouting the slogan, he went downstairs alone and greeted the priest in the church very warmly.

After leaving the church, he drove the stolen car toward the garbage collection company.

Time was tight, and he didn't have time to sign up for the job. What he needed to do was steal a car and a set of clothes from the garbage collection company and then head to the garbage collection station.

But when he arrived at the garbage collection company's site and saw the garbage trucks, he suddenly had another idea.

He didn't need to risk exposing himself by stealing cars and clothes; he could have easily hidden in the garbage truck!
Having made up his mind, Allen turned around and left the garbage collection company to stake out the road that the garbage collection company had to take to Fort Detrick.

Fort Detrick covers a large area and requires a large amount of garbage to be removed every day.

Allen didn't have to wait long before three garbage trucks headed to Fort Detrick arrived. As the third truck passed by, he quietly rolled off the roadside, climbed onto the third garbage truck as fast as he could, and hid inside the truck bed.

The vehicles entered the garbage collection station without incident. The first vehicle started loading, and the third vehicle parked to the side. Only after confirming that it was safe did Allen climb out of the vehicle, recall the markings on the map in his mind, and slowly make his way to the northwest corner of the garbage collection station.

Once he reached the location, he quickly searched the surrounding area while the garbage truck was loading garbage.

He quickly found the corresponding sewage inspection port under a pile of debris.

The inspection port was covered with moss and hadn't been opened in a long time.

Looking around, Allen didn't rush to open the checkpoint. Instead, he found a place to hide and quietly waited for nightfall.

As darkness fell quickly, taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun, Allen emerged from his hiding place, pried open the inspection port, carefully crawled inside, and then carefully closed the inspection port again.

The small flashlight was turned on, and the dim light was just enough for Allen to see the situation inside the sewer.

Upon seeing the condition of the sewers, Allen felt a chill run down his spine and knew something was wrong.

Because this sewer only has a musty smell from years of being sealed off, and no odor from other sewage.

This means that the pipeline may have been blocked ahead and could not reach the depths of Fort Detrick.

Somewhat reluctantly, he looked up at the manhole cover above him, but in the end, he decided to keep walking and take a look.

He pulled a towel from his clothes to cover his mouth and nose, then pulled out a Glock 18 pistol from his clothes, holding the gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, a standard defensive posture, before slowly walking forward along the sewer.

After walking a short distance, Allen smelled a foul stench.

That was the stench of sewage.

Upon smelling the odor, he involuntarily quickened his pace. After running a few dozen meters further, he saw a fork in the sewer in the darkness.

When the light shines on it, you can clearly see that the branch of the sewer is lower.

Walking over, you can clearly see feces in the sewage, as well as household garbage.

It also allows you to see the direction of sewage flow.

Having figured out the direction, he moved against the flow of sewage, carefully observing his surroundings as he went.

Because in some heavily guarded places, surveillance equipment or even landmines are placed in such sewers.

As he moved, Allen also estimated the distance he was traveling.

He walked forward for a short while and saw an inspection point above his head.

He carefully climbed up, and instead of immediately lifting the manhole cover, he pressed himself against the opening, took a couple of breaths of fresh air through the holes in the cover, and listened intently.

After confirming that no one was around, he lifted the manhole cover a crack, sneakily revealing a pair of eyes.

He has entered Fort Detrick and entered the semi-core area.

However, he was still some distance from the core experimental area, and the direction the sewer was heading was exactly the same as the direction of the core experimental area.

Allen raised his right thumb and gestured towards the core area, thus determining the distance from his manhole cover to the core area.

278 meters!
Having determined the distance, he furtively lowered the manhole cover again, re-entered the sewer, and continued forward.

This time, his steps were more precise; he counted each step as he took it.

When he reached step 423, a manhole cover appeared above his head, and Allen smiled upon seeing it.

He carefully climbed down the stairs to the bottom of the manhole cover, took a couple of breaths of fresh air through the hole, and then kept his ears open, listening to the sounds around him.

