“Actually, no, there is no single race gene. What we did find were gene clusters
specific to Mongoloid people. We were supposed to identify Caucasoid, Negroid, and
Mongoloid racial traits in that specific order. But last week I decided to change
the order. I did so because the Mongoloid race has more unique and frankly easier
to identify traits. We converted those attributes to a software model, and it’s loaded
onto all of our workstations. Now we’re exploring whether we can find a viral agent
that will affect only Mongoloids while not affecting Caucasoids or Negroids.” [Chapter
8]
A chilling sensation shot down her spine when she saw Jim return with a gun in his
hand. The vision of Barbo’s text message flashed across her mind. Her heart palpitated
forcefully in her chest, and the air seemed to blow out of her lungs.
Got more Intel. Don’t trustJim Chen! He’s working for PRC, not for US. Very dangerous.
Don’t blow cover. Above all, be careful.
Was it really possible that he was the spy that the President and his intelligence
service believed him to be? And more, an assassin because she was getting to close
to the truth about Chinese mission in the project? For the moment, Carrie didn’t
know what to think. It had to be the stress of work. It had to be. [Chapter 29]
Stepping up to the bubbling hot tub, she dropped her wrapped towel and slowly she
eased her naked body into the sparkling water. The water felt good. The digital display
showed ninety-nine degrees, which was hot enough to soften her tense muscles.
Lan smiled at her and set the tray next to the tub. Without any inhibition, she stripped
off her clothes to reveal her slender but smoothly rounded body.
Carrie politely avoided staring at her companion’s taut physique. She moved her
gaze up to Lan’s eyes as the Asian beauty slowly immersed her body into the tub.
[Chapter 30]
“Hired? Hired by whom?”
“That I can’t reveal, Professor. It’s classified information.”
Classified information? Is this guy an FBI agent? Who the hell is he?
“Take off your jacket now and slowly drop it to the ground. One wrong move and you’ll
be a fucking dead stalker with classified information...” [Chapter 33]
Using the makeup kit, Carrie transformed her complexion. After adding the black bob-styled
wig, she popped in the special contact lens to widen the shape of her eyes and change
her blue irises to black. She twirled around in front of the full-length mirror to
check how she had again morphed into an attractive Chinese woman. Last she slipped
her feet into navy blue pumps that matched the business suit. [Chapter 34]
Lying must be a big part of the spy business. And I’m getting really good at it.
[Chapter 25]
