Within the research base.
When Zhang Long arrived at the scene with a group of soldiers, the whole scene was in a mess. Dead bodies were lying on the ground, and all the equipment and equipment were smashed, as if there were beasts invading.
This was the laboratory's supply room. It contained a large amount of rare blood, all of which had been recruited from all over the country's blood library, specially prepared for patients like Jason, who had panda blood.
This was originally a clean land.
But five minutes ago, there was an ear-piercing alarm.
Zhang Long arrived at the scene with his men at the first time, but it was still a little late.
More than a dozen staff members in the room were all killed, including the four soldiers who were guarding there. All of them were lying on the ground, and their bodies were still in the position of holding guns. However, Zhang Long checked and found that although the guns in their hands were all loaded, they didn't shoot out. They died in a hurry, and their necks were twisted off directly by the enemy without any preparation.
"We've checked. The blood stored here has been taken away, and not a single drop was left."
The person who came was the head of the institute. His face was pale, and he was carrying a transparent bag in his hand.
"What is this?" Zhang Long glanced at the bag and asked with a frown.
"A plasma pouch. It's the only one left behind, but all of the blood inside has been drained..." The person in charge said with an awkward look on his face.
"Finished?" Zhang Long was stunned. He took a closer look and found that a corner of the blood plasma bag in the head's hand was broken. The hole was irregularly shaped, and around it, there were obvious teeth marks...
"Drinking blood?" Even Zhang Long, who had gone through a baptism of blood and fire, couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air when he saw this scene.
"That's right, the blood in the bag should have been drunk by him on the spot. The rest of the things that were taken away are probably for later use..." The person in charge said in a trembling voice. This was completely beyond the scope of his understanding. Dripping blood was a wild animal's behavior, and it was not beneficial to human body at all. Who did this?
"Didn't the monitor take any record of what happened?" Zhang Long asked.
"Ten minutes ago, the entire surveillance line of the institute was out of control, and it hadn't been repaired yet..." The person in charge explained.
"Clean up the scene, repair the surveillance, and inform Deputy Wang to take his men to the institute immediately. Make sure they are on the first level alert and begin the preparations for evacuation!"
Zhang Long finished his words and immediately left with his men.
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