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

"The encirclement and suppression operation is still continuing. According to preliminary police investigation, one party's fire exchange force is a well-known local drug lord, and Amprio Priondo belongs. We do not know his specific location yet. Given that he may flee overseas, the authorities have officially issued a red warrant. The investigation into the identity of the other party's force is still continuing, according to witnesses..."

"The streets are full of corpses! This is NBC TV International Channel. I am John Bendelian, a reporter in Mexico City. Now located in Huarez City..."

The news program of Fuji TV International Channel is constantly broadcasting the latest incident in Mexico from multiple perspectives. During lunch, dozens or hundreds of people were staring at the hanging TV, and even forgot to eat the meal.

"It's amazing." Ito exclaimed: "Did you see it? Senior Nakamura, is this still a gang exchange? The scene is simply no different from Baghdad in the Gulf War!"

The picture shows a bird's-eye view of the helicopter. The low and chaotic urban area is full of views. Black smoke is everywhere. At close range, many damaged houses are clearly visible. The cameras are quickly switched, and the soldiers in the city who are responsible for the encirclement and suppression are busy. The background is patrolling armored vehicles, and three or five soldiers are piled up corpses by the roadside. The deceased do not look like good people no matter how they look.

"And they actually killed people everywhere in the city!" Ito stared at the screen with his eyes wide open, watching the scene of Mexican drug police and soldiers breaking in: "Get into the house and kill them, and then spread them directly to the side of the road! Oh my God, senior Nakamura, if this scene happened in Tokyo, Osaka, and at Rito..."

"Because this incident is really, really amazing." Nakamura also forgot to eat and stared at the TV: "Think about it, Ito, the news also said that one of the two sides in the firefighting exchange was no less than one thousand, and the other was roughly equivalent. Then there were a large number of police officers acting as shit-making sticks. Do you think, isn't this equivalent to almost three regiments of troops? In such a small town, there are so many gun-wielding armed forces fighting, how can you ignore the country?"

"This is the truth..."

Ito was eye-opening today. He often thought that Japan's Yamaguchi Group and Inagawa Society were the most powerful international gangsters. However, he didn't know that Mexico's drug dealers could be so rampant!

This is the cafeteria, and this is the Tokyo Branch of the Umbrella. As a sophomore at the University of Tokyo, Ito is difficult to enter the core department even if his major is not right, but it is still easy to intern in a certain other professional career in this listed company. Now it is time to eat, and Ito is surrounded by seniors working in this foreign company, but at this moment, I am afraid that not many people have the energy to do it with all their strength.

"Our company...I mean the headquarters is there, there should be no industry in Mexico, right? Factory or something?"

"No, pharmaceutical factories are basically in Europe. It is said that there have been operations in building factories in the United States recently, but there is no movement here in Japan. Oh, Japan has a small territory and can't even accommodate a factory. It's so pitiful!"

Yamamoto, who is fifty years old, is being pretentious again. This is what Ito thinks. Even the idiotic person can tell that the branch of the umbrella in Tokyo is obviously mainly based on R&D work. How many researchers are employed in such a large science and technology park behind the main building? This land is more than enough to build two largest baseball stadiums. If the upper floors are willing, of course they can also come to build a pharmaceutical factory.

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

Nakamura spoke again: "We are not eating in the same cafeteria, and you all know that I am from the purchasing department. Do you know how many trucks drive into the park every day? There are so many every day, and I don't know what they transport. Is it strange to say?"

"Hey, stop talking, the news is reporting on the boss's affairs!"

This is Fuji TV International News Channel. There will definitely be no shortage of news in the United States, especially those related to Japan. On the background screen of the TV, DreamWorks president Roger Lawrence spoke at the press conference, and the speakers kept playing the speech lines of radio reporters in the United States.

"... We will reach a cooperative relationship with Toei Company to prepare for the launch of a series of excellent works. The first batch of films to be filmed include the film adapted from the work of Japanese writer Mitsuji Suzuki, the first theatrical animation of the popular serialized work "Detective Conan" by "Weekly Jump", and the film adapted from the mystery novel "After School" by American writer Alice Wang..."

