Of course, Ding Feiyu heard Wisk's request and knew that only he could help him do this here. Moreover, Wisk's request made sense. If it could be successful, it would solve the problem of heart in China. So he looked at Nicole again. If she still had nothing to say, he would go to help Wisk. In comparison, Wisk's affairs seemed to be more important. He was not unaware that answering this question was a bit too much for Nicole, but he hoped to do something deep in his heart. He had thought that if Nicole didn't speak, he would just reply to the country with what she said just now. After all, it is a fact that there are no conditions for radiation tests in the control area, and scientific research cannot be taken for granted. Otherwise, why would there be so many civil scientists in China who have to rely on the military to black-black technology?

Nicole noticed his gaze, she hesitated for a moment, and finally opened her mouth, but at this time Neville suddenly spoke first and said, "Frost from the known structure of Frothauta, it has complete and stable biological characteristics. Based on biological considerations, this characteristic will be difficult to change once it is formed, so I think that large doses of radiation will not cause obvious changes to its structural characteristics." Speaking of this, he looked at Weisker standing aside and said, "Dr. Weisker is a biology expert and has participated in the early version of Frothauta's research. He should agree with my opinion."

Wisker was stunned and didn't understand why Neville wanted to pull him up. It seemed that Nicole's words were a better footnote at this time. And the two of them were hugging each other and rolling around on the ground. So quickly turned around and asked if their opinions had become too fast. This did not conform to the persistence of the technicians. But Neville was already asking him, and the argument was not Weisker's style, so he hesitated for a moment and said to Ding Feiyu: "Theoretically, Dr. Neville's words are correct."

To be honest, Wisk was reserved for Neville's conclusion. Fhota's biological characteristics are indeed relatively stable. It is several levels higher than the virus and has a complete cellular structure. But don't forget that the formation of Fhota itself is an accident, just like throwing a piece of sodium into water. The entire reaction process is fierce and rapid, but no one knows under what circumstances this thing will decompose quickly. * In fact, all kinds of biological forms in nature are the result of countless natural selections. For creatures like Fhota that only appear for a few months cannot be said to be stable in any case. And because the number of iterations is insufficient, there is reason to suspect that its genetic code has not stabilized yet. What will it become in the future

It's hard to say. But this is quite complicated, and Wisk has more reasons to believe that no matter what the conclusion here is, it is impossible to shake the determination of the Chinese. In fact, when an unknown epidemic broke out in Japan, the cleaning of the Japanese archipelago was necessary, but at that time, for a big country like China, there were more than one way to take, but when the Japanese dropped the nuclear bomb, everything had changed. The nuclear strike against Japan was a foregone conclusion, and the target was no longer limited to the outbreak area. It was naturally irrelevant whether the impact of nuclear radiation existed. So he glanced at Ding Feiyu standing in front of him, and finally swallowed what he was going to say back into his stomach.

With Neville and Wisk's endorsement, Ding Feiyu felt a little better, but he still turned his eyes to Nicole. Nicole's face was a little strange. Her eyes were wandering and she opened her mouth, but she still didn't say anything at first. Ding Feiyu was in a hurry. Naturally, she would not delay any more. She made a gesture to Wisk, signaling him to follow him, and then waved goodbye to everyone, then turned around and walked out the door.

Watching the door closed again, the people in the room were silent. Finally, Claire stood up, held his hands on the table and said to Neville, "You will be nailed to the pillar of shame."

"If billions of people can be saved, it doesn't matter." Neville looked at her calmly. Whether Fhota would mutate or not, it would be no different for the world except the Americas, but if you succeed by chance, the vast majority of people from the five continents will be saved. Compared to this, the survivors of the American continent need to care more about Fhota's results.

"So you can sacrifice a country?" Claire asked weakly.

"People who use nuclear bombs first must always have the awareness of being washed by nuclear bombs." Neville looked at her with interest: "You won't forget this."

Claire opened his mouth, wanting to remind him that he had forgotten who was the first person in the world to use nuclear weapons, but at this time Ye Zhiqiu interrupted their conversation.

"Thank you." Ye Zhiqiu, who had been silent, stood up and first expressed his gratitude to Neville, then reached out and patted Claire on the shoulder. There was Jill between them, but she was sitting after all, so Ye Zhiqiu didn't need to stretch her arms too far. He signaled Claire to sit down, and then said to Nicole: "If Weisk helps, how long will it take to get the antidote?"

