The Goddess Shines on America

"It's a disaster! Our family lives near the scene of the firefight, and the rocket was shot from there. Look, the entire living room of our house was destroyed!"

"The siege operation is still going on. According to preliminary investigations by the police, one of the fighting forces is a well-known local drug lord who belongs to Emporio Priondo. We don't know his exact location yet. In view of the fact that he may flee overseas, The authorities have officially issued a red notice. The investigation into the identity of the other party is still ongoing, according to eyewitnesses..."

"The streets are full of dead bodies! This is NBC International, and I am John Benneco, a reporter based in Mexico City, now in Juarez..."

The news program of the Fuji TV international channel is constantly broadcasting the latest incident that happened in Mexico from multiple perspectives. In the cafeteria during lunch, dozens of people are staring at the hanging TV intently, even forgetting to eat their meals .

"It's really amazing." Ito exclaimed: "Have you seen it, Nakamura-senpai, is this still a gangster's exchange of fire? The scene is almost the same as Baghdad in the Gulf War!"

The screen is showing a helicopter bird's-eye view, with a panoramic view of the low-rise and chaotic urban area, with black smoke rising everywhere, and many damaged houses can be clearly seen at close range. The camera switches quickly, and the soldiers in charge of the encirclement and suppression operations are busy. In the background are patrolling armored vehicles. Three or five soldiers are piling up corpses on the side of the road. The dead don't look like good citizens at all.

"And they are actually killing people everywhere in the city!" Ito stared at the screen with wide eyes, watching the picture of the Mexican anti-narcotics police and soldiers breaking into the door: "Go into the house and kill them, and then spread them to the side of the road! God Oh my god, Nakamura-senpai, if this happened in Tokyo, Osaka, or Reiporo..."

"Because this incident is really, really amazing." Nakamura also completely forgot to eat, staring at the TV and said: "Think about it, Ito, the news also said that one of the two sides in the exchange of fire, The number of people is not less than one thousand, and the other group is roughly the same. Then there are a large number of policemen acting as shit sticks. If you do the math, isn't this equal to the strength of almost three regiments? Such a small town, so many armed militants Armed fighting, how can you let the country ignore it?"

"That's right..."

Today is an eye-opener for Ito, who often thinks that the Yamaguchi-gumi and Inagawa-kai in Japan are the most powerful international gangs, but he doesn't know that drug dealers in Mexico can be so rampant!

This is the cafeteria, and this is the Umbrella Tokyo branch. As a sophomore at the University of Tokyo, Ito, even if his major is not suitable and it is difficult to enter the core department, it is still easy for him to do an internship in a certain other occupation of this listed company. It's meal time now, and Ito is surrounded by seniors who also work in this foreign company, but I'm afraid that not many people have the energy to go all out at the moment.

"Our company...I mean the headquarters, there should be no business in Mexico, right? Factories or something?"

"No, pharmaceutical factories are basically located in Europe. It is said that there has been an move to build a factory in the United States recently, but there has been no movement here in Japan. Oh, Japan is a small country, and it can't even accommodate a factory. It's so pitiful!"

The fifty-year-old Yamamoto is being hypocritical again, Ito thinks so. Even an idiot can tell that Umbrella's branch in Tokyo is obviously focused on research and development. How many researchers are employed in the large science and technology park behind the main building? This piece of land is more than enough to build two of the largest baseball stadiums. If the upper echelons are willing, of course they can come to build pharmaceutical factories.

"By the way... don't you think it's really mysterious there?"

Nakamura spoke again: "We don't eat in the same cafeteria, and you all know that I am from the purchasing department. Do you know how many trucks drive to the park every day? There are so many every day, and I don't know them. What is the luck, do you think it is strange?"

"Hey, stop talking, the news is reporting about the boss!"

This is the international news channel of Fuji TV, and there is absolutely no shortage of news from the United States, especially those related to Japan. No, on the background screen of the TV, Roger Lawrence, the president of DreamWorks, gave a speech at the press conference, and the speech lines of the radio reporter stationed in the United States were constantly playing on the speakers.

"...will enter into a cooperative relationship with Toei to prepare for the launch of a series of excellent works. The first batch of films to be shot include the film adaptation of the Japanese writer Koji Suzuki's work "Ring World" and "Weekly Shonen Jump" The first theatrical animation of the popular serial work "Detective Conan", and the film adaptation of the mystery novel "After School" by American writer Alice Wang, etc..."

