Chapter 309: Compensate Me Later?

Based on what is known so far, it can be determined that the source of contamination is in the brain area of ​​the deceased.

Brian had watched the video and independently dissected a contaminated corpse, but his five senses did not feel anything was wrong. There was no danger warning or previous prompts. Both physically and mentally, he felt uncomfortable.

So he couldn't pinpoint the area where the pollution source was.

Currently, there is only one method left to determine the specific location of the pollution source the fastest, and that is the elimination method.

Under Brian's arrangement, the soldiers on the warship gathered in a circle and grabbed pieces of paper with different expressions.

After opening the note, some people were happy and some were crying.

Each piece of paper is marked with a serial number.

According to the agreement, they need to act as guinea pigs in order to observe the body of the deceased.

This in itself is the only value of their placement on the warship.

Even second-level employees of the NW organization like Brian and Susan's background were thrown here by the people from the deep-sea base, let alone these ordinary soldiers.

The first man was a strong black soldier.

It was obvious that he was nervous and had a confused look on his face.

Until now, these soldiers had no idea what they were facing.

He pursed his thick lips and came to Brian: "Sir, what should I do?"

Brian looked at him: "What's going on at home?"

The black soldier was stunned and said subconsciously: "Sir, I have a mother, two younger brothers, and three younger sisters at home. I am the eldest son!"

Hearing this, Brian nodded: "I understand, if you die, I will pay to take care of your family, and all the military pension will be given to your family. This is what I want for you." Promise of!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Hearing this, the tension in the black soldiers eased a lot.

There was more sincerity on his face: "You are a good man, sir, what do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple." Brian gave up his position and revealed the cardboard behind him.

There is a small hole in the cardboard, through which part of the brain tissue of the deceased can be seen.

Brian pointed to the entrance of the cave: "Come here and look at the things at the entrance of the cave!"

The black soldier was stunned again.

That's it?

He thought it was some kind of biochemical experiment or medicine.

After all, there are some rumors circulating in the military.

Until this happened to them.

But the black soldiers who had already prepared their psychological preparation did not expect that they would just let themselves look at something.

But obeying orders has become his instinct.

The black soldier immediately turned his gaze to the hole exposed under the cardboard.

What kind of meat looks like under the hole?

As he looked at it, he shook his head and found himself unable to stand and wanted to fall backwards.

Brian quickly moved the opening of the hole to block what was underneath, then supported the black soldier and asked, "What does it feel like?"

The black soldier patted his head and said with some discomfort: "FK, I feel dizzy and confused, like something is shaking my head... I don't know how to describe it, damn, it's like a hangover. , I’m sorry, I really can’t describe that feeling.”

Brian immediately realized that this guy's cultural level was probably not high.

He said it another way: "What did you see?"

It may have slowed down a bit, and the condition of the black soldiers was disappearing.

He took a few deep breaths and looked at the glass cabinet behind Brian with some fear: "It's hard to describe. It looked like a pile of large intestines at first, but the next second, I seemed to see the large intestines turning in circles, like the inside of a hole. Damn it, what the hell is this thing trying to get into my head? What orders are those military bastards asking us to carry out!"

As the black soldiers talked, they couldn't help but get excited. They cursed again and again, and even their eyes began to become bloodshot, as if they were in some kind of stress state.

Brian quickly took out a syringe from his waist, stabbed it accurately into the black soldier's neck, and then injected the liquid into it.

This is a tranquilizer.

In order to hide the secret that his body can store various pharmaceuticals, Brian often carries tranquilizers and morphine with him.

It came in handy this time.

As the drug took effect, the emotional black soldiers began to fall into a sluggish state.

Brian observed the other person for more than a minute. After confirming that he survived, he took him out of the door and asked the others to take care of him. He also let No. 2 in.

No. 2 was obviously frightened by the loud shouting of the black soldiers just now.

Seeing the stupid look of the black soldier at this moment, he looked at Brian with fierce eyes, pulled the bolt of the gun on his body, and pointed the gun at Brian: "No, I will not enter this damn room, I will not let myself Accept the damn experiment and listen, tell us the truth, we are human beings, not guinea pigs!”

His words also attracted most of the other soldiers.

No normal person would want to be a test subject.

nobody!

Before I had an attack, one was worried about the threat from the military, and the other was just waiting for a provocateur to test him.

Now comes the winner.

