The Wuhan Mission

Dr. Wu understood now. Those frequencies he referred to had been in the news lately. The 5G bandwidth spectrum was the newest mobile phone technology that China had been installing in recent months. There had been cell towers going up all over Wuhan. The phones had been on sale for a few weeks and the network had been officially switched on in Wuhan. Indeed, he himself had a 5G phone as did most of his workers and the phone was much faster than his old one. The frequencies probably resonate with certain metals that would could cause health and mental issues. There was no literature available on this specific subject, not in China at least. If there had been, Dr. Wu was sure that the Chairman would wipe it from the record and have the authors locked up.

“Very impressive sir!” Wu was truly impressed. Also shocked.

Wu’s mind wandered and thoughts of mobile phone technology took him back to the conversation he had had on that mobile phone in his car the day before. The American called Marcus had called him as he drove around the block. He had explained that they were watching his daughter and that no harm would come to her if he followed their instructions. He had said:

“The man that you met in your car tells us that you are working on a special virus designed to kill the weak. We would like you to make that virus effective only on people of Asian descent. It’ll be just like the SARS virus back in 2003. You see, our President doesn’t want a Chinese virus attacking our people, but he doesn’t mind if it only affects yours. Do you see what I am saying? We’ll be calling that the Yellow Virus. Get it?”

Wu had replied: “I understand that you are a racist son-of-a-bitch”

Marcus had continued: “When you present that virus to the Chairman, it will be the Yellow Virus. Asians only. You understand? Your daughter’s life depends on it. Remember, we have people inside your Government, so we’ll know.”

Wu’s mind came back to his living room where he still sat awkwardly with the Chairman.

“Sir, when will you start vaccinating people?”

“The vaccination will, of course, be mandatory. We will start injecting our citizens beginning with the major manufacturing cities after the virus breaks out in Wuhan.”

“You see Doctor Wu, we will release the virus in November. When December arrives, people will be afraid and they will not complain about the mandatory vaccine. They will see that China looks after it’s people.”

“I see sir. The vaccine will be quite easy for me to make since I am the one engineering the virus. It will be ready soon.”

The Chairman replied: “My Beijing scientists will take care of the mass production. You just give them the formula. They will use a network of factories already set up. We have been planning this for a long time.”

The Chairman continued: “I just wish we could have the virus and vaccine a bit sooner to use in Hong Kong. The natives have been getting restless there.” He looked darkly at Wu.

There was a long moment of silence in Wu’s living room. One of the guards shifted his weight and a floorboard creaked.

“So, I shall hear about your work soon then” grunted the Chairman as he lifted his weight from the couch.

Dr. Wu also rose to his feet, the fatigue from the conversation showing on his face.

The Chairman followed his bodyguards out of the Wu’s house.

Wu walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a large whisky, his hands shaking as he looked at his 5G Hua Wei phone, still recording audio.

*

Marcus Roet had successfully turned Dr. Wu into a CIA asset. Filming and recording his daughter was a dirty trick and a risky way of maintaining control of a valuable, long term asset. If something happened to the daughter, all their leverage over Dr. Wu would go out the window.

Roet would make sure that Jimmy kept tabs on Dr. Wu. He also would continue to maintain a small team in New York City watching the daughter in New York City. The pinhole cameras in her apartment and the tracker on her keys should ensure that she was never far from being in his grasp. Roet would have no trouble inflicting a little pain on her for the camera if required, but it had not yet come to that. In the meantime he liked to watch her in the evenings on his laptop.

Chapter 10 Special Training

Sam Chilvers had noticed the young Chinese-American recruit, Xue Lin, back when he was observing the new intakes during their first week of training. She had been much quicker in close combat. She could get the heel of her foot to any combatant’s throat before they moved a muscle. She had clearly had previous martial arts training. Probably Kung Fu by the looks of it. In her specialist operative training she was able to spot a tail one hundred percent of the time and was almost always able to lose them.