aircannonsinc Chapter 130: The Protective Company of Hanhai City
Chapter 130: The Protective Company of Hanhai City
Zhang Ze chose to accept the mission.
Have you heard Wesker's story? In Capcom Year 2, viral geneticist Spencer discovered the Progenitor Virus. After years of gene editing, the Progenitor Virus manifested in many different viral variants, including the infamous Ouroboros virus. Are you curious about what happens to people inoculated with the Ouroboros virus? Will they become ultimate life forms surpassing humanity, or grotesque monsters?
Please go to No. 303, Baiyi Avenue, Hanhai City, to participate in the drug trial and survive for 24 hours.
This nightmare mission is no longer a psychic game.
Zhang Ze remembered that the nightmare missions in the later stages became increasingly complicated, unlike the early ones where you could just play a simple spirit summoning game to get by. In the later nightmare missions, you could really die if you weren't careful.
The only problem is that the mission location is in another city.
"Does that mean I have to go on a business trip again?"
"Fortunately, there are still three days left before the competition starts, so I have plenty of time. I hope I won't waste too much of my time."
Zhang Ze muttered a few words to himself, then sent a message to Lin Xiaomei.
When Lin Xiaomei heard that Zhang Ze was going on a business trip, she thought he was going to run away. She was so frightened that she sent him a barrage of messages.
"You can't leave! Zhang Ze, Boss Zhang, what will our studio eat if you leave?!"
"You absolutely can't leave! Our studio's entire future is tied up in you! You have to hold on!!"
Zhang Ze almost burst out laughing.
He repeatedly reassured Lin Xiaomei that everything would be alright.
He's only going on a business trip for one day, and including travel time, it will take up to two days at most, which won't affect the official competition.
Although Lin Xiaomei was worried, she accepted this explanation.
Zhang Ze tidied up his belongings.
He said he was packing, but there was really nothing he absolutely needed to bring. Unlike Chen Ge, who had to carry a skull crusher, a tape recorder, and a whole bunch of other things when he went out.
His mere presence is the most terrifying ghost story.
"Gah!"
The long-absent cawing of crows sounded again.
Zhang Ze transformed into a flock of crows and disappeared into the sky.
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Hanhai City.
No. 303, Baiyi Avenue.
Wesker himself was reviewing the list of personnel in his hands, which recorded the names of the latest volunteers, as well as their age, weight, family medical history, and other information.
"This batch of recipients has shown a higher carrying capacity than all previous volunteers. If this continues, we will eventually find suitable candidates."
"The only problem is..."
Why is the third volunteer's name displayed as empty?
Wesker looked at the researcher next to him.
The researcher wiped his sweat. "Sir, the mortality rate of our experiment is too high. Even if we raise the price to 10 yuan, almost no volunteers will dare to sign up."
Drug testing is a very niche and unpopular field.
The job is very simple.
I had a physical exam, then took the medication and observed the reactions it caused in my body.
Pharmaceutical companies typically offer high compensation because the drugs they need to conduct human trials on are often newly developed and may have unknown side effects.
In mild cases, it can cause endocrine disorders and leave permanent sequelae; in severe cases, it can lead to sudden death, leaving no trace of the illness.
Wesker let out a deep sigh.
He also knew the mortality rate was high.
But there is no way.
The drug they are testing is very special; any person injected with it will experience a rejection reaction within 24 hours, affecting the immune system and causing mutations in the body, much like how AIDS destroys immune cells.
Previous test subjects died in extremely gruesome ways.
Some people die from hysteria, claiming they see their parents visiting them, but the mother's neck is stretched several meters long, calling their name from the window, her mouth bigger than a washbasin, with the father's head sticking out...
Some people develop abnormal redness, swelling, and marks on their bodies, as if they are fighting against unseen beings, and eventually suffer organ failure and die quickly.
As for examples of distortion, there are countless. Some people suffer from phantom limb syndrome, insisting that their hands do not belong to them, but to another unseen entity, and that the entity wants to force them to their deaths.
In short, Wesker was well aware of just how miraculous this drug was.
"If you can't find enough people, raise the prices."
"This drug is already familiar to trial participants, which is a very good start."
Wesker waved his hand dismissively.
He ordered his men to raise the price.
The researchers had no choice but to comply with the recruitment office's instructions and contact other departments to further expand the search for volunteers and find a third volunteer to participate in the experiment as soon as possible.
The entire company fell into a tacit understanding.
They had no idea what this medicine was all about.
It was Wesker who overcame all opposition and pushed forward with the drug trial project.
They often heard Wesker say things like, "The drug is adapting to people," or "The drug is learning how to cooperate with the body." Although some people were surprised, they never dared to disobey Wesker.
Can drugs... adapt to people?
Shouldn't it be the person adapting to the drug?
Why does Wesker talk as if this drug is some kind of alien, gradually learning to communicate with humans?
They couldn't understand it.
He was simply mechanically following Wesker's instructions.
Soon, the price rose to 12.
The deadline is fast approaching, and if a suitable volunteer cannot be found soon, this trial will have to be canceled.
Just then.
A new registration call came into the company's landline.
"Hello, is this Umbrella Biopharmaceutical Company in Hanhai City? I'm here to participate in a drug trial."
"name?"
"Zhang Ze".
"Place of residence?"
"Hanjiang City".
"Is there a family history of this condition?"
"no."
……
Zhang Ze appeared as the last volunteer in the Umbrella Corporation's drug observation laboratory.
He followed the phone's navigation, and the crow eventually located No. 303, Baiyi Avenue, Hanhai City. If someone had been observing from the sky with a drone at the time, they would have noticed that the fattest crow in the flock was carrying a mobile phone under its wing.
This address is a three-story building.
It's like those self-built houses commonly seen on the roadside in rural areas, with a sign hanging at the door that says "xxxx Co., Ltd." It looks quite makeshift.
The only difference is.
Zhang Ze did see the Umbrella Company's logo on the signboard at the entrance; it was a red and white umbrella-shaped logo.
So he proactively called to participate in the drug trial.
Following the staff's directions, Zhang Ze passed through the first door and immediately saw a small, enclosed room. The staff on both sides were wearing closed white protective suits, with only their eyes showing. The scene almost made Zhang Ze hallucinate that it was 2020.
"Such strict defenses."
"Are you testing for Ebola?"
While complaining, Zhang Ze entered the small room for disinfection. After various ultraviolet disinfection and chemical disinfection, Zhang Ze was allowed to enter the actual drug testing area.
There are three small rooms in total, with an identical layout.
A snow-white bed, one-way transparent frosted glass, and sophisticated instruments for detecting bodily conditions, such as a heart rate monitor, are placed at the head of the bed.
Besides Zhang Ze, there were two other test subjects who had been prepared long ago, as well as many researchers and staff, all eagerly waiting for him.