"Oh, almost all of them are private goods!" Nakamura said with a smile: "But what can "Ring World" be changed into? It seems to be a suspense mystery novel, right? Mysterious video tapes and so on, it feels very good."

"I feel that it will be very good. It will premiere at zero o'clock. Remember to bring more friends to join us."

Alice said with a smile.

The boss suddenly appeared at the dining table!

"President!?"

"Wow, you scared the hell out of me!"

"The president came to the cafeteria to eat!? Ah, Alice!? Ah, Alice!"

Everyone at the table stared at Ito.

Alice raised her eyebrows: "Arnold... do we know each other well?"

Ito knew that he had lost his composure. This is not a campus anymore. Hong Guoguo’s social identity was in front of him. He immediately got up, bowed thirty degrees and said, “Excuse me, my name is Makoto Ito, a company intern, and you are the same as you at the University of Tokyo. current student, that...should be the same class!"

I see, Alice nodded, then thought about the name, and took a step back.

"Well... well, Ito-kun, work hard, don't let down the reputation of Todai..."

"That is! I will definitely work hard!"

"Hmm... well, remember to put your enthusiasm into work..."

It was a rare occasion to eat in this cafeteria once, and saw the news about herself. Alice felt very satisfied overall. Although the school has already started in September, her academic performance has been unanimously recognized by the school leaders, so of course she has the right to cut classes and come to the company at will.

Of course, many professors in the Department of Biochemistry of Southeast University have signed contracts with the umbrella, which is also a key factor. Not all experts will work in the park, and the school itself has its unique advantages, and comprehensive utilization is king.

After walking out of the cafeteria, she walked towards the park.

It happened that a container truck was undergoing security inspection, and the driver was submitting the waybill. Alice glanced at them plainly, nodded with the security, and walked in with ease. But the inspection speed of the truck was obviously much faster than walking, so before she could go far, the sound of beeps sounded, and the truck ran towards Building E and Building F first.

"Another batch... It seems that the death rate is still high..."

Shaking her head helplessly, Alice couldn't help but sigh.

The prototype of the I virus, named "death spore", has been carried out by Ivan Delov for experimentation. Facts have proved that Wolfgang Strack can perfectly integrate with it. It is really a matter of luck. So far, the company does not know how many mice have been purchased for live experiments, but the result is only one.

Now that she saw another batch of mice arriving, Alice didn't intend to review the current situation of Building D, and simply drove straight in, all the way to the top floor of Building E where Delof himself was.

When she walked into the office, she saw Delof sitting in front of a row of monitors, staring at the genetic maps on each screen and analyzing them.

"Hey buddy, any catch?"

Delof ignored her immediately, and beckoned her to sit next to him: "I think I still adjusted the concentration too high, and the composition of the aqueous solution also needs to be changed. We want to slow down the activity of the virus, but we can't ..."

Alice is not an outsider either, since the person in charge ignored her, she also directly looked at the computer records. Just like the secret recipe of a Michelin-starred chef, one is the concentration of the virus, and the other is the composition of the aqueous solution. What ratio can make the mice absorb it perfectly, but it is worth the tireless efforts of many people.

The communication between academic talents is sometimes so interesting. After Alice sat down, the two of them stopped talking, and they were both reading and analyzing the experiment report silently. In the blink of an eye, two hours passed easily, and the work of the staff downstairs putting the newly arrived mice into cages did not bother the two of them at all.

"Ivan." Alice manipulated the mailbox and said suddenly: "I just edited a new ratio plan and sent it to you by email for reference."

Separated by three monitors, Delof had no intention of standing up. He opened his e-mail and clicked to receive a file from the same room.

"This kind of ratio... I really didn't think of it." Seeing the result of Alice's rare shot, Delof's eyes sparkled: "Explain your idea, maybe this can really work! "

"It's better to act than to move, let me explain to you while deploying."

There was no nonsense in the audience, Alice immediately got up and picked up the test tube on the table. In the room next to the bulletproof glass window, a group of mice were locked in rows of separate cabins, and the glass was also bulletproof. Alice couldn't believe it. With her defensive measures, unless she really cultivated creatures like alien rats and alien monkeys, would she still be able to go to heaven! ?

"You mix it up, I'll take a closer look at this formula." While she was busy, Delof stared at the screen without even raising her head, like a rapist who had been imprisoned for a hundred years and saw the result. Feminine staring.