"Then why don't you all explain why there's been no progress for so long."
Victoria Windsor believed Claire Green's words without a doubt. At this moment, her eyes were filled with suspicion as she looked at those few people with a cold tone.
The middle-aged man organized the report and calmly explained, "Miss Windsor, you also know that this virus is very strange, different from any viruses known and understood before, so we need repeated experiments and verification, which is why progress is slow."
"Is that so?"
Just then.
Claire Green's gentle voice rang out, her exquisite eyes filled with cold indifference.
"The virus analysis report in your hand doesn't say that."
Virus creation?
Victoria Windsor's expression changed in an instant, her heart shocked, never expecting that the people in her own laboratory were also researching virus creation.
"Don't talk nonsense," the middle-aged man's face darkened, his eyes showed apprehension, "I know nothing about creating viruses."
