A person becomes a god; starting with a super brain, scientific research becomes godlike.

That's why she asked that question.

Of course, she was just chatting casually during the meal.

Who did it? It wasn't important to her, and she didn't need to know.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, there was a saying: "All the world's hustle and bustle is for profit."

"It means that behind every single thing, there is always the word 'interest'."

"Why would someone release a biological virus into a perfectly good international airport?"

"What is the point of doing this?"

Claire looked at Jiang Hao without speaking, but instead pretended to listen attentively, clearly waiting for Jiang Hao to continue.

"And what is an airport?"

"A lot of people?" Claire thought for a moment and gave an answer.

"Not bad." Jiang Hao smiled slightly.

Welsh International Airport is an international airport, and it's very crowded. Even shopping malls aren't as crowded as airports.

Most importantly, airports have a larger space and are not as easy to seal off as shopping malls, making them difficult to control once the virus starts to spread.

"The more people involved, the more serious the situation becomes, and the more attention everyone pays to biochemical viruses. In this situation, who will benefit the most?"

“Those companies that make the viral serum,” Claire blurted out.

There are some things that you may not be able to understand when you try to think about them yourself.

But it's easier to understand when someone points out the main point to you.

Claire knew those capitalists in the United States all too well.

They're capable of anything, no matter how outrageous, as long as it makes money.

"Do you remember that fat guy who was in front of you today?" Claire paused for a moment.

Then he realized that Jiang Hao was referring to Ron Davis.

"You mean Congressman Davis."

Jiang Hao nodded.

“That Davis has connections with a pharmaceutical company called WillFama in Will City.”

"He owns 15 percent of that pharmaceutical company."

"WillFama Pharmaceuticals is a company that specializes in the research and development and sale of viral serum."

"When global bio-chemical terrorist attacks were not so frequent, it was just a small company."

"Currently, Willfax is a publicly traded company with a market capitalization of around $90 billion."

This was certainly not because Jiang Hao specifically investigated that Will City Councilor named Davis.

Instead, it was information that the assistant automatically read at the airport.

Jiang Hao had no interest in getting to know an obese congressman.

Claire looked surprised upon hearing this.

"How did you know?" Claire asked immediately, surprised.

She only realized how rude she had been after asking the question.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I just..."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care."

"However, I won't tell you how I got this information."

"However, I can tell you definitively that the bioterrorism attack at Will International Airport was carried out by Will Fama Pharmaceuticals."

"And this is not the first time they have done this, nor will it be the last."

Upon hearing this, Claire was momentarily speechless.

She had no reason to believe Jiang Hao's words, after all, they had only known each other for a short time.

But for some reason, she felt that Jiang Hao's words were trustworthy.

Because Jiang Hao looks like a big shot.

There's no need for someone like that to lie to an ordinary person.

Thinking of the faces of those capitalists, Claire suddenly felt a sense of despair and wanted to cry.

Because many people want the world to be a better place, but there are always people who, for their own benefit, try every means to make the world worse.

And these people are extremely powerful.

"What's wrong, Claire? You look depressed and unhappy."

"Who could be happy to hear such news, those damn capitalists?" Claire couldn't help but curse.

You should know that she has always had a very good temper.

"You just believe me like that? What if I'm lying to you?" Jiang Hao retorted.

"Because I have nothing worth lying to you, Mr. Jiang. I'm just an ordinary person."

"Besides, you don't seem like the kind of person who would lie."

Jiang Hao smiled.

"So, what do you want to do?"

Claire: "???"

"If there's anything you want to do, I can help you."

The Jianghao Gy virus is not yet fully developed.

Because right now, it's like a game account that's been leveled up to the maximum level, but without any corresponding skills, it can only use basic attacks and can't unleash any power at all.

And it also requires skills.

Skills are about letting them grow infinitely on their own.

The evolution of the Gy virus differs somewhat from that of the Blacklight virus.

The Blacklight virus evolves based on its own ideas.

For example, I need powerful and sharp weapons to destroy things.

Then your hands will transform into two sharp swords.

However, the evolution of the Gy virus was more passive.

In other words, the Gy virus needs a host to passively grow.

Jiang Hao himself naturally had no interest in getting involved in these things.

That's why the idea of ​​releasing the Gy virus outside came about.

No matter how fast the Gy virus grows, it can't outpace him. Once the Gy virus has grown to his satisfaction, he can completely reclaim it.

Moreover, recycling does not mean that he needs to kill the host of the Gy virus.

And what could be more suitable as a host than the main characters of Resident Evil?

That's why Jiang Hao is saying what he's saying now.

"help me?"

"That's right, but I don't know if you're interested, or rather, you guys."

“I think your brother must have mentioned me to you, but he doesn’t have my contact information and can’t reach me.”

Claire nodded.

"You can call him and tell him to come over now."

"Okay." Claire hesitated for two seconds before nodding, not refusing.

Claire then went outside to make a phone call.

Chris, now burdened by guilt over his teammate's death, has chosen to leave the BASS team.

He is currently in a small town in Europe, drinking heavily every day and is extremely depressed.

In a tavern.

Chris's phone, which was on the table, rang.

Chris had no intention of accepting.

He picked up the phone, intending to refuse, but then realized it was his sister Claire calling.

Chris still cares a lot about his younger sister, Claire.

The two siblings lost their parents at a young age and grew up in the homes of relatives.