"Believe me, there are real ghouls here!"
In a makeshift tent erected around the laboratory complex, Benjamin, draped in a black cloak, screamed, his body shaking madly. "Really? I know ghouls too well. I've seen countless ghouls. They're definitely performing a sacrificial ritual! Quick, fire! Blow this place to the ground!"
Although Benjamin looked scary and made people feel that the situation was very serious, no one was willing to listen to him and blow up the laboratory to the ground.
The reason is that they have not yet obtained the experimental reports from the laboratory, and the laboratory is too close to Boston.
Moreover, the army's siege of this place also attracted the attention of some media. If the Boston government intends to raze this place to the ground, it will inevitably make the Boston residents who had originally settled down become very nervous.
"Relax, my friend."
Michelle comforted Benjamin, but his attitude was very clear, that is, he did not support him.
Michelle was still thinking about rushing into the laboratory with the "Scepter of God" and clearing out the monsters inside, so as to establish enough prestige to build a large Church of Eternal Night in the center of Boston.
It is unlikely that the entire laboratory complex will be razed to the ground unless it is absolutely necessary.
After all, in the eyes of the government, the current situation is still "controllable" and has not reached the point of destruction.
However, except for Michelle who comforted Benjamin, the rest of the people present were somewhat dissatisfied with Benjamin's roar.
In addition to the military, government officials, Michelle, and Smith, there were four extraordinary people from the US military, namely the deep divers who completed their evolution in the Boston Evolution.
"Mr. Benjamin looks tired. Someone, take Mr. Benjamin to rest for a while."
After ignoring Benjamin's roar, several soldiers followed the general's orders and forcibly took Benjamin away to calm him down. The general also began to explain the situation.
When the general said their mission was to obtain the laboratory's experimental records, Smith raised a question.
"I'd like to ask, aren't experimental records recorded electronically these days? Why aren't they transferred to a computer? Why do we need to go in and get them?"
As a history teacher at Columbia University, Smith had a clear understanding of science and technology, and it was unclear why such primitive means were used to enter the laboratory to obtain information.
“That’s a good question.”
The general nodded and began to explain to Smith, "This laboratory is a national-level laboratory. To prevent intelligence leaks, the network inside is not connected to the outside world and is isolated from all signals. Only special government signals can communicate with it."
"And the daily records need to be uploaded at 8 a.m. We only have the ability to communicate, not directly obtain intelligence."
"We've determined that the monsters created in the lab are most likely related to their research. Therefore, the research results that haven't yet been uploaded are crucial. This is also our military's mission objective."
The general firmly believed that monsters would not appear out of thin air. The appearance of monsters in a remote place like a laboratory was most likely due to something going wrong in their research, causing the monsters to massacre the entire laboratory.
As for the "ghoul" mentioned by Benjamin, the general will also give it some attention, but it will not be the key intelligence.
After all, in the eyes of humans, there is not much difference between Benjamin and the monsters inside. The only difference is that Benjamin can talk and understand cooperation, while the monsters inside only know how to kill.
"Our original plan was to charge in directly, covering every corner of the laboratory and clearing the way with machine guns and grenades."
The general chuckled and continued, "However, this will force our army to engage the monsters head-on, and the casualties will be heavy. With your help, our casualties will be minimized."
The general's understanding of monsters still remained at the terrifying figure towering into the sky in the Atlantic Ocean. He was afraid of such monsters and believed that a head-on battle would inevitably result in heavy losses.
Not only him, but also the military and government of at least seven or eight states near Massachusetts and New York had this impression. In their impression, monsters were like the Eye of Destruction in New York State and Dagon in the Atlantic Ocean. The lesser ones were the Mother of Worms and Rianna who could cause great chaos.
As for the 40,000 Deep Divers who failed to evolve... in their view, these were just civilians affected, and the real power came from Dagon.
"Wait... You mean we should form an assault team and charge in?"
An official deep diver couldn't help but say, "This is too dangerous. James died in there!"
"James is only one person, and there are four of you!"
The general frowned, seeming somewhat dissatisfied with the Deep Diver. "Besides, with the two members of the Church of Eternal Night here, this matter is absolutely foolproof."
"Not only that, a professionally trained elite team will enter with you. We will also try our best to steal the monitoring rights in the laboratory and find out the situation." The chief of staff added.
These officially recruited deep divers undoubtedly scoffed at the so-called "professionally trained elite team".
They all knew that the elite team was like dessert in front of monsters. The last time the elite team was sent out, apart from reporting "heavy casualties", there was no news at all.
What is the role of such an elite team?
As if sensing the reluctance on the divers' faces, the Chief of Staff sighed deeply and said, "Murphy, I know you don't want to go in, but on behalf of the military, I promise that as long as you are willing to go in, you will receive a reward of five million!"
"Five million?!"
The four deep divers all expressed some interest.
Two months ago, they were just ordinary people in Boston, and five million was extremely attractive to them.
"Okay, I promise you."
The leader of the Deep Divers, the mixed-race black and white named "Murphy," nodded, glanced at the time, and said, "It's 4:03 PM now. We'll retreat at 5:33 PM. I only promise an hour and a half."
"Okay, without further ado, please set off immediately!"
The Chief of Staff nodded, then looked at Michelle and Smith. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "You two..."
Michelle interrupted the Chief of Staff and said with a smile, "There's no need to say more, Mr. Chief of Staff. As apostles of our Lord, we will naturally help you solve your difficulties."
Although he said this, Michelle vaguely felt that there seemed to be a sense of crisis in the scientific research laboratory not far away.
What Benjamin said might not be untrue. There might really be zombies performing mysterious and terrifying sacrificial rituals here.
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