17th inning.
The entire organization was delighted to receive the massive $50 million bail.
According to regulations, this money will be deposited into an account designated by the police station.
However, withdrawing a portion of the interest in advance to distribute as bonuses to everyone is still not a problem.
As for Cao Kun's identity as both a Hollywood producer and an exorcist, no one cared.
Don't even mention that Cao Kun is just a Chinese American; he's someone they often bully.
Even more than 20 years later, the former president and current candidate of the United States can still be arrested and searched at will, right?
He nearly died from gunshot wounds several times in a row.
Compared to people like that, Cao Kun, a mere Chinese American, is even less of a concern to them.
For several days in a row, the 17th session was the same as usual, with nothing special happening.
A few days later, apart from a few people who were still discussing Cao Kun, the vast majority of people no longer mentioned him.
All they were talking about was how much more bonus they could get this month.
Where to go for a weekend getaway?
What kind of girl did I meet at the bar last night?
In Hollywood movies, the image of American police officers is mostly that of paragons of virtue and justice.
But in reality, they swear constantly, always have "f" in their mouths, and are always smoking and drinking.
Stripped of his disguise, he looks more like a thug than a petty thug himself.
That day, York suddenly felt unwell.
He first felt some discomfort in his stomach, and then he started to have a fever.
At first, he didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just a cold, and casually went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and went home.
But the next day, he also started to feel discomfort in his lungs.
When he arrived at the station, he discovered that not only him, but also Connor and others, were experiencing symptoms of discomfort to varying degrees.
York asked Connor, puzzled, "What's wrong? Is it Lyme disease?"
In the 1990s, a contagious disease called Lyme disease broke out in the United States.
The outbreak is very widespread, affecting not only humans but also animals.
The main symptoms are: fatigue, chills and fever, headache, nausea, vomiting, and joint pain.
This is somewhat similar to their current symptoms.
Connor frowned and said, "I don't know, I'll call my doctor and ask."
Connor found the phone and dialed the number, describing his symptoms. The other party said, "Lyme disease is basically under control; the probability is relatively small."
It's probably just a common viral cold.
Connor: "But everyone in our entire organization has been infected."
The other party said: "It's normal. The most important characteristic of a viral outbreak is that it is contagious. You work together, eat together, train together, and catch thieves together."
Cross-infection via droplets, bodily fluids, and aerosols is perfectly normal.
Connor was still worried: "Can I go over and check on it?"
The other party said, "Connor, my patient schedule is booked for the next three months. If you want to come, I can make an appointment for you, and I will notify you in advance when the time comes."
"Fuck," Connor cursed under his breath and hung up the phone.
After telling York what he had learned, York asked, "Should we go to a private hospital?"
Connor: "Can you afford the expensive bills?"
York replied without hesitation, "I can't afford that. How about we go through the police's special lane?"
Connor: "I'll apply."
The application has been submitted, but approval won't be quick.
At this point, everyone in Bureau 17 was wondering if they had eaten something bad.
Or perhaps it was a viral infection that spread from somewhere else.
And who was the first to spread it back, and then infected everyone else?
Ultimately, they kept pointing the finger at York because he was the first to fall ill.
They openly and secretly mocked him relentlessly.
None of them considered whether this was related to the Chinese man who had just posted $50 million bail.
Another day passed, and everyone's condition suddenly worsened.
York was deathly pale, his internal organs aching terribly, and he lay on his bed at home, unable to get up.
Connor was the same; his body was covered in large patches of black spots, some parts of which were as hard as stone, while others were transparent and shiny.
With just a gentle poke of your finger, pus will flow out.
More importantly, the pain was like being cut all over the body with knives, countless times more painful than being shot.
Their body temperatures spiked rapidly, with the highest reaching 42 degrees Celsius and the lowest still reaching 39 degrees Celsius.
If this temperature doesn't come down, it could easily burn a person into a state of mental insanity.
A fever indicates the presence of a virus in the body, and the body's immune system is working hard to fight it.
The temperature rises, just like when a machine is working, it gets hot.
If a high fever persists, it means that the viruses are too resilient and the immune system cannot kill them, requiring constant intervention.
The end result is that the immune system completely collapses, and the body is consumed by the virus.
Of course, this is without using external force, that is, drugs.
In just three days, all 327 staff members of the 17th Bureau became seriously ill and bedridden, without exception.
This startled the police in country M, who rushed them to the hospital.
A meeting is underway in a hospital conference room.
The director of Los Angeles headquarters personally came to attend the meeting.
Also present were several high-ranking officials from the State Administration of Radio and Television, the hospital's president, and several experts.
The Los Angeles Police Department Chief is named McCourt Cobb, 58 years old, and has a receding hairline.
Like most police officers in the US, he was so fat that he had to walk sideways to get through the door.
McCourt-Cobb asked the hospital director with a grave expression, "How is the situation?"
The dean's hair was already gray, and he was also very fat.
Wearing a hastily found white coat, he said with a serious expression, "We have collected multiple samples."
After multiple tests, samples were sent to the biology lab at the University of California.
However, no matter how many tests we and the University of California conducted, their illness was caused by some kind of virus.
McCourt-Cobb said in a deep voice, "That's not what I want to hear. What I want to know is, what exactly is this disease, and can it be cured?"
The dean gently shook his head: "I'm sorry, this is a new type of virus, not in the current virus database, so we don't know about it."
Currently, the only treatment available is to administer antibiotics to help reduce inflammation and pain.
At the same time, based on past experience, antiviral drugs were administered.
I cannot guarantee whether it can be cured.
McCourt-Cobb was silent for a moment: "Will they die?"
Dean: "If their immune system cannot defeat these viruses, then..."
McCourt Cobb: "Was it a painful death?"
Dean: "Yes, it was excruciating pain that made me die."
McCourt Cobb slammed his hand on the table, and the room fell into complete silence.
McCourt-Cobb's face was extremely grim: "Do everything you can to save them."
"We will," the dean stated, but made no promise that he could cure the patient.
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