death of hope

Chapter 221 "Corporate Warrior" (137) SOS
Varnassus Sector,

McMillan Group Corporate Warrior Headquarters Building,

The formation of drone swarms whizzed by, and there were many sentries in the courtyard, which were heavily guarded.

The door of the living room on the third floor is closed. The phonograph in the hall is playing classical symphony. The smell of ambergris pours into the nostrils. The temperature and humidity are just right, which makes people feel extra comfortable.

Headed by the captain, Captain Marcus Lynch, six corporate soldiers stood in a row, stepped on the plush carpet with their polished military boots, and stood upright to accept the inspection by their superiors.

Across a solid wood coffee table, sitting on the opposite sofa is the head of the corporate warrior department, retired and rehired Major Ron McIlroy,

The old soldier's chest is full of medals, his gray beard is neatly trimmed, and the walnut pipe in his mouth is even more dignified.

"That's all for the mission briefing, let's listen to the accident scene recording."

The major took out the memory card and said to the female secretary wearing a short skirt beside him:
"Miss Nina, please turn off the music and play the audio from the memory card."

There was a burst of current noise in the speaker, and then an impatient complaint from an adult man:

"Hey! Which intern accidentally pressed the emergency alarm button? All the lights in the cockpit are flashing! I was so scared that I spilled coffee!"

"It's not a false alarm! It's not a drill! Something happened! Something happened!
Someone shot in the lab!Experiment assistant Boris was headshot!Others are dead or alive, Captain!Quickly ask the head office for help! "

"Who are you? The security guards go to Area C to check!"

"On the way."

"Damn it! The orange police light has turned red! What the hell are those four-eyed boys in white coats doing? Quickly answer me! Hey... Hey! Talk! Where's the security captain?"

"Captain, our communication with the laboratory has been interrupted, it may be electromagnetic interference, or it may be a router failure."

"Then why are you still standing there? Send an engineer to fix it!"

"A fire broke out in area C on the 2nd floor, the sprinkler equipment is abnormal, and the fire-fighting robot is on its way."

"Warnning! Warning!
An abnormality occurred in the No. 3 biochemical laboratory, the unknown experimental body has escaped out of the cabin, and the space station is on emergency alert! "

"The fire robot is out of contact, the foam extinguisher is not working, and the fire is spreading."

"It can't be helped! Close the oxygen valve!"

"Can't close! It's broken!"

"Damn it! The engineers are slacking off somewhere! Max, help me connect to the emergency radio channel!"

"Hey... Hey! Hello! I am the captain, is there anyone in area C who can breathe? You have to fight the fire yourself!"

"Captain...communication is restored...but the signal is not good..."

"Killed!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! They're coming, they're coming!"

"Sounds bad...Captain, close the hatch! Don't let those guys escape to Area B!"

"I'm Deputy Director Warren Rhodes... I'm in Area C... I... I'm infected! Let the security kill me!"

"God, what the hell is going on!"

"The signal is cut off again... a burst."

"The operating system has crashed! Wait... What's the voice over there? Intern, go and have a look!"

"My God, why did the safety door open? The cockpit is under attack!"

"Both the captain and navigator are dead...now I'm driving...ready to overload the hyperdrives...they're here...help...mom...help me..."

"Hey, hello! Is there anyone in the security room? Help! Help! The dormitory area is under attack! There is a big monster!"

"I'm Security Captain Atkins, my team members are dead... turned into some kind of creature's... dinner... I was injured too..."

"Please! Mr. Atkins, I'm Pete, the laboratory assistant, and Miss Dana is hiding in the bathroom 202 of the dormitory in Block B. Something is scratching the door with its claws!"

"Sorry, Mr. Pete, please forgive my inability to do anything. There is only one pistol with three bullets left, and I plan to keep the last one for myself. Please pray for yourselves. Farewell, colleagues."

"Anyone hear? The engineering team is trapped in the engine room, wait... what are those ostrich eggs... what the hell?...God! It broke the shell! The bloody little thing...they... ...Get into clothes! Bite!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

With a miserable howl, the recording ended,

The living room was silent, the secretary covered her mouth in fright,
Major Ron McIlroy raised his head and saw the calm faces of the members of the Alpha Tactical Squad. These old fritters have already experienced many battles and are fearless. The hacker Shaft chewed gum and said:

"Sounds bad enough."

"Shaft, be polite in front of the officer! I let you speak!" Lynch turned his head and blamed.

"Forget it, it's not in the army."

Ron leaned forward, holding a pipe in his left hand: "The recording just now came from the scientific exploration ship Oratius."

"Major, it's difficult to control effective information only with audio recordings. Isn't there surveillance data?"

"Unfortunately, our satellite only received part of the audio, and the video signal was artificially interfered during transmission."

"Man-made...it does not appear to be an ordinary laboratory accident."

"The Oratius is a brand new ship. It was shipped brand new the year before last. It has perfect safety equipment and well-trained personnel. It stands to reason that it is not easy to cause problems, unless there are insiders who make trouble."

"Yeah, the strongest fortresses are breached from within, aren't they commercial espionage?"

"Well, the board of directors also think so. You should have heard that when the accident happened, someone mentioned that someone shot and attacked the laboratory area. It is very likely that the attack was launched by our company's competitors."

The scientific research project being carried out on that ship is very valuable. The chairman was so angry that he made a fume during the meeting. I have his saliva on my head. The chairman called, Captain Marcus Lynch, you,
Had to call your alpha team back, so interrupted the vacation, sorry. "

"It doesn't matter, follow the call at any time, this is what we eat, I read the information, it's a bit strange, that ship is not our company."

"It's a subsidiary, to be precise, it's a wholly-owned subsidiary of McMillan Group Holdings,
In order to carry out some sensitive scientific research projects, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, some hot potatoes are handed over to subsidiaries, take scientific exploration ships, work in remote star areas, and evade legal supervision. Most companies do this. "

"Understood, we want to save people, right?"

"Saving people is a secondary task. The main task is to retrieve the samples of the experimental body. The company's scientific research department is very cautious, for fear of leaking secrets, just sent me an encrypted email, and I haven't had time to print it out. Let's take a look together. Sorry for the inconvenience. Miss Nina."

The female secretary is lying on the table, controlling the computer and the projector, playing a PPT slideshow,
Shaft took a sneak peek at the secretary's thighs tightly wrapped by stockings and the short skirt bulging out of her plump buttocks, and swallowed contentedly.

After playing, Lynch nodded and said:
"So that makes sense. A technical leader of the KMS Group was poached by our headhunter Xu with a high salary. He held shares in McMillan and became the boss of a wholly-owned subsidiary. He started a kind of... um ...not-so-legitimate bioweapons research.

How could the other side be willing to let it go? They sent commercial spies to infiltrate the Oratius, kill the scientist, and take away his research results. "

Lodayev said angrily: "Take job-hopping as betrayal? What the hell, give me a lot of money, return stocks, pay well and don't let him go! The boss of KMS is really a narrow-minded dog!"

"You should tell our chairman, maybe I will give you a salary increase if I am happy." Major Ron was amused: "Haha, today's business competition has no lower limit."

"When are you leaving?" Lynch asked.

"Now."

(End of this chapter)