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When Jack stepped out of the work area and was about to enter the quiet corridor, the situation suddenly took a dramatic turn. A group of people in protective suits suddenly surged from all directions and quickly surrounded him. Their movements were swift and decisive, clearly organized for this operation.
Jack felt a wave of fear and confusion as he tried to break free, loudly demanding, "What are you doing? Let go of me!" He looked around, hoping to find clues to explain this sudden attack. His colleagues were equally stunned, exchanging puzzled looks with each other, unsure of how to react.
In this tense atmosphere, Jack suddenly felt an unprecedented surge of power rushing to his heart. His muscles tensed, and his whole body felt like it was filled with electricity. In this extremely tense state, he astonishingly pushed away the people surrounding him one by one. The magnitude of this power even shocked himself.
The people around were all dumbfounded by this scene. A silence fell upon the corridor, leaving only the sound of Jack's panting and the faint groans of the pushed-away personnel. Jack stood there, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes filled with confusion and astonishment. He couldn't understand where the power he had just displayed came from; everything was beyond his comprehension.
At this moment, Jack realized that his body was undergoing some unusual changes, perhaps related to his recent physical condition. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, while his mind was filled with new rounds of confusion and worry about the future.
As Jack stood there, trying to understand what had just happened, he was filled with confusion and distrust. He turned to the people lying on the ground, urgently explaining that he had not engaged in any aggressive behavior. He kept repeating, "I didn't do anything wrong, why are you treating me like this?" His words were filled with confusion and incomprehension, but there was only silence around him, with no one responding to his inquiries.
At this moment, a sudden and heavy blow struck Jack violently on the back of his head. A sharp pain quickly spread throughout his entire head, making him feel dizzy. Jack tried to maintain his balance, but he felt like the ground beneath his feet was constantly shifting. His vision began to blur, and the world seemed to be spinning rapidly.
His ears were filled with the vibrations of the ground and the hurried movements of personnel in protective suits. These sounds grew more and more distant, gradually fading from his consciousness before he lost consciousness. He felt his body leaning forward, hands weakly trying to support himself on the ground to prevent falling, but ultimately he was powerless to resist.
Jack's cheek finally pressed tightly against the cold ground, feeling a piercing cold. His vision became increasingly dim, and his consciousness gradually blurred. In this final moment, his brain was filled with various doubts and anxieties, thinking about Bruce and Helen's conspiracy, thinking about Dali and other friends, thinking about his unfinished mission. But these thoughts were quickly swallowed by darkness, and Jack fell into a deep unconsciousness, no longer feeling anything.
In the dim and oppressive medical room, Jack's consciousness gradually awakened. He felt heavy and found himself tied to a cold hospital bed, the sense of restraint making him restless. The surgical light above his head emitted a dazzling light, almost forcing him to keep his eyes closed. He tried to speak, only to find his mouth stuffed with a foul-smelling rag, the moldy and mixed stench almost making him vomit, but he couldn't spit anything out.
He made an effort to turn his gaze towards the people in the room. A group of workers in heavy protective suits stood there solemnly, their faces covered by masks, only their eyes revealing severity and vigilance. Adam and the doctor stood to the side, their expressions complex, appearing both serious and concerned. Meanwhile, Alice stood in the corner, her face filled with worry and fear, her eyes occasionally glancing at Jack, seemingly wanting to offer him some comfort.
On the other side of the room, Jack was surprised to see Bruce and Helen. Their faces displayed satisfaction and calculation, sending a chill down Jack's spine. This scene filled him with doubt and unease: why were they here? What connection did they have to being bound here with him?
Jack struggled, trying to break free from the restraints, but his hands and feet were firmly secured, leaving him unable to move. He attempted to seek help or an explanation from the people present through his eyes, but all he received in return was indifference and avoidance. His heart was filled with helplessness and despair, uncertain of what fate awaited him.
The air in the room seemed to have solidified, creating a stifling and tense atmosphere that almost suffocated Jack. His mind was filled with countless questions and fears, yet he couldn't find any answers. In this tense and unpredictable situation, Jack could only helplessly wait, waiting for the moment when the truth would be revealed.
Jack lay on the hospital bed, unable to move, but his gaze was still fixed tightly on the tube of blood in the doctor's hand. The blood emitted an unusual pale blue light, completely different from the dark red blood in his memory. This abnormal phenomenon made him feel uneasy.
The doctor then took out a test report, filled with dense text and data. Jack couldn't see the specific content of the report from his position, but he could sense the doctor's expression becoming extremely serious.
The doctor turned to the people present, his voice filled with anger and accusation: "According to our examination, Jack is the carrier of this epidemic. He personally confirmed to me yesterday that he began to experience symptoms such as rising body temperature and muscle spasms three months ago. But he chose not to seek medical attention, leading to the worsening of the condition and affecting more people."
As the doctor spoke, the atmosphere became even more tense. He pointed to several bodies covered with white cloth on the side, his tone revealing unhidden grief and anger: "His negligence has already led to the deaths of more than eleven people."
Jack was filled with shock and confusion. He tried to argue, but the rag in his mouth prevented him from making any sound. He felt extremely helpless and desperate, not knowing how to face the accusations and the grim reality before him. His eyes were filled with doubt and fear, tears swirling in his eyes, but he couldn't release his emotions.
Under such heavy accusations and pressure, Jack could only silently endure it all. His mind was filled with countless questions, yet he couldn't find any answers. He felt trapped in an inescapable nightmare, only able to helplessly await the unknown outcome.
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