Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 15 Self-disclosure
"Get up, get up!"

"I'm going to knock your ass open! Then I'll kick you hard again!"

……

Sarah's tone-deaf homemade country heavy metal vocals blared from the alarm clock.

"Bitch Stark!"

"Fuck!!"

With his eyes closed, George hurriedly took out a dagger from the bedside table and threw it out.

【Crack! ! 】

The short knife pierced through the rubber casing of the alarm clock, and the huge force directly brought it flying out and inserted it into the wall panel.

It can be seen that there are many traces of knives or heavy objects hitting the wall.

Turned over.

George put the pillow over his head.

It's not over yet.

Sure enough, the alarm clock riddled with holes was extremely strong. Two slender mechanical arms protruded from its round body, and two bionic machines protruded from under it, which could swing freely and even be fixed on a smooth wall. limb.

It struggled to pull itself up from the wall with the dagger attached, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

Two mechanical hands stretched out behind and turned the clockwork, and the heavy metal music sounded again.

In such an atmosphere filled with magic sounds, the alarm clock with grown arms and legs climbed to George's ear.

"Okay, I'm up, tell me what you want!"

【Snapped! 】

Pressing a button on top of the alarm clock, George broke down.

This alarm clock is a gadget made by Tony Stark in his spare time. He gave one to each of his senior employees to remind them not to be late.

Sarah, as the deputy director of the security department, of course received this gift.

Speaking of which, on the black market, the single price of this limited-edition Stark alarm clock handcrafted from precious metals and genuine leather has even reached tens of thousands of dollars.

Sarah's voice came from the alarm clock's microphone.

"A δ-type infected body has appeared in Flushing, you all flee to the Manhattan area immediately!"

Only this sentence.

In an instant, although there was still gum hanging from the corners of his eyes and his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, George's expression suddenly turned cold.

It's as if the whole person's soul has changed.

He felt a wave of fear enveloping his body with a chill.

Delta-type infectious bodies... are very dangerous.

It may even affect Queens, near Flushing.

Infected bodies, that is, the aliens mentioned in the system copywriting, have appeared in New York for two years so far.

The World Security Council has carried out a professional risk classification for this diseased individual, and used Greek letters as the classification.

There are currently six levels in total.

α (Low-risk individual that can be tackled by a single armed law enforcement officer, non-infectious, sluggish)
β (a low-risk individual that requires at least one professional military personnel to deal with, has a certain degree of infectivity, and the individual quality is still within the normal biological category)
γ (high-risk variants that are difficult to handle by one person, highly infectious, non-biological appearance, difficult to kill, and the weaknesses of any single individual are different, it is recommended to use dum bombs and white phosphorus incendiary bombs for harmless treatment)

δ (Highly infectious and high-level disease variants that require a large number of modern troops and highly lethal explosive weapons to solve. This type of infection is very dangerous and very strange. It is recommended to dispatch special counter forces)

ε (a particularly dangerous diseased individual capable of destroying an entire urban area, the source of infection it carries can infect more than 10 people, and the level of harm is close to a small-scale war)

ζ (Under the premise of letting it go, after a certain period of time, it can cause extinction harm to the entire American race)
For example, the believers who appeared in the school last time classified the danger level into γ according to the destructive power, infectiousness and sense of crisis spread.

And the heterogeneity that the two police officers turned into after being infected was still judged as a level 1 heterogeneity by the system, but it was classified as β in the Security Council's danger level classification.

A ζ-type infected body once appeared in the center of New York.

But it did not cause too much harm. When it first appeared in the city, it was immediately torn into pieces by some mysterious force, and then turned into powder, not even dregs left.

The government took the lead in investigating the incident, and almost all relevant agencies, including S.H.I.E.L.D., participated in it, but found no clues.

Only George knew that it happened to be Brick Street where it had appeared.

A division of an organization exists here.

Namely the New York sanctuary of Karma Taj...

Probably at that time Master Gu Yi was in the Sanctuary in New York.

Harry was nowhere to be found in either house.

George dialed his phone.

"Harry, where are you?!"

Harry: "I, I, uh, I'm out...running at night..."

George: "You fucking out running at four o'clock in the morning?!"

Harry: "Yes, while running, eating spicy sticks while running..."

George: "Tell me honestly, have you been discouraged to be a duck?"

Harry: "..."

George: "When you're fucking walking, the priest in the parish next door doesn't even bother to stop and take a look. Is there really a pervert who is willing to empty your intestines?"

George: "Or did you call a chicken? Let me tell you, you're dead. I'm going to tell Stark about it, and let him cut your pocket money for living expenses and experiment funds."

George: "You won't take me with you if you call for a chicken."

Harry: ...

George: "You son of a bitch is nothing."

Harry: "..."

【when! 】

There was a pounding sound from Harry's side.

He seemed to be calming himself down.

After a while, he said:
"I received the news earlier than you, and I'm almost in Flushing now."

"Wearing your Snow Mastiff No. 1?"

"Uh...it's actually Titan One."

George said, "Why didn't you call me?"

Harry: "I'm afraid you'll become cannon fodder."

George: "?"

Harry: "Okay okay I admit..."

George: "Look, I know you still have your dad on your mind."

Harry: "I admit that I am worried that you will be infected and disgust me, and again, I am your father."

"Fuck you, you should have called me."

George sighed.
"Son, you are chivalrous and courageous, so why aren't your father and I chivalrous and courageous?"

"But you don't have armor, and I only have one set of the Titan series now, and I made it according to my own physique. To be honest, you are too small, and you may get stuck in the crotch when you come in."

"I remember I was 157 when I took a ruler to measure it last time. Are some people only 136?"

Harry: "Fuck you."

George was silent for a moment.

Harry waited for about a minute: "Is there anything else? I'll go there first. I brought a big knife that was turned on a lathe, maybe I can help."

George didn't hesitate any longer. He said, "Son, you dance with the smell of the chicken, so why don't you and I dance with the smell of the chicken? Do you remember the mysterious man who fought side by side with Spider-Man in school that day? That's me."

Harry: "You mean...condom man?"

George: "You're the fucking trickster."

Harry: "I'm near LaGuardia Airport, come find me."

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