Eastern Federal Pharmaceuticals, Chairman's Office.

A body covered with white fluff leaned limply in the corner of the office. What could barely stand upright on the body were dozens of white umbrellas growing on the surface.

But neither the chairman behind the office nor his confidant standing at the table noticed the corpse that was starved to death, as if no one else could see him.

The chairman asked:

"Everything is done."

His confidant nodded:

"Yes, the members of the Prediction Department have no idea what we have obtained, and all the insiders have been secretly executed. Even if the other directors look up the account books and records, they will only know what you have obtained from the Coordination Bureau.

"The Coordination Bureau knows the existence of second-generation mimicry bacteria, but they simply cannot understand how great it is.

"And there is no research record, and other directors can't imagine what this is."

This is the seventeenth time that a confidant has done such a thing for the chairman. No one knows what kind of tough role the chairman is, but no one is as trusted by the chairman as he is.

The confidant even handed over the switch that controlled his life and death to the man opposite him, and this also brought the way to heaven to power and wealth.

The chairman looked at the crystal clear needle on his desk and sighed:

"What a beautiful creature, but unfortunately there are still some insignificant flaws."

My confidant's eyes looked at the needle and showed his hope for the future:

"Samples injected with second-generation mimicry bacteria can complete transformation at an astonishing speed, and their physical strength is almost equivalent to special individuals in ordinary mimicry bacteria infected people. They also have terrifying aggression and desire to spread...

"If we inject it into fifty volunteers, there will be eight digits in less than twenty years. By then, we who have mastered the knowledge of the medicine will make a lot of money, and we may even re-acquire other companies."

The chairman nodded:

"But that's not all, right?"

The confidant said:

"Yes, but the Coordination Bureau cannot understand what this is, and the source of infection that is lingering outside can also be used to clear us up in the future."

They got two syringes, but only a few drops were enough. They had no reason to offend the Coordination Bureau, and to be honest, the company had no say in front of the Coordination Bureau.

There is only one rule for Eastern Federal Biopharmaceuticals - making money.

This is also the only requirement of the board of directors.

Therefore, he couldn't tell the prediction department to get all these things, and the company couldn't just pay the money.

He is just the chairman.

But now that he thinks about it, he is actually very confused about something, that is, why does he have only one confidant?

He could not imagine that he would make such a low-level and stupid mistake.

Thinking of this, the chairman opened the drawer, then took out a small iron remote control with his confidant's expression of horror.

"Why?" cried in despair, and he could not even apply for resistance. "No matter what, I cannot betray you. Even if I tell others what you asked me to do, it is impossible to shake your position and power. I have never..."

The chairman said with a smile:

"Thank you for your contribution to the company."

Then he pressed.

The confidant's body twitched a few times, and his hands staggered down. Then his flesh and blood began to melt from the inside out into liquid, and the liquid immediately evaporated without a trace.

He was right.

The chairman knew that his confidant was particularly careful and had never done anything that crossed the line, and he really had no reason to silence him.

At least not on the surface.

He pressed the remote again.

Click.

The door is locked.

The chairman breathed a sigh of relief, and he would only show this expression when he was alone.

Because the secret he carries is too heavy.

The chairman closed his eyes and sank his body into the soft sofa chair, letting his sleepiness drown his thoughts.

Then, a white beam of light cut through the darkness.

"You look for me." Huang Qingfeng stood in the dark ground with the same serious expression on his face, "Is there something wrong?"

The chairman said:

"You haven't destroyed the syringe yet?"

Huang Qingfeng said:

"I've done it, what's wrong?"

The chairman showed resentment:

"There must be a syringe left outside, but I can't continue looking for it, otherwise the board of directors will definitely be suspicious. Is there any news over you?"

Huang Qingfeng was also a little anxious when he heard this:

“I have sent my men to contact Marx.

"But you know that my identity is special. It would be very simple to kill him according to the original plan. But now things may be in him. When we get the exact information, we must not be alerted at will.

"Give me some time."

The chairman emphasized his tone:

"Don't you realize what the consequences would be caused if anyone uses a syringe? We will all die, and no one will remain, and the supreme will collapse, and they will take away our identity and status."

"Calm down." Huang Qingfeng said, "if the syringes were in the hospital, they would be very safe, and even if Marx got them, they wouldn't be able to actually use them."

"If he was a smart person," the chairman shook his head. "But how do you know, maybe he was a mentally retarded, or a lunatic, after all, he was in a mental hospital a few days ago."

Huang Qingfeng said:

"You can't be anxious. If we reveal our strength, we will all be over. We can't make them suspicious.

"Let me do this, I actually have some other preparations. There is a wealthy man from East New South Wales who is our compatriot. He has mastered some illegal powers, and his son died at the Victor Rehabilitation Center not long ago and has had unfriendly contacts with Marx and Ann.

"I will let him realize the greatness of the supreme will, help him to evolve for the first time, and guide him to hire someone who can deal with Mar-Neon, and then grab the guy and ask where the injection is.

"That way we won't be suspected."

The chairman asked suspiciously:

"Can he handle it?"

Huang Qingfeng nodded:

"Of course, I saw Marxun's ability test with my own eyes. His ability is not suitable for combat. As long as you prepare in advance, ordinary killers may kill him.

"But now we can't kill him."

The chairman nodded:

"Then do it like this, you must remember to deal with other insiders."

Huang Qingfeng replied:

"Of course, the existence of this kind of thing must not be known to other forces."

Moreover, he has no good feelings for those capable people in the Coordination Bureau.

The chairman finally calmed down a little.

Before getting the thing, he didn't even think about what those biologists had created. He was looking forward to what new benefits this thing would bring to his race.
Chapter completed!