Nina Jacobs kicked him away.
"Aren't you unafraid?
Aren't you a fan of research? So, how do you feel now?"
Villains usually get what they deserve.
But it's often the stupid and paranoid ones who cause the most harm.
"Let me tell you something. Your wound is already starting to turn black and stink.
In another three minutes, the zombie virus toxins will spread throughout your entire body.
Your immune system is completely useless against this virus.
All of your nerves and cells will be killed by the virus, including you yourself."
Nina Jacobs's words were like a death sentence.
Coupled with the agonizing pain racking his body, the man with glasses began to tremble all over.
But he still insisted on crawling toward his backpack, pulling out several syringes, and jabbing them all into his neck.
"It's fine. It should be fine.
I have antibiotics, I have serum… I can get through this."
