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His teeth were newly grown, a bit thin and small, and combined with Allen's size, they made his teeth look particularly strange.

The security personnel on the other side were no pushovers either. When they realized that this culprit dared to rush in front of them, the security guards were stunned for a moment. The one in front quickly pulled the trigger, forcibly forcing Allen back.

After firing a magazine, the people in front pushed aside to the left and right, while the people behind grabbed stun guns and melee knives and charged forward.

This guy dared to rush here, he must have accomplices, he must have someone behind the scenes directing him. We must catch this guy, otherwise we security guards will be hung up and beaten to death today.

Upon discovering that these people dared to engage in close combat with him, Allen smiled, swung his empty M4 carbine like a hammer, and smashed it at the group.

Let's beat him to death first!
The fastest one saw the carbine sweeping towards him. Without a second's hesitation, he raised his hand, preparing to use the dagger in his left hand to block the attack, and then turn around and stab again.

The contact between the two was instantaneous, a mere breath, when the M4 carbine made of engineering plastic slammed into the man's hand. With a crack, his left hand, which was holding the knife, was severed at the elbow, and blood gushed out.

The sight of their fallen comrade caused those nearby to gasp for breath. Before they could react, the M4 carbine that had been brought down was raised and then swept across the battlefield once more.

With this sweeping motion, the butt of the gun slammed heavily into the chests of the two men, sending them flying.

After three of his companions met with misfortune, the men who were changing magazines behind him trembled and dropped their magazines to the ground. The next second, the man furthest from Allen turned and ran, screaming as he ran.

One of them turned and ran away, while the others hesitated for a second before also taking off.

Within seconds, the security team's defenses crumbled and became completely ineffective.

Allen bent down, grabbed the security guard whose arm he had broken earlier, grabbed him by the neck, and questioned him sharply:
"Tell me, where is Robbie?"

The excruciating pain and the threat of death quickly brought the security guard to his senses. He carefully recalled where he had just seen Robbie, then pointed to the passageway not far away:

"He just went over there!"

Turning his head to glance at the body, Allen lifted the person on the ground directly in front of him, then grabbed the security guard's arm with his left hand to stop the bleeding: "Why did he go there!"

There are fire safety guidance signs on the wall. The arrows point in your direction, but running in that direction is a dead end.

The arm was pinched, and although the bleeding was stopped, the pain in the hand was still there. The security guard let out a low groan and quickly explained, "There is an elevator over there that can take you to the 4th basement level."

"The fourth underground level is a separate space containing a large number of native viruses, as well as some important things."

The word "virus" made Allen gasp again.

He remembered the bottles and jars he had smashed not long ago, then threw the security guard in his hand to the ground and turned to chase after them in that direction.

Those bottles and jars probably contained the virus, and I'm probably infected now.

I don't know if that so-called medicine will be able to hold up.

If we can hold on, great; if not, then we'll die here.

At the very least, a bunch of these disgusting things were killed.

I just feel a little bad for Chris.

With that thought in mind, Allen quickened his pace and reached the corresponding elevator entrance in less than two minutes.

When he arrived at the elevator, he realized that the elevator also required an access card. Just as he was about to turn around to find the access card, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the card reader was lit up with a green light.

It's not a red light!

Taking a deep breath, Allen tried pressing the down button on the elevator.

With a ding-dong, the elevator doors opened, revealing a cold, white interior—no one, and no guns.

Gritting his teeth, Allen stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the -4 floor.

The elevator descended and, after about 10 seconds, just as Allen was beginning to doubt its bottom, it stopped.

The elevator doors opened, and Allen looked up at the top of the elevator car. Judging from the speed he had just experienced, he was now at least 100 meters underground.

The thing down there...

It’s a bit scary!

Behind the elevator doors, the corridor remained predominantly white and empty, making one wonder if something shady was hidden there.

Allen cautiously moved forward, carefully observing his surroundings.

