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As with many viruses, countless deaths originated from a microscopic organism.
It's natural to rationally seek out even insignificant weaknesses. But the virus did not choose a time or place. It did not hate or care; it simply happened.
June 30th, 21:17. At the border between the Aidia United States and the Azatek Republic.
On this barren land, there were originally only lone wolves, jackals, antelopes, golden eagles, and long-tailed cats.
"Honk honk honk...!!!"
But today, chaotic car horns blared endlessly, and large crowds of people formed long lines, heading towards the Aidia United States' border.
A woman in a white T-shirt, black shirt, and black jeans pushed open the car door and stood on the ground, looking around.
"Let us through!"
The crowd gathered at the border area, and some shouted loudly.
The entire area within her sight was filled with residents of the Azatek Republic who wanted to cross the border, but the soldiers of the Aidia United States had set up iron fences on the border line, not letting them pass.
"Rumble rumble..."
A helicopter hovered above the crowd, its engine noise forcing people to cover their ears.
"Go back to your homes! No unauthorized border crossing!"
The searchlights on the helicopter continuously swept over the vast crowd below, and soldiers shouted loudly to stop the people.
DCM-1 super bacteria spread rapidly in the Azatek Republic like a common cold, unstoppable.
It could not be treated, nor could it be prevented with vaccines. In the first week, it claimed the lives of thousands of people.
To control the spread of the disease, various bans were implemented, roadblocks were set up, and strict enforcement began.
Airports, ports, and national borders were all closed.
The Azatek Republic entered a state of isolation and quarantine.
Residents were required to stay home, avoid going out, and avoid contact, as help would not arrive for the time being.
"Let us through! We need treatment, you must let us through!"
The civilians of the Azatek Republic grabbed the iron wire fence, trying to push through the soldiers' defense line.
"Go back! Retreat!"
The soldiers were fully armed, wearing protective clothing, but even so, they couldn't casually open fire. They could only push with both hands in front of them, preventing the crowd from crossing the border.
"Hiss..."
At this moment, a resident wearing a bucket hat pushed through the crowd, came to the front of the soldiers' defense line, and stumbled forward, his head down.
"You, hey, I'm telling you..."
A soldier noticed him and shouted a warning, but the other party seemed to not hear him at all and still stumbled closer.
"I told you to go back, go back, did you hear me?!"
"Oh, shit!"
The soldier grabbed his head, pulled off his bucket hat, and immediately swore. A bleeding mouth, red eyes, and a pale, bloodless face appeared before him.
"Ugh~"
As the soldier pulled off the bucket hat, his body trembled, and he lowered his head, vomiting a large amount of yellowish-brown viscous liquid.
"Ahhh~!!!"
The surrounding crowd instantly screamed and scattered, wanting to stay far away from the infected person.
"Everyone, lie down!"
The soldiers shouted loudly, telling the surrounding crowd to lie down on the ground.
"Don't move!"
The soldier who was almost vomited on broke out in a cold sweat. He raised his gun and aimed at the infected person, but the infected person kept waving his hands, begging him not to shoot.
"Don't kill me!"
The soldier gritted his teeth, put away his gun, stepped forward and kicked the other person, kicking him back into the crowd, not letting him continue to approach the border.
"You bastard!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged civilian rushed out from the side of the soldier, violently knocking him to the ground. Several civilians around immediately rushed forward and began to punch and kick the soldier.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Other soldiers immediately stepped forward to rescue him.
"Charge!"
And those civilians who had been observing for a long time took advantage of the moment they were being rescued, climbed over the iron fence, and prepared to force their way across the border.
"Boom boom boom..."
Large numbers of civilians clung to the iron fence, wave after wave hitting the iron fence.
Very quickly, the hastily built iron fence groaned, and slowly collapsed to the ground.
"Retreat, retreat!"
The soldiers looked at the frantic crowd, and quickly boarded the trucks. They were accompanied by a burst of engine roars, driving away into the distance.
For a long time, people followed the trucks, chasing them to a concrete wall five meters high.
Large numbers of people clung to the wall, pulling at the concrete wall, constantly pushing upwards, like a scene from a movie where zombies besiege a city. The scene was spectacular, yet also chilling.
The soldiers behind the wall looked at the frantic people, sighing and shaking their heads.
And at the border line, the soldier who had previously been pushed down by everyone had already gotten up because the crowd had left.
He then ran to the hillside beside him, where there was a helicopter. He and his comrades boarded the helicopter and left this place.
"Please...!"
However, as they were carrying the corpses, a woman holding a child stumbled over, standing next to the helicopter that was about to take off.
"What are you doing!?"
"The helicopter is about to take off, hurry and get in here!"
The soldier on the helicopter waved his hand, signaling her to leave.
"Please! Take her with you! Please!"
