Chapter 72: A Report [Seeking Data!]

After Robert left the conference room, the first thing he did was spray himself with mosquito repellent perfume.

Although this type of mosquito had the characteristic of cold resistance, fortunately, it hadn't lost its sense of smell.

This agent, who had undergone the Foundation's human enhancement surgery, still didn't feel at ease after doing these preparations.

He changed into heavy winter clothing, put on warm gloves, covered his entire neck and the back of his head with a scarf, and then put on a fleece hat.

Now, even if there were damn mosquitoes, they could only bite his face.

Just then, a young soldier carrying a black briefcase knocked on his door.

He first handed a stack of documents to Robert:

"Sir, this is what you requested: geological survey records, hydrological data, climate change data..."

Then, he took out several file bags and introduced the contents of each:

"These are the research projects conducted by 34 biological, chemical, and medical laboratories in this region since the establishment of the Alliance."

"Except for top-secret files currently being re-audited by the Supreme Commander, this is all the data."

Robert took the heavy documents and sighed in his heart.

Even this kind of file is shared with the Foundation... What level of secrets did the Foundation exchange for this...

Calmly sorting out the key points, Robert gave the soldier a standard military salute:

"Thank you, soldier."

"Clap!"

The soldier immediately clicked his heels, pulled in his stomach, puffed out his chest, held his head high, and returned a military salute.

Afterward, he turned and left.

The moment the door was closed, Robert saw a column of thick smoke rising from the direction of the city.

The situation was getting worse.

"Time is running out..."

The smoke column was like a sharp thorn, piercing the false comfort.

Robert placed the documents on the table and turned on the desk lamp.

The live stream footage also zoomed in accordingly.

Files with different security levels were stacked together like ordinary printed materials.

Just the bright red "Confidential" lettering was enough to make the audience's heartbeats accelerate.

"Topography mapping, hmm, no... River diversion, no..."

Robert picked up the reports one by one and tossed them aside.

He first read the titles, removing those reports that clearly had no problems.

Then he browsed roughly, filtering out those that might have issues.

In less than half an hour, Robert's gaze froze.

He thought he had found the answer.

It was a geological survey report.

Not long ago, a scientific expedition team came to a nearby glacier to take samples of the ice layer there.

This report claimed that they had discovered a protein crystal never seen before and listed various physiological changes that occurred after injecting this protein into local mice.

The mice first developed high fevers and severe symptoms of cold intolerance, then entered a state of deep coma.

As for how these mice were handled, it was even more simple and crude.

They just snapped their cervical vertebrae and threw them into the trash can they carried with them.

But the next day, those mice had vanished; they guessed that an owl or a ferret had taken the opportunity to snatch them away.

And at the end of the report, they mentioned that they would use the university's electron microscope to further study this special protein crystal.

Robert's eyes twitched rapidly, browsing through the entire report at the fastest speed.

The muscles on his face stiffened:

"Oh, fu..."

Should he throw this researcher into a zombie cage?

Or should he praise him for being so lucky that he wasn't attacked by the zombie mice?

Robert felt his blood pressure rise significantly.

He immediately called for the guards and handed the document to them.

Not long after, he was informed that a team of soldiers would accompany him to the university shortly.

And as for the glacier, a team of C-class researchers would go to handle it.

Robert took his equipment, received a rifle and spare magazines, and rushed toward the assembly point.

The night in the snow country was a deep red.

A tank was responsible for clearing the way, and a tracked vehicle was responsible for carrying the operation personnel.

Not long after they left.

"Doo—doo—" ===== CHAPTER 74 =====