There is only one passageway outside the elevator doors, and on both sides of the passageway are rooms with various labels hanging on them.

Each label represents a virus.

He walked slowly forward, and after walking less than 100 meters in the corridor, he saw a man who looked to be in his fifties, with thinning hair, a bit overweight, and bald, wearing glasses.

Upon seeing Allen, the other person naturally turned to the side, revealing the insulated box next to them, as well as the door behind them.

This man was Robbie.

He patted the insulated box next to him: "There are two and a half vials of medicine in here."

"According to the information I have, it seems that you were injected with drug number 1, while I was injected with drugs numbered 2 through 18."

"These four doses are number 2, number 3, number 4, and number 5."

"There's a combination lock box behind the door. The combination is randomized and changes every minute!"

"It contains potions numbered 6 through 18!"

"I want to make a deal with you: you smash this place up, and I'll split these dozen or so potions with you!"

"how?"

Allen didn't reply, but just kept walking forward step by step. After only two steps, Robbie raised his hand to stop him: "Stop there!"

“This insulated box has a self-destruct mechanism. I believe you can kill me, but I can tell you that even if you kill me, you won’t get the drug.”

"Now you have no choice but to cooperate with me!"

"Otherwise, we'll die here!"

His words did not stop Allen. The old man, who had seen many life and death, slowly walked to the incubator, reached out and lifted the lid, took out three medicine bottles, and flicked them with his finger.

The top half of the glass in the three vials shattered, and then, under Robbie's gaze, he raised his head and poured the medicine directly into his mouth.

Robbie witnessed this rapid and outrageous scene, and in an instant, his eyes widened to their maximum:
"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm here to die!" With those words, Allen stepped forward again and walked through the door Robbie had pointed to.

I also saw the dozen or so vials of medicine locked in a low-temperature glass cabinet.

He walked over and kicked the cryogenic glass cabinet. But the thick tempered glass, used to make the cryogenic cabinet, demonstrated its performance at that moment. Allen's kick had no effect on the glass; the recoil only made him feel uncomfortable all over.

I want to find something handy, but I find that there's nothing handy around me.

Just then, Robbie walked over: "I want 5 of the remaining 13 vials!"

Having lived a whole life, Allen was no longer the impetuous young man he once was. Hearing Robbie's words, he slowly turned around and asked softly, "Why are you so fixated on this potion?"

Robbie didn't answer the question directly. He raised his right hand, five fingers pointing upwards: "Give me five vials of the potion, and I can guarantee you'll get out safely!"

"Answer my question!" Allen's face slowly turned cold, and his left hand was already outstretched, ready to crush Robbie to death at any moment.

Seeing that the other person wasn't joking, Robbie pointed to his head with his right hand:

“I am 53 years old this year, and I have been in this laboratory for a long time.”

"I need better results, I need to climb higher, I want to get out."

“If this potion is in my hands, it can bring me these things, but if it stays here, it will eventually belong to someone else.”

“I think you understand this! I’ve turned off the surveillance. Now, as long as you cooperate with me, you can leave safely.”

Allen understood this, of course; after all, America's army was the most adept at embezzling funds.

Having figured this out, Allen held up five fingers: "I can give you five!"

“Okay! Now follow my instructions!” With that, Robbie walked to the tempered glass cabinet, entered the password, and the tempered glass door opened. He took out the potions from the insulated glass cabinet, counted out 5 more potions, put 4 more into the insulated box, picked up the last one, smashed the glass, took half a sip, and smashed the rest on the ground.

He gave all the remaining medicine to Allen.

Then, he took out several unmarked medicine bottles from under the incubator and smashed them on the ground.
After doing all this, he took out the key card and handed it to Allen. "Go out, take the elevator to the 3rd floor, then turn right and walk straight to the end. That's elevator number 1."

"Elevator number 1 goes to the first floor."

"When you get to the first floor, turn left. Walk to the end of the left-turned path, and you'll reach a glass door. Smash the glass door and go outside. You'll see a sewer in the yard. Go in, and if you're fast enough, you won't be stopped."