After confirming several times that there was no movement, I carefully pushed the manhole cover up, revealing a gap. I put my eyes close to the gap, observing my surroundings while taking in some fresh air.

He was now inside the core experimental zone. The buildings in the core experimental zone were all lit up, but there were hardly any people in sight. What frustrated Allen even more was that he didn't know where the thing he was looking for was.

With a heavy heart, he decided to take it one step at a time.

With a slight exertion of his hands, the manhole cover above his head was completely lifted off. Carefully placing the cover aside, Allen crawled out of the inspection tunnel and put the cover back down.

Instead of rushing into the laboratory building, he went to the bushes next to it, took off his clothes which were covered in sewage, and lay down in the bushes to wait for an unlucky guy to pass by.

Wearing this outfit makes the smell too strong, and it'll be easy for people to notice the problem. I need to find an unlucky person to borrow some clothes from.

In less than 10 minutes, an unlucky guy appeared in front of him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Allen lunged forward and delivered a swift chop to the man, knocking him to the ground.

In a few quick movements, he stripped off the man's clothes, put on the man's clothes, and then turned around and threw him into the sewer.

The two had different body types, but the other was wearing a white lab coat, which looked a little awkward, but it was acceptable.

After changing his clothes, Allen rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a mask and an ID tag.

Kelton Schneider

With the mask on, he became Kelton Schneider. To enter the experimental area, a card was required, and with the help of Kelton's ID card, Allen entered the laboratory without incident.

As he passed through the lobby, he glanced at the fire safety layout diagram on the wall, memorized its contents, and then headed towards the elevator.

Instead of taking the elevator, he feinted next to it and entered the adjacent staircase.

Some people around him were curious about his bizarre actions, but that was all they were curious about, because it had nothing to do with them.

Who among the people working here isn't crazy?

Why does this person smell so bad? Did they poop in their pocket?

After confirming that there were no surveillance cameras in the stairwell, Allen did not rush to leave. Instead, he leaned against the door and eavesdropped on the sounds coming from the elevator.

That one glance had given him a clue as to his current location, but he couldn't figure out where the things he was looking for were.

If, as I suspect, the CIA does send the bodies to where the drugs are located, then those drugs and the bodies are certainly under intense scrutiny now.

We are paying close attention to this. Although these ordinary researchers may not participate in the core experiments, they must be aware of the peripheral experiments.

You can glean something from their snippets of conversation.

After listening for a while, Allen decided to give up.

Because what these people were discussing was how to make fried chicken taste better, whose perfume was better, and whose butt was more perky.

Taking a deep breath, Allen decided to go upstairs and find a place to squat. If all else failed, he would grab a tongue.

He carefully climbed the stairs to the second floor. There were no security cameras in the stairwell, so he didn't continue up. Instead, he pressed his ear to the door of the stairwell and listened to what was happening outside.

The elevator lobby outside was quiet and deserted.

After waiting for a while, he simply went up to the third floor.

This time, he finally heard a slight noise.

"The bone marrow stem cells in that corpse are so active!"

"Yes, it's said that they've been dead for more than ten hours, and the bone marrow stem cells are still so active without a lot of experimental intervention. This is the first time I've ever seen that."

Allen wasn't a medical student, so he didn't know what bone marrow stem cells were, but he knew about corpses, about people who had been dead for over ten hours, about bone marrow, and about cells.

All these points combined made him instantly realize that the corpse the people outside were talking about was Adria.

Thinking of this, he quickly straightened his clothes, opened the door, and went around to the elevator next door.

In the elevator, a few people who were chatting heard the noise, quickly turned around, and then smelled the stench.

I also saw the identity tag he was wearing.

"Kelton, did you fall into the toilet?"

"my God!"

Hearing their question, Allen nodded and said in a low voice, "Um... could you please get me some clothes? I need to find a place to wash up!"

(End of this chapter)