"Useless! You're all useless!" Fat Casare's crocodile leather shoes stomped on the scattered documents. "Three hours of investigation, and you still can't figure out the damn virus source?"
The Minister of Health, with a pale face, wiped his sweat: "Sir, initial tests indicate cobra venom, but... the mutation is strange. The incubation period is less than ten minutes, and how it was injected is unclear."
"Strange, my ass!" Casare grabbed the crystal glass off the table and smashed it against the wall. "Didn't you see those markings? Don't they resemble certain organizations? It must be those drug trafficking scumbags!" He suddenly turned to his secretary, "Order the border forces to shut down all entry points. Even if it's by machine gun fire, not a single suspicious person can be allowed in!"
The secretary was about to respond when the office phone suddenly rang urgently. As he answered, his face turned white as paper.
