Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1685 - 799: Finally Visiting

Chapter 1685: Chapter 799: Finally Visiting

The Carter Laboratory seemed completely cut off from the world, but outside, the world was on the brink of collapse.

Once, there was a mysterious disappearance incident in Japan. Back then, America even expressed its intent to offer some support. Unexpectedly, it lost an aircraft carrier and an air force base shortly afterward—poof, gone, just like that, without the slightest warning.

Those two incidents left America unsettled for quite some time. It’s not exactly societal regression we’re talking about, but during that period, the ruling class was certainly in a state of heightened paranoia, like the sound of the wind and the cry of the stork. Luckily, one incident happened in the vast ocean, and the other happened in Japan. Especially Japan—they’re practically accustomed to mysterious disappearances by now. Plus, it was far from the American mainland, so the impact was relatively minor.

But now, it’s different. It’s happening right on home soil.

Although fewer people vanished this time, the economic repercussions were immediate. Even ordinary citizens began to feel unsettled. They murmured, "What the hell? This is a bank we’re talking about! If even the bank is this unreliable, who’d dare deposit money in it anymore?"

After all, American banks are capitalist-owned, not state-owned; they can absolutely go bankrupt.

Sure enough, early in the morning, a corpulent white middle-aged woman, who stomped like a Seismosaurus, barged into the bank and shouted, "What the hell, I’ve got a few hundred dollars in the bank! Can I still withdraw it or not? You guys lost all that gold, and if there’s inflation or something and my few hundred dollars can’t even buy a meal, what am I supposed to do? Hurry up and give me my money so I can go home and buy some beef!"

Before the bank staff could even react, a skinny black young man swaggered in. He walked like his whole skeleton was about to fall apart, swaying left and right like a willow tree in the breeze. He came up to the counter, pointed twice at the staff with his hand, and then opened his mouth to sing: "Yo yo, in my pocket, thirty-three bucks, the rest two fifty, all in the bank’s vault..."

Bank robberies are pretty normal in America, but none has ever earned the title "A Night of Tragedy for Banks" like last night. Several top-notch banks in multiple cities were completely cleaned out, leaving no trace behind. Forget about the banks, even the insurance companies were in tears.

Apart from the directly impacted banks and insurance companies, other sectors were also affected. Usually, when banks are robbed, it’s just money; this time, they even dug out the gold. That’s a whole different level of impact. Financial stocks, gold futures markets—everything took a noticeable hit.

The tangible effects were one thing, but the intangible ones, like public sentiment, were another. When all of this piled up together, it wasn’t as simple as one plus one equaling two. Now, all the major newspapers and TV stations were calling for people to stay calm, though it wasn’t exactly clear what they were supposed to stay calm about.

If you really did a tally, Boss Yan’s hard work overnight wouldn’t even amount to a drop in the ocean for such a massive country. But most ordinary people, with their surface-level understanding of economics, felt this was a really big deal. The key issue was distrust—how could so much be lost in a single night without leaving even a shred of evidence? How could they possibly explain it to the general public?

So, sure enough, some people went to the bank to withdraw their small savings to stash them at home. Their reasoning was sound: If this kind of thing keeps happening and the bank is forced to declare bankruptcy, what would happen to their money? The issue was that their funds were so small that even the trip to file for compensation might cost more than they’d recover!

That day was one of shock and panic for Americans. After all, people had always believed their country was the strongest in the world. Even when mysterious disappearances happened overseas, they didn’t think it would reach the mainland. But what happened overnight shattered their misplaced confidence—turns out even mighty America could encounter situations where it was completely powerless!

But for the few people in the lab, this had no impact at all. By evening, Yan Fei reluctantly stood up, went to bother Professor Carter, and asked how dinner would be handled.

Professor Carter pointed to a room with his hand. "That’s the kitchen. There’s a fridge in there; there should still be some food. Can you cook? If not, I can go..."

If you’re the one cooking, I’m afraid the lot of us would starve to death here!

Yan Fei helplessly assured him it wasn’t a problem.

Once he got into the kitchen, he wasn’t sure what to make. But didn’t people here like eating Potato Stew with Beef? The fridge had both ingredients, and it happened to be his specialty too. *Bang bang bang*, he quickly chopped up the beef and potatoes and prepared a large pot.

Thinking that Yang Xing might find just this dish a bit lacking, he rummaged around the kitchen further. Luckily, his English skills were decent. Reading the packaging, he found some oatmeal porridge and grabbed a few pieces of bread. Finally, he also found a bit of fruit and threw together a fruit platter.

The people absorbed in their research didn’t care one bit whether the food he prepared was good or not. The carefully made Potato Stew with Beef only earned a brief, "Not bad," as encouragement, and Yan Fei couldn’t even be bothered to figure out who’d said it.

Still, Yan Fei didn’t consider it a loss. While everyone else was busy, he wasn’t idle either. The computer’s database was vast, a trove of information, even including Professor Carter’s recent research materials. Carter probably assumed Yan Fei wouldn’t understand even if he saw it, and even if he did understand, it wouldn’t matter because he couldn’t conduct experiments...