"Oh, almost all are private goods!" Nakamura said with a smile: "But what can "Ring Realm" be changed into? That seems to be a suspense mystery novel, right? The mysterious video tapes and other things feel very good."

"It feels like it will be very good. At that time, the premiere will be at midnight. Remember to bring more friends to support you."

Alice said with a smile.

The boss suddenly appeared at the dining table!

"President!?"

"Wow, I'm scared!"

"The president has come to the cafeteria for dinner!? Ah, Alice!? Ah, Alice!"

The table was full of people staring at Ito.

Alice raised her eyebrows: "Arnold... are we familiar?"

Ito knew that it was wrong, and it was no longer a campus. Hong Guoguo's social identity was in front of him. He immediately stood up and bowed thirty degrees: "I'm so rude. My name is Ito Makoto, a company intern. You are a student at the University of Tokyo, and that... should still be the same class as you!"

So that's it, Alice nodded, then thought about the name and took a step back.

"Well...well, Ito-kun, work hard, don't let Toda down..."

"That's it! I will definitely work hard!"

"Well... OK, remember to put all your enthusiasm on your work..."

It was rare to have dinner at this cafeteria once and I saw news about her. Alice was still very satisfied overall. Although school started in September, her academic performance was unanimously recognized by the school leaders, so of course she has the right to skip classes and come to the company at any time.

Of course, many professors from the Department of Biochemistry at Dongda University have signed contracts with protective umbrellas, which is also one of the key factors. Not all experts will work in the park, and the school itself has its unique advantages, and comprehensive utilization is the king.

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

It happened that a container truck was undergoing a security inspection and the driver was submitting the shipping order. Alice glanced at them casually, nodded with the security guard, and walked in with a familiarity. But the truck checked the speed much faster than walking, so before she could walk far away, the sound of the truck ran towards buildings e and f.

"It's another batch...it seems that the mortality rate is still high..."

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

The i-virus prototype named "Death Spore" has been tested by Evan Deloff. It turns out that it is really lucky that Wolfgang Strack can blend perfectly with it. As of now, the company has purchased many guinea pigs for experiments, but there is only one result.

Since seeing another group of teenage mice coming, Alice didn't plan to examine the recent situation of Building D, so she drove straight in and walked all the way to the top floor of Building E where Delov was.

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

"Hey, man, what's the gain?"

Drov didn't pay attention to her immediately and waved her to sit down next to her: "I think I've adjusted the concentration too high, and the composition of the aqueous solution needs to be changed. We want to slow down the activity of the virus, but we can't..."

Alice is not an amateur. Since the person in charge ignored her, she also looked at the computer records directly. Just like the secret recipe of a Michelin-starred chef, one is the concentration of the virus and the other is the ingredients of the aqueous solution. What proportion can the mice absorb it perfectly, but it is worth the hard work of many people.

The exchange between academic talents is sometimes so interesting. After Alice sat down, neither of them spoke anymore, and they were silently reading and analyzing the experimental report. In the blink of an eye, two hours passed easily, and the employees downstairs did not disturb them at all.

"Evan." Alice operated the email address and suddenly said, "I just edited a new ratio plan and sent it to you for an email. Please refer to it."

Apart from three monitors, Drov had no intention of standing up at all. He opened the email address and clicked to receive a file from the same room.

"I really didn't expect this kind of ratio." As soon as I saw the rare results of Alice's attack, Drov's eyes shining: "Explain your idea, maybe this can really work!"

"It's better to act than to act. Let's explain it to you while arranging it."

There was no nonsense in the audience. Alice immediately got up and picked up the test tubes on the table. In the room with bulletproof glass windows next to it, a group of teenage mice were locked in separate cabins, and the glass was also bulletproof. Alice didn't believe it. With her defensive measures, unless the alien rats and alien monkeys were really cultivated, can they still go to heaven?

"You make it up, I'll take a closer look at this recipe." While she was busy, Drov didn't even raise his head and stared at the screen, just like a strong fork who had been in a lockdown for a hundred years, staring at the fruit girl.
Chapter completed!