Facing the muzzle pointed at him, Brian's expression turned cold: "I am also a victim, and a victim who is trying to keep most of you alive. Your companion was just injected with a tranquilizer. He will wake up soon, but your current behavior is very irrational. I'll give you a chance. Now, come in!"

"NO!"

He pointed at the first black soldier who entered: "Who of you wants to become like this? Don't eat the sour radish. Do you believe this is a tranquilizer? We want to fight, we want to protest, we..."

Before he finished speaking.

He felt his body lighten.

Looking back, he found that the rifle on his body had appeared in Brian's hand.

Everyone immediately looked at Brian nervously, fearing that he would point the gun at them.

Looking at Brian with different expressions and not wanting to waste time, he pointed the gun directly at himself, and then pulled the trigger at his temple in the shocked eyes of everyone.

Da Da Da~

Accompanied by gun flames and flying bullet shells.

Everyone exclaimed.

They seemed to have seen this tall young man, his head was shot into pieces by bullets.

No one can resist a rifle with his head!

Absolutely no one can do it!

But why didn't this man fall down?

Brian took a deep breath of the smell of gunpowder, put his palm that was blocking his temple in front of everyone, and loosened it.

Ding Ding Ding~

Bullets fell on the deck through the gaps between his fingers, making a crisp sound.

These bullets seemed to hit the hearts of these soldiers.

They stared at Brian with a look that almost looked at God, and all fell into silence.

Especially the soldier who drew the number two lottery and had his gun robbed.

His eyes were bulging out, and he stammered, "This is an illusion, right?"

Brian shook his head: "This is reality, a real and magical world. The guns that give you confidence are like toys in front of me, so there is no need for me to lie to you. I am a sacrifice arranged by the higher-ups just like you. I patiently explain to you because I treat you as human beings, it's that simple."

He then looked at Soldier No. 2 again: "I understand your feelings, but I don't like being pointed at by a gun, so you need to undergo three experiments next."

After saying that, Brian no longer paid attention to everyone, threw away the rifle in his hand, and walked in directly.

As soon as he left, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

Before performing the bare-handed bullet-catching performance, the pressure on Brian came more from the task arrangement and identity arrangement, rather than Brian himself.

Now it's completely different.

In the eyes of everyone, Brian is no longer one of their kind, but an unknown monster.

Pause for a few seconds.

Everyone came back to their senses from the shock just now.

Some picked up the rifle to check, some picked up the bullet to check, and some still had a dull expression, unable to understand why flesh and blood could block the impact of the bullet, and the reaction speed could hold the bullet with bare hands.

Soldier No. 2 looked at the entrance in front of him unwillingly, gritted his teeth, and wanted to take the opportunity to jump into the sea to escape, but when he turned around, he found that his previous companion was holding the rifle and looking at him with a weird look.

His lips moved, and he said weakly: "I"

"Go in!"

The companions in front of him were still a group, looking at him indifferently.

As professional soldiers, they have recognized the current situation.

The experiment has risks, but the black soldier came out alive, which means that this risk is probabilistic.

If No. 2 tries a few more times, the probability of their death will be greatly reduced.

They were originally a group of serving soldiers transferred from various departments, not comrades-in-arms who get along day and night.

After understanding this, they are no longer people in the same camp!

In the end, the soldier who drew the number 2, facing the silent soldiers, took the initiative to walk into this temporary autopsy room.

"Come here, look here..."

Brian's tone was perfunctory to the guy who pointed a gun at him.

He was kind to everyone, and besides his usual attitude towards innocent people, he also had other purposes.

But he was not a cheap skin.

Brian had restrained himself by not blowing up the other person's head just now.

Soldier No. 2 did not dare to continue speaking.

He looked at the place Brian pointed to with trepidation, and then was stunned.

That's it?

After looking for a few seconds, he said carefully: "Is this meat?"

Brian ignored him and directly moved the cardboard to expose the brain tissue in the hole to another area.

This time, Soldier No. 2 showed symptoms similar to those of the black soldier before.

Brian's mind immediately reproduced the three-dimensional stereogram of the observation area of ​​the two soldiers, and then reached out to grab the neck of the soldier who was already in a state of unconsciousness, and pulled him in front of him, exposing a new area to his vision.

Soldier No. 2's reaction was even more intense.

His pupils changed drastically, and his eyeballs began to tremble rapidly, as if... it was a reaction when he was dreaming.

After a few seconds.

All his changes ended.

Seeing this, Brian loosened his hand and continued to observe the other party.