"It's hard to say," Nicole said. "It takes a long clinical time to observe."

"What about the vaccine?" Ye Zhiqiu asked. He understood the working principle of some vaccines. Theoretically, injecting vaccines is to artificially inoculate inactivated and diluted pathogens into the human body and gain resistance by stimulating the body's immune system. He didn't understand why Nicole never got the vaccine out first.

Nicole glanced at him and knew why he was so anxious. She lowered her eyes and looked at the table in front of her and said, "Fhota is a parasite that cannot be killed by relying solely on the immune system. What ultimately affects the human body is the biological toxins it secrete. For this substance, we cannot gain resistance through vaccines." In fact, biotoxins are not impossible to adapt, but it takes a long process and no one can get it long enough.

"In other words, we have no time?" Ye Zhiqiu sat down in his seat dejectedly. He has been fighting east and west in the past few months, from District 51 to Los Angeles and then to Washington, and has been born and died countless times, just to find a way to save the people of the motherland from disaster. Now the disaster has occurred in the Japanese archipelago. Ye Zhiqiu, who has personally experienced its attack on the American continent, knew very well how fast it spread. But until now, he has not found a way to resist it. So what is the meaning of everything he did? Yang You and Yi Hui, and so many warriors of the East Ship, their deaths have also lost their meaning.

Nicole felt his loss, raised her head and looked at him sorry. Jill reached out to hold Ye Zhiqiu's hand and tried to share the pain with him. Claire turned his head to look at Ye Zhiqiu. Within his eyes, hesitated and retracted his hand that extended to Ye Zhiqiu.

Christina suddenly spoke, "Is there definitely no way?"

Only then did everyone remember that Ye Zhiqiu was not the only one who had been waiting for the research results. Nicole looked at her apologetically and shook her head. Isabel looked around and found that the topics of the meeting she initiated had already reached the other side of the Pacific Ocean, and it was obvious that the mental state of the major figures attending the meeting was obviously not enough to support the job, so he decisively announced the end of the meeting and turned around and left.

Everyone walked out of the conference room in groups of three or three. Ada followed Neville, looked at no one around, and pulled him. Neville seemed to have thought that she would do this, and stopped quickly and turned to look at her.

"You said there would be a solution," Ada whispered, looking at Neville: "Why is it too late now?"

"I never said it was time," Neville said simply: "All the research materials here are public. Do you doubt I was hiding something?"

Ada raised her head, looked at him carefully, and shook her head, "I'm just a little strange." She was indeed the truth. For some reason, she felt that Neville's performance was a bit strange, but she couldn't think of some strangeness.

Neville looked at her for a while, turned around and found that the last few people who came out of the conference room saw them standing here, carefully avoiding this direction, and did not have to worry about hearing their conversation, so he whispered: "Have you said that your family is in the UK?"

"Yes." Ada was wondering why he asked this, a hint of anticipation had already risen in her heart, and she said, "I work for the British government."

"But you are Chinese," Neville said: "I have heard that Chinese people are closer, and Ye treats you better than others."

"What do you want to say?" Ada said unhappily: "I don't think so."

Neville saw her unhappiness, nodded and whispered: "Have you ever considered this possibility that Fhota's symptomatic drugs were developed, but they were only in the hands of a certain country."

The first thought that flashed through Ada's mind was that the laboratory research had been successful, but the news was blocked, but he immediately denied the idea. Whether it was Ding Feiyu, Ye Zhiqiu or Nicole's performance, it showed that this thing had not happened at all. So she looked at Neville in shock and said, "This is impossible. We all know the speed of Fhota's spread. Any country with this ability must be prepared in advance. The manufacturing, transportation and storage of drugs require special links, and it is never possible to hide it from everyone."

"What if there is no need to consider that wide range?" Neville said: "I mean, what if there is a big country with a large population base that can bear most of the losses and only retain a certain elite group?"

Ada's vague guess was finally confirmed. She widened her eyes in horror and stared at Neville: "Who is so crazy?"

"Someone has been so crazy that they have created the Fhota. Do you think there will be no one who is so crazy that they use it?" Neville said slowly, looking up at the ceiling, as if he saw the helicopter carrying his wife and daughter explode there. He whispered: "I do not want anyone to die under Fhota again, but I also don't want anyone to use my research to obtain benefits that are not theirs."
Chapter completed!