After explaining the route to Allen, Robbie turned around and lunged at the shards of glass on the ground. He landed on the shards, rolled twice on them, and covered himself in bruises before turning back and pushing the insulated box with Allen towards the stairwell.

"Go quickly!"

When they arrived at the elevator, he let Allen go up first. After waiting a while for the elevator to come down again, he pushed the insulated box onto the elevator.

He reappeared on the third basement level, which was in complete disarray. Instead of seeking reunion with the others, he immediately pushed his insulated box to the nearest laboratory, labeled the four unlabeled bottles of medicine he was carrying, and placed them in the laboratory's medicine storage box.

After marking the container, he pushed the insulated box containing the medicine back to the elevator entrance and stuffed it into the elevator, making the box block the elevator.

He rolled on the ground, covering himself in blood, and then stumbled and ran towards the crowd, shouting as he ran:
"Hurry, this guy stole the potion!"

But no one responded to him.

When he ran to the vicinity of the personnel, he noticed that there seemed to be a problem with those virus labs; the virus cultures and test tubes seemed to be broken.

It seems the virus has leaked!
He rushed over, and the security personnel and researchers working near the labs immediately felt reassured when they saw him: "Professor Robbie, that damn guy broke the test tubes containing the flu virus, plague virus, and anthrax virus."

These panicked words struck Robbie like a thunderbolt.

He recalled the distance between himself and Allen when they came into contact.

Done!

This is definitely infected!

No, I have to run!
We have to get out of here alive!

Thinking of this, Robbie immediately gave orders to the security personnel beside him:

“The virus has already leaked, and there’s no point in dealing with it here. Quickly take everyone to elevator number 2 and contact the people upstairs to tell them that the virus has leaked downstairs and we need to evacuate.”

"Get them ready to provide backup!"

"Go!"

Upon receiving his order, the security personnel immediately ran towards elevator number 2 along with the researcher who was dealing with the situation.

As Robbie watched them leave, he turned and ran to where he had hidden the potion. Finding the potion, he didn't hesitate for a second, smashed the glass, and poured the rest of the potion into his mouth.

Regardless of the circumstances, preserving one's life is the most important thing.

After drinking the entire potion, Robbie didn't rush to the first floor. Instead, he turned around and headed to the elevator on the fourth basement level. Standing at the elevator entrance, he hesitated for a moment before stepping into the elevator.

To survive, you need more resources.

…………

"What the hell?" In Navarro's mansion in Arlington, after hearing the report on the other end of the phone, Navarro sprang out of bed and roared into the phone:
"What did you say? Say it again!"

A few seconds later, the person on the other end of the phone repeated what they had just said.

After figuring out the situation on the other side, Navarro grabbed his phone, slammed it to the ground, then jumped up and stomped on it barefoot.

"*** you!"

He just couldn't understand why these people who conduct experiments were so prone to causing trouble.

First Baltimore, now Detrick.

What exactly are these people doing?
After breaking the phone, his anger subsided slightly. He turned back to the bedside, picked up the landline, and dialed FBI Director Dean.

The call connected, and the person on the other end spoke first: "Navarro, tell me, is there something wrong with your people?"

"My men will be fine!" Navarro screamed, catching his breath before continuing, "Are any of your men around here?"

"If they are, quickly transfer them over and seal off the scene. I'll bring over CIA personnel and also some military personnel while I'm at it."

"Remember, when you get there, if anyone talks about human rights, just pull out your gun and shoot them dead. After you kill them, remember to take care of their business."

"Also, equip your people with breathing apparatus, and at least make sure they wear masks. Remember that!"

After quickly giving his orders, Navarro grabbed his coat, put it on, took a new cell phone, went out, and drove to Fort Detrick.

We hadn't driven far when Barack called.

"Navarro, tell me, how is it going this time!"

"Resident Evil! Doomsday!"

(End of this chapter)