Soldier No. 2's eyes were dull, and he began to stretch out his palms and scratch around, not caring whether he caught something or not. Then he slapped his body, and the range of his movements became larger and larger, showing the same symptoms as the infected person.

Finally, there was a crash to the ground.

All the functions of Soldier No. 2's body were instantly extinguished like a blown candle.

wrong.

After the candle was extinguished, there was still a little bit of white smoke rising.

It was as if the delete button had been pressed on this guy, all the functions of his body instantly returned to zero, and even the nerve reflexes and muscle reflexes before death were gone.

Thinking of the death process of the previous warship captain Ector and the pollution transmission area in the brain area, Brian showed a smile on his lips.

understood!

He got it!

He knows the attack mode and process of this memetic pollution!

Think of this.

Brian kicked the body off the ground, took off the board covering the human brain, pinched a small area of ​​the human head's forehead, crushed it directly, and threw it aside.

After removing this part of the brain tissue.

He shouted outside: "Next, hurry up!"

Soldier No. 3 showed more fear than the previous two.

Because after No. 2 came in, he didn't go out.

This fear reached its limit after he saw the body of Soldier No. 2 lying on the ground.

Brian didn't need to look at the other person's uncontrollable and trembling body, he could smell the pheromones representing fear emitted by the other person's body.

Seeing this, he said in a gentle tone: "Don't be afraid. There is basically no danger in the experiment. If there is, I will take care of your family. By the way, buddy, who else is in your family?"

Soldier No. 3 became even more frustrated: "I also have a wife who just got married."

Brian:

He pointed directly at the human brain in the glass cabinet: "Take a look."

Soldier Three did as he was told.

This time, there was no cardboard cover, and he immediately recognized that it was human brain tissue.

The soldier was not frightened by the human brain, just a little surprised.

After looking at it for a few times, he asked Brian uneasily: "What's next?"

Brian shrugged: "No, no more, the experiment is over. You have to thank the person on the ground for his sacrifice. He helped you eliminate the most dangerous option. Let's go. Don't look at the body on the ground. He is already a high-risk person." It’s an infectious agent.”

Soldier No. 3 followed Brian out of the room in confusion.

After going out.

Brian said that the matter was over, asked everyone to return to the lounge, kept it secret, and then returned to the conference room.

Captain Ector's body remained as it was.

As soon as he entered the conference room, Brian's danger warning was issued again.

Not intense, but threatening.

This further confirmed Brian's suspicion.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and looked at an inconspicuous area: "I know you are looking at me, please communicate, I already know what is going on."

After saying that.

Brian squatted down, stretched out two fingers, pressed hard into the middle of the back of Ector's head, and then pulled hard to both sides.

The opponent's hard brain bones were like tofu in his hands.

Accompanied by a cracking tearing sound.

A small piece of still pulsating tissue caught Brian's eye.

This thing is a source of information pollution and communication.

It seems that he saw this scene.

The watch on Brian's wrist finally connected.

Brian sat cross-legged next to the corpse, closed his eyes and felt the brain cell tissue, and said calmly: "I probably already know the situation of this memetic infection, and I can solve this trouble. What can you give me? ?”

He opened his eyes with an evil look: "You know, you directly involved me in a pollution that threatened my life without my consent!"

There was silence for a while.

A woman's voice came from the other side: "Coroner Brian, if you can really solve this trouble, the Holy Council will not treat you badly. As for this mission recruitment, it is not targeted at you alone, we"

At this moment, an older voice interrupted the woman: "Brian, I am Alvin Lester, the speaker of the Holy Council. The Holy Council represents the official will of the entire Western country, and every decision involves When it comes to the survival of the global human race, we are only responsible for all mankind, not individuals. I hope you can understand us!”

Listen to the kindness in the other person's tone.

Brian smiled.

Weiner Leakey, who had contacted Brian before, also spoke out: "Brian, I am very grateful to NW for having you as a genius. I am very sorry for this mission. This is indeed our problem. I promise again, As long as you can solve this crisis, the Liji family will privately compensate you in the future."

Will you compensate me later?

Listen to the kindness in these people’s voices.

Brian smiled even wider.

He nodded, took out his finger, wiped it, then walked to the blackboard, took out a marker, sketched several plane anatomy diagrams of the brain on it, and then circled an area: "The principle of this information pollution is very simple. This is the source of pollution and the channel for the spread of information pollution. Perhaps this time we have discovered a new continent for biological research.”