"Doctor, are you all right? Do you need to rest first?"
Stryker looked at Trask with concern and asked repeatedly.
"No! I'm fine now!"
Trask pushed Stryker aside and stood up.
It was only a light push, truly just a light push. Yet the burly Stryker staggered back several steps as if he had been hit by a car, crashing heavily into the wall.
"Doctor, you..."
Stryker was completely dumbfounded!
Was this still Doctor Trask? How had his strength become so terrifying?
"Doctor, since you're all right, then... please continue. What exactly is this new enemy we're about to face?"
One of the delegates asked Trask.
"The new enemy is..."
Trask hesitated. I've become a mutant myself. Should I keep spreading the 'mutant threat theory'? Make trouble for myself? No! No! I can't do that!
The smarter a person was, the more afraid of death he tended to be. Trask quickly thought of the consequences of promoting the "mutant threat theory."
"What is this enemy?"
The delegates all looked over with interest.
"The enemy is... mutated viruses! Yes! Mutated viruses! We know that viruses can develop drug resistance! The more antibiotics we use now, the more we encourage viral mutation. If antibiotics are abused, we'll face the threat of countless mutated viruses in the future!"
With a quick turn of his mind, Trask immediately came up with an excuse to fool them.
"Tch..."
"Mutated viruses? Are you saying that the newly invented 'penicillin' should be banned entirely? Doctor Trask, if wounded soldiers on the Vietnam War battlefield heard that, they'd tear you to pieces!"
"Hahahaha! Doctor, that was a hilarious joke!"
The delegates laughed, gathered their documents, and rose to leave the conference room, completely ignoring Doctor Trask.
"Doctor, weren't we here to promote the Sentinel Program? We're an arms