Noel drove outside the building where the institute was hidden.
Before he even got close, he was stopped by a ZAFT soldier in green clothes.
There are still several ZAFT soldiers on duty not far away, and it is obvious that the place is under martial law.
"Hello, please show your identification card!" Zaft in green said after saluting Noel.
Although Noel was doubtful, he still took out the ID card issued by the military and handed it over.
【Beep--】
Soon, as the identity information was successfully verified, ZAFT in green saluted immediately, handed over Noel's ID, turned around and moved out of the way.
"Thanks."
Noel nodded his thanks and parked the car in the parking lot outside the building.
After getting out of the car and looking around, he frowned and walked into the building. There was something wrong with the smell in the air...
Security check——
Identification--
Information identification——
After passing three blockades, Noel took the elevator down to the negative third floor and met researchers affiliated with the institute.
"Is this Mr. Noel?"
Just when Noel looked at the soldiers around him and frowned secretly, the researcher who had been waiting again came over.
"It's me, are you?" Noel came back to his senses after hearing this and looked at the person.
"Mr. Noel, please come with me -" the researcher did not answer, but turned around and stretched out his hand to guide the room in the distance.
Although Noel was confused, he followed the researcher into the room.
However, the researcher did not engage in any conversation after bringing Noel in. He just told Noel to wait and then turned around and left.
"What exactly is going on?"
Noel looked at the empty room and bed, feeling very confused.
Although the smell was very light, Noel still smelled a faint burning smell, which had been lingering on the tip of his nose since entering the elevator.
There are also places where burn marks remain on the road.
Was this place burned down?
But how is this possible? Why haven't I heard any news?
Besides, who would come to this place to burn things? spy? Impossible. Almost everyone who can enter here has been investigated clearly. There is no possibility of spies appearing.
But who is it if not a spy?
Accidental fire?
I don’t know how much time passed, but Noel was thinking wildly.
There was the sound of footsteps outside the door. It sounded like there were a lot of people, and in addition to the footsteps, there was also the sound of rolling wheels.
"Didi——"
"歘—"
Before Noel could wonder, the door opened, and several researchers wearing masks and white clothes walked in. Behind them was a cart filled with various equipment.
"Hello, Mr. Noel! I am Dr. Haka's assistant."
The leading man in white smiled at Noel.
Noel didn't answer, just looked at the cart equipment behind the man.
"For some reasons, we need to collect some information about Mr. Noel's blood and marrow fluid. However, this will not have any impact on Mr. Noel's body. Please don't blame Mr. Noel." The leading man seemed to have noticed Noel's eyes and looked at him. Noel smiled and explained.
Noel's pupils opened slightly when he heard this, and he asked calmly: "What do you need me to do?"
"As long as Mr. Noel is willing to cooperate."
The leading man chuckled, and as he spoke, two assistants came over pushing the cart.
Noel looked at the ZAFT soldiers on guard outside the door and the researcher in front of him who was so effective. He took a deep breath and silently stretched out his right hand.
A female researcher gave Noel an anesthetic.
Everything began to proceed in an orderly manner——
Ten minutes later, with the sound of a pulley rolling, several researchers pushed the cart and left the room.
Noel also shook his head and sat up from the bed, moved his aching limbs, put on his coat and stood up.
"Thank you for your cooperation. This is your medicine for the next month."
After the leading researcher finished speaking, a man wearing a mask came forward with a box behind him.
He put the box in Noel's hand and held it tightly.
"Can I go?"
Noel glanced at the box in his hand, stood up and pulled down his sleeves to cover his wrists calmly.
"You can do it at any time, thank you for your cooperation!"
The researcher said, stepping aside to get out of the way.
Upon seeing this, Noel silently turned around and left the room, and returned to the car along the same route.
"Woo-"
Noel glanced at the memory card in his hand and drove into the street.
“In the end—bang!”
However, as soon as Noel drove onto the street, he collided with a vehicle traveling on another route.
A man in plainclothes got out of the car in front, came to the front of Noel, and said, "What's wrong with you? You can hit me from such a long distance?"
"you--"
"Excuse me, what happened?"
The soldier on guard came over and asked the two of them.
"I don't know what happened to this guy. He came to hit me from such a distance!" The man pointed at Noel and explained to the soldier.
"Mr. Noel!?" The soldier looked at Noel with a confused look on his face. Did the man in red who could drive a mobile suit get into a car accident?
Noel clenched his fists, opened the car door and walked out, saying: "My name is Noel Cassia, I belong to the Cruze team. I am responsible for all the losses in this accident. I will report this matter later. You can go Team Kruse files for compensation.”
After saying this, Noel ignored the stunned looks of several people, turned around, picked up the potion and left the scene of the incident.
Thirty minutes later——
Noel stumbled back home after spraining his foot twice, bumping into someone once, and falling on the ground three times.
After Noel threw the potion on the table, he fell straight on the sofa.
"What exactly is going on?"
Noel looked at his hands in confusion.
"Is it the effect of the anesthetic?"
Noel began to think hard about the beginning of what happened, but he couldn't think of a reason after thinking for a long time.
After leaving the institute, he began to have physical problems.
The most obvious of these are problems with limb coordination and brain response.
At the same time, there are also some problems with perception.
······
A night of silence.
"Ding dong——"
"Ding dong——"
Noel woke up to the sound of the doorbell.
After moving his body and making sure there was nothing abnormal, Noel straightened his clothes, went downstairs and opened the door.
"Is this Mr. Norcaccia?"
Opening the door, Noel couldn't help but stare slightly, because there were four men wearing special ZAFT uniforms standing outside the door.
These are soldiers who belong directly to the Supreme Council. To put it bluntly, they are similar to the Royal Forest Army.
Generally, the things they do are not trivial.
"It's me, is there something wrong?" Noel calmed down and asked standing at the door.
How could someone who was directly affiliated with the Council find him?
"Do you know this person?" the leading man said, taking out a photo and handing it over.
"We know each other." Noel did not take the photo because he recognized the person in the photo when the leading man took it out.
"Has he contacted you recently?" the leading man asked as he took back the photo.
"No."
"What's your relationship with him?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Are you sure? According to the information we have, he has been in contact with you."
"I hope you understand one thing. As a member of Congressman Sara, I have no obligation to answer any of your questions."
"Mr. Noel, we are directly under the highest authority..."
"Say it again! I am a redcoat belonging to the Cruze team under Senator Sara. No one has the right to ask me any questions before receiving orders from my superiors!"
"So Mr. Noel is unwilling to cooperate with us?"
"How about I call Captain Cruze and see if he wants me to cooperate with you?"
The leading man looked hesitant when he heard this. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Sorry to bother you! But if Mr. Noel gets any news about Dr. Haka, please inform him in time."
Noel watched the four people leaving, his brows gradually furrowed.
Who is this Dr. Haka? It can actually trigger special forces investigation.