The woman raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and pleaded with the soldier in front of her.
"No! The helicopter is already full!"
"It's full!"
The soldiers on the helicopter shouted loudly.
"Then this child..."
In the soldiers' somewhat dazed eyes, the woman desperately held up the child in her arms, a girl around four or five years old.
A soldier looked at the mother's eyes, and for a moment, he thought of his own mother who was still waiting at home.
"Give her to me."
A soldier reached out his hands towards the girl protected in her mother's arms, his voice gentle.
"Thank you, thank you...!"
The girl's mother sobbed, her voice trembling as she thanked the soldier.
Then she slowly moved away, staring at the child on the helicopter, and watching the slowly rising helicopter, tears streaming down her face.
According to statistics, a total of 2308 people wanted to force their way across the border. Looking at the high concrete wall blocking their path, they roared endlessly.
At a time when riots were breaking out due to the epidemic around the world, dozens of employees were bustling in a warehouse in Pompos.
This was a warehouse of Anbolea Biotechnology Company, where many strictly sealed trucks were parked inside, all filled with extremely heavy goods.
As Anbolea Company's logistics center located in Pompos, it undertook the transportation of large quantities of materials from the Kingdom of Germa, Bonifacio, Aidia United States, and Kingston Empire.
Traffic was heavy during normal times, and it was extremely busy, especially recently.
In the past, it was busy, but they could still spare time to slack off.
But starting from yesterday, due to sudden requests for overtime, although they were paid for overtime, they had no rest time, making the employees complain endlessly.
"Damn fatty, get over here!"
Strong Oni's face was grim. He originally wanted to rest today and drink and watch the epidemic news at home. But that damned fat director actually explicitly told him to come back for overtime. If he didn't come, he would be fired.
Although Strong Oni complained endlessly about this, he needed to earn his salary, so he had no choice but to listen to that damned fat director.
During this epidemic, countless people lost their jobs and income because companies closed down. In the current situation, even the gods knew how difficult it was to find even a part-time job.
Therefore, he could only curse silently in his heart, gritting his teeth and honestly working overtime.
"Strange, I know those things are antibiotics, but what are those other things?"
Strong Oni looked at the trucks coming from an unknown place outside, puzzled in his heart.
This warehouse had always received trucks from the headquarters, transporting goods to various parts of the world by cargo ship, but he had never seen trucks from other places.
"Strong Oni!"
Suddenly, a furious roar came from beside Strong Oni.
Startled, he suddenly turned his head and saw Director Harry standing behind him, staring intently at him with a dark face.
"Are you asking for trouble?"
"Then let you move the things from those three trucks!"
Director Harry pointed at the three trucks in the warehouse with a fierce tone, then gulped down the hamburger in his right hand and drank a mouthful of cola in his left, looking utterly delighted, then turned and left.
"I'll work you to death one day!"
Strong Oni cursed in a low voice, looking at the fat figure. He looked at the three trucks next to him, and drove the forklift into the warehouse.
Inside the warehouse, he was not the only one moving the goods from these three trucks. There were also two other people. The three of them moved the goods from one truck each.
"Hmm?"
As Strong Oni was moving the things from the truck, he found that at some point, there were actually two guards in the warehouse.
Moreover, these two guards had a strong, imposing aura, unlike ordinary guards.
"Crack!"
Just as he focused his attention on the two guards, the forklift he was operating crashed into the open car door because he didn't notice it in front of him.
"Damn it!"
Strong Oni cursed, and maneuvered the forklift out of the car door.
"Clatter!"
But as he backed out of the car door, a freezer inside the car door clattered to the ground, attracting the attention of the two guards. One of the guards strode over.
"Heh heh... it's nothing, just dropped it for a bit."
Strong Oni watched the tall and imposing person slowly approach. A strange sense of pressure rose in his heart, and he quickly forced a laugh.
His intuition told him that the identities of these guards were definitely not ordinary.
The guard ignored him and instead glanced at the freezer, then turned it around again to confirm that it was back in place and there were no abnormalities. He didn't say a single word throughout.
"Is there a need to be so serious? Is there gold in these freezers?"
Strong Oni looked at the guard's back with a hint of amusement in his heart. He instinctively pulled out a cigarette, just about to light it, but then remembered he was in a warehouse and had to force himself to put it back.
"Sigh~"
Just as Strong Oni regained control of the forklift to pick up the freezer from the ground, a sound like a leaking gas tank came from the freezer. Strong Oni's face instantly changed, and he couldn't help but curse.
"I..."
But thinking of the guard from before, and that these things were so important to those people, if they were damaged...
Strong Oni broke out in a cold sweat. He pretended as if nothing had happened, started the forklift, and moved the freezer into another heavy truck with the Anbolea Biotechnology Company logo.
"How did I