Chong’s soul slowly descended in the high altitude, with damp wind spreading everywhere. The wind carried countless dissatisfied questions:
“Why aren’t you infected?” “Why do you have antibodies?” “Why are you spared?” …
Chong clenched his teeth, covering his ears with his hand. He struggled to lift his head; the massive passenger plane disintegrated in the high sky, black and red flames intertwining, with wing trails spiraling towards the valley.
A very familiar and violent voice rang in his ear: “Where is the ultimate antibody?
Chong gritted his teeth and struggled, but an invisible force seemed to pry open his hand, roaring: “Where’s the shock-resistant and freezing box you carried after the crash? Tell me, or I’ll use the electric shock device!”
Chong paused, his feet suddenly touching the ground. Bewildered in the dream, he looked up to see an elderly yet sharp-eyed general turning in the armchair behind the desk:
“The exercise has ended. It’s unexpected that you’ve come to find me… What can I do for you, Instructor Noah Chong?”
This was a spacious office with afternoon military camp sunlight quietly dancing in the air.
Chong closed his eyes, then opened them blankly, speechless under the other’s sharp gaze.
Then he heard his own voice, slightly rusty from long disuse of Chinese: “The Pandora virus is out of control.”
With just one sentence, the old general’s expression dramatically changed: “What did you say?!”
“Two weeks ago, all experimental subjects at the White Eagle base turned into zombies. The laboratory has concealed this information. In response, the Romuel family has initially cultivated an antibody sample theoretically capable of spreading to all humans, but refuses to create an antidote vaccine.”
The young White Eagle instructor looked down at the stunned general:
“I know your country is also conducting related research. Without a vaccine, the final result of all experiments will inevitably be virus leakage, dragging the entire earth into a zombie apocalypse.”
The old general stood up, taking deep breaths and lowering his voice cautiously: “What exactly are you trying to say?”
At that moment, Chong finally realized who this elderly man in the dream was and why he looked familiar—Guo Jinsong, the late grandfather of Guo Weixiang, deputy director of Country C’s National Security Department!
“I’m here to collaborate,” Chong said calmly.
