I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Chapter 49 48. The White Supreme Will (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

Eastern Federation Pharmaceutical Company, Chairman's Office.

A body covered in white fluff slumped in the corner of the office, supported by dozens of white umbrella-shaped objects growing on its surface.

But neither the chairman behind the office nor his confidant standing in front of the desk noticed this corpse that had been starved to death, as if others couldn't see him at all.

The chairman asked:

"Is everything done?"

His confidant nodded:

"Yes, the members of the Prediction Department have no idea what we obtained. All those who knew have been secretly executed. Even if the other directors pore over the accounts and records, they will only know what you obtained from the Coordination Bureau.

"The Coordination Bureau knows about the existence of the Second Generation Mimicry Bacteria, but they can't possibly understand how great its existence truly is.

"Moreover, without research records, the other directors can't imagine what it is."

This was the seventeenth time the confidant had done something like this for the chairman. No one knew better than him what kind of ruthless character the chairman was, but no one was as trusted by the chairman as he was.

The confidant had even handed over the switch controlling his life and death to the man opposite him, and this had earned him a shortcut to power and wealth.

The chairman stared at the crystal-clear syringe on his desk, sighing:

"What a beautiful creature, it's just a pity it has some insignificant flaws."

The confidant's eyes revealed hope for the future as he looked at the syringe:

"The samples injected with the Second Generation Mimicry Bacteria can complete the transformation at an astonishing speed, and their physical strength is almost equivalent to the special individuals among ordinary Mimicry Bacteria infected. They also possess terrifying aggressiveness and a desire to spread…

"If we inject it into fifty volunteers, there will be eight-figure infected individuals in less than twenty years, and by then, we who have mastered the antidote will be making a fortune. We might even be able to reacquire other companies."

The chairman nodded:

"But that's not all, is it?"

The confidant said:

"Yes, but the Coordination Bureau can't understand what this is at all, and the sources of infection that are scattered outside can also be used to clear our names in the future."

They obtained two syringes, but in reality, only a few drops were enough. They had no reason to offend the Coordination Bureau, and frankly, the company had no say in front of the Coordination Bureau.

And Eastern Federation Biopharmaceuticals only had one rule—make money.

This was also the board of directors' only requirement.

Therefore, he couldn't tell the Prediction Department to get all of these things, the company couldn't just pay for it.

He was just the chairman.

But now that he thought about it, he was actually very puzzled by one thing, which was why he only had one confidant?

He simply couldn't imagine that he would make such a low-level and foolish mistake.

Thinking this, the chairman opened the drawer, and then, to the horror of his confidant, took out a small iron remote control.

"Why?" the confidant shouted in despair, he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting, "No matter what, I would never betray you. Even if I told others everything you asked me to do, it wouldn't shake your position and power. I never…"

The chairman said with a smile:

"Thank you for your contribution to the company."

Then he pressed it.

The confidant's body twitched a few times, his hands flailing as he staggered and fell, then his flesh began to dissolve into liquid from the inside out, and the liquid immediately evaporated without a trace.

The chairman knew that his confidant was particularly careful and had never done anything out of line, and he really had no reason to silence him.

At least not on the surface.

He pressed the remote control again.

Click.

The door locked.

The chairman breathed a sigh of relief, he only felt a little relaxed when he was alone.

He closed his eyes, sinking his body into the soft sofa chair, letting drowsiness overwhelm his thoughts.

Then, a white beam of light cut through the darkness.

"I have issued a confidentiality order to the members, Ma En, Qin Lan, and Hu Weifeng, only these three need to be dealt with. Qin Lan is a bit difficult, the other two are very simple…" Huang Qingfeng's figure loomed in the darkness, looking at him and saying, "Why do you have that expression?"

The chairman asked:

"You haven't destroyed the syringe yet?"

Huang Qingfeng said:

"I've already destroyed it, what's wrong?"

The chairman looked displeased:

"There must still be syringes out there, but I can't keep looking for them, otherwise the board of directors will definitely become suspicious. Do you have any news on your side?"

Huang Qingfeng also became a little anxious when he heard this:

"I've already sent my men to contact Ma En.

"But you know my identity is special. If we killed him according to the original plan, it would be very simple, but now the thing might be on him. Before we get accurate information, we must not act rashly.

"Give me some time."

The chairman emphasized:

"Don't you realize what will happen if someone uses the syringe? We will all die, without exception. The Supreme Will will also collapse, and they will take away our identities and status."

"Calm down," Huang Qingfeng said, "If the syringes are in the hospital, they will be safe, and even if Ma En gets them, he won't really use them."

"Assuming he's smart," the chairman shook his head, "But how do you know? Maybe he's an idiot, or some kind of lunatic, after all, he was in a mental hospital a few days ago."

Huang Qingfeng said:

"Don't rush, if we reveal ourselves, it's all over. We can't let them become suspicious.

"How about this, I actually have some other preparations. There is a wealthy man in Dongxin Prefecture who is our compatriot. He has some illegal forces, and his son died in the Victor Sanatorium not long ago, and had an unpleasant encounter with Ma En.

"I will go and let him understand the greatness of the Supreme Will, help him carry out his first evolution, and guide him to hire ability users who can deal with Ma En, and then capture that guy to interrogate where the syringe is.

"This way we won't be suspected."

The chairman asked suspiciously:

"Can he handle it?"

Huang Qingfeng nodded:

"Of course, I personally watched Ma En's ability test. He's not the kind of ability user who is very good at fighting. As long as there is prior preparation, ordinary killers can kill him.

"But now we can't kill him."

The chairman nodded:

"Then let's do that, don't forget to deal with the other two who know about it."

Huang Qingfeng replied:

"Of course, we must not let the existence of this thing be known by other forces."

Moreover, he didn't have any good feelings for the ability users of the Coordination Bureau anyway.

The chairman's mood finally calmed down slightly.

Before he got his hands on the thing, even he hadn't imagined what those biologists had created. Originally, he had been looking forward to what new benefits this thing would bring to his race.

But what flowed inside was the apocalypse.