Chapter 343: A child favored by miracles, or a source of disaster

Dr. Light glared at Dr. Clef for a while, until the latter took the top hat off his face, revealing his peculiar three eyes, and then looked back at the computer on the side.

After this site director operated for a while.

The news broadcast was turned off, and the screen was replaced by the architectural structure diagram of the hospital and the underground pipeline distribution map of the surrounding area—

Under the north line,

Blue, green, yellow, red, orange, and purple lines extended straight, intersecting each other, weaving a network, showing the full picture of the entire building from another perspective.

"This explosion is not normal."

As she spoke, Dr. Light shook the laser pointer, sketching on the projection screen.

According to the intensity of the explosion, the degree of damage to the building, the earthquake level...

And a series of data.

The conclusion reached by the Foundation is:

Either someone is carrying out a terrorist attack in the hospital, hiding hundreds of kilograms of high-energy explosives;

Or the federal government has nothing to do and is firing missiles at the hospital.

"... So, there must be abnormal factors inside."

Indeed... Dr. Clef nodded frequently, but his eyes were not focused on the light spot.

It must be said that although the Foundation is occasionally teased by internal employees—"We contain, we fail, we run."

When the critical moment comes, facing the anomalies mixed in daily life, the Foundation is always the one that reacts quickly, controlling the anomalies that may pose a threat to the human world.

"But this does not have strong proof... What follows is the change in the Hume index in the area."

As Dr. Light's voice fell, the two-dimensional projection screen changed suddenly, and the Hume index was visualized as a curve graph, distributed in three-dimensional space.

And the place with the highest peak coincided exactly with the hospital where the explosion occurred.

Undoubtedly, there is a strong reality distortion here.

"The task force and agents have already set off for the scene, and I believe there will be corresponding news soon. Calling everyone here is also to be prepared in advance."

Dr. Light turned off the laser pointer and looked around at everyone sitting in the conference room.

Everyone here is a doctor of the Foundation, their authority is not low, everyone is a talent, and everyone has unique skills.

No, maybe it's better to let me go over, stuff the shotgun into the target's mouth, then blow its head off with one shot, and sprinkle its fragments evenly on the snow, that counts as an effective response...

Dr. Clef twisted his lips.

He watched every anomaly equally, execution or containment, of course, except for his daughter.

Only at this time did he feel like a Foundation researcher, a doctor...

Rather than a sad old father separated from his daughter...

Dr. Light knew nothing about this and explained everything in a normal tone.

After the doctors present nodded one after another, indicating that they had no questions about the previous topics, she continued to advance:

"O5 councilors have already used their private connections to let the state government notify the press and let them report as shown in the picture."

"We have to be prepared for containment, arrange Scranton Reality Anchors, apply for the use of Mind-Shielding Alloy when necessary, the defense level of the entire site is upgraded, security personnel are in their positions..."

Sigh—it's always troublesome.

Dr. Clef breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and relaxed his mood.

I hope the newcomer this time is not a troublesome guy.

Every site of the Foundation is stuffed with a bunch of strange anomalies. If a comprehensive containment failure occurs once...

Dr. Clef didn't dare to think about how terrible the consequences would be.

But if he thought about it, it would just be a "Deus Ex Machina" to restart the world.

Used to it.

Dr. Light continued to explain the subsequent arrangements for the site, and she didn't announce the end of the meeting until the Foundation personnel arrived at the scene.

Dr. Clef didn't leave immediately, continuing to put his feet on the conference table, seemingly starting to sleep.

The chandeliers were turned off one by one.

"Click—"

As the last light went out, the entire conference room fell into darkness, and the light from the corridor seeped in through the door crack, barely outlining the contours of the items in the room.

And in this nearly pitch-black room, Clef's green, blue, and light brown eyes were extremely clear, quietly watching the screen in front of the conference room.

"Cool, Dr. Clef, if you pull the trigger of the shotgun again at this time, it will be even more flavorful."

"As expected of one of the four doctors of the apocalypse, from the beginning of the meeting to the end, he never cared about the feelings of the site director."

"... So, how many instruments for detecting the Hume index has the Foundation prepared to be able to draw such an accurate chart?"

"Not few, the Foundation is simply pervasive, infiltrating all walks of life, it can only be said that it is worthy of the Administrator, who laid out everything early on."

"Caring for the empty-nested Dr. Clef, starting with me."

Screen switch.

Above the ruins of the hospital, the fire was almost extinguished, and only a few flames and smoldering wooden products were still a threat.

But the violent explosion made the place extremely chaotic:

Rubble, fragments of medical equipment, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere;

The air was filled with the smell of unpleasant smoke and dust, mixed with the smell of burning and scorching.

In the heavy snow, it was dark and desolate.

Red and blue police lights, shrill sirens, endless human voices, whistling wind, crying of victims' families...

"So miserable..."

A young reporter couldn't bear it.

He sighed like this, but saw a team of silent figures moving inward without stopping.

Just as he aimed his lens at the team of silent rescuers, an armed police officer blocked his lens:

"Hello, please show your interview permit, we need to ensure the order of the scene."

The reporter was stunned, slowly raised his head, and looked at the majestic police officer in front of him with some disbelief. ===== CHAPTER 345 =====