Red Moon Returns

The aggressive rioters looked embarrassed and could not say a complete sentence. They looked at the soldiers with fierce faces and the crying little girl and retreated with red faces.

The several emergency nuns who were responsible for blocking and identifying injuries at the door seemed to be used to it. Their emotions were almost unchanged. They sighed calmly. Someone hugged the little nun aside and comforted her softly. Another person came over and asked her to follow her and let her lead the way to see Ms. Nightingale.

Looking at the chaos at the door, Officer Natalie's face was gloomy and her hand was on the hilt of the sword.

Wanting to distribute according to the disturbance itself is an act of disrupting order. It is not only embarrassing, but also unfair to other people who abide by the order. As a police officer who follows the order, of course, she strongly opposes it. Not drawing the sword on the spot is quite restrained.

Lynch also frowned. He also couldn't stand these things.

Lynch had seen these people's performance more than once in the movies and TV series in his previous life. The fear of death and the desire for life are both human nature and understandable, but he did not agree.

It is not the time to allocate people according to the noise. Blocking the door or rushing in will not do anything except create countless troubles and dangers for the people of the Suffering Church. If it is really like those who were squeezed in by neighbors and family, it is understandable. In fact, those people are the smartest. Now they are comfortably arranged to stay in the hotel for free. They can walk around when they have nothing to do. They live quite comfortably except worrying about their own illness. Once the drugs are mass-produced, they will definitely be given priority for any reason.

It is a model of creating difficulties even if there are no difficulties.

Lynch moved his mouth and was about to say something, but Miss Diana shook her head at him and Natalie, and pulled the two of them inside:

"If reasoning is useful, these people would have left long ago. This is not the first time I have seen such a thing. It is useless to say anything. Instead of wasting time on them, it is better to deal with our affairs quickly and let them disperse earlier, so as to help relieve the pressure of the believers inside earlier."

As he said, the three of them had entered the white tower. The first glance at the interior made Lynch feel a little distressed.

The originally clean and tidy tower hall has now become like a refugee camp.

A large number of simple mats filled the hall, with only a small path for people to pass through. The wounded lying on the mats groaned loudly from time to time, making the atmosphere in the hall like a nightmare. The personal belongings of the wounded were piled up next to the mats, dirty and messy, and there were many bloody and torn clothes that had not been cleaned up in time, just piled in the corner, emitting bursts of bloody smell.

"Sister, sister, I'm in so much pain."

"Sister, I seem to have a fever."

"Madam, my wound has split, help me."

"Make way, make way." In the chaotic voice, a white-robed nun soon came running with a standard small medicine box, making a sharp voice while running, "Nina, number seven needs to change the dressing. Jessica, number fifteen is looking for you, Tracy, number one's wound is bleeding..."

The nun took off the bandage of a wounded person in a few seconds, and her eyes were still patrolling around. While moving quickly, her eyes kept patrolling around, and she shouted from time to time:

"Number 11, wake up, move your arm, number four, you should take medicine, hey, don't move, you can't even bear to change the bandage, a grown man is so afraid of pain, and you, you are chewing tobacco secretly again, right..."

Doing one thing with your feet, doing one thing with your hands, looking at one thing with your eyes, saying one thing with your mouth, everything has been done in a flash, and it blows away like the wind.

She was not the only one. The nuns running in the whole hall were in this state. They shuttled around hundreds of wounded people. Among the debris in the corners and even the blood-stained rags, nuns could occasionally be seen sleeping in their clothes. In such a harsh environment, they were still sleeping soundly. The shouts around them were difficult to wake them up.

It seems that we are not the only ones who are sleepless for this. Everyone is carrying a heavy burden.

The three of them looked at each other and didn't waste time. They went straight to the third floor.

As soon as they arrived at this floor, the noise below quickly faded away, and the chaotic scene disappeared. The surroundings became quiet in an instant, but in this rare silence, there was a faint roar coming from the depths of the third floor.

The Church of Suffering is not a special religious building like the Dark Night Cathedral. It also includes the functions of a hospital. Usually, the first floor is a treatment area open to everyone, and the second and third floors are the internal areas of the church. But at this time, the patient was under too much pressure, and the second floor was temporarily occupied, but the third floor could not be opened to the public anyway, because it was the territory of God and had great significance in religious studies.

But there were exceptions, such as today.

There were many people standing on the platform outside the stairs on the third floor, dressed in different clothes, obviously from different forces, presumably the entourage of the invited bigwigs, and there were a few familiar ones, they were all members of Princess Sofia's guard and the Duke's Palace guard. It seemed that after a night's rest, these two came back again.

"Ah~~~"

Just thinking about it, an increasingly clear roar came into the ears of the three people, not unfamiliar, this was the roar from the infected. With the first roar, roars sounded one after another, which made Lynch seem to have returned to the night when Dr. Swen locked himself up in many infected people in his memory.

Although he was shocked, looking at the expressions of the others around him, the three of them probably understood that these howling people must be the protagonists of today, and they were a little impatient.

Finally, the three were taken to a heavily guarded room deep in the third floor. As soon as they entered the door, Lynch felt as if he had entered a science fiction film from a historical film. This is a large white room with a huge transparent glass wall on one side of the room and a room similar to a modern laboratory opposite the glass.

In the laboratory, eight infected people were tied to the laboratory table, struggling and roaring constantly, while seven or eight people in white robes were wrapped tightly, wearing iconic bird-beak masks, busy among the infected.

On Lynch's side, less than twenty people gathered, basically all unfamiliar faces, only Her Royal Highness the Princess and Duke Wayne were familiar faces.

The entry of the three immediately attracted everyone's attention. As soon as they saw Lynch's figure clearly, the princess and the Duke greeted him with a smile, and others also took the initiative to come up and introduce Lynch one by one under the leadership of His Excellency the Duke.

These are representatives of several powerful countries, as well as representatives of some world secret societies. The forces behind them are the leaders of this global drug distribution activity, so they were invited. In addition, people with status are not qualified to come in.

They were all big shots, but seeing that Lynch, a new socialite, was also invited, they still came up to make themselves familiar with him. This made Lynch's expression a little subtle, and he remembered that when he first attended the cocktail party hosted by Princess Chloe a few months ago, he could only make himself familiar with a group of small nobles. Now, after a few months, his position has suddenly changed so much.

Life is really a very wonderful thing.

"You are finally here."

As they were greeting each other, Nightingale's old voice sounded from the other side of the glass, and the old woman waved her hand on the other side:

"Since everyone is here, then, the first drug test is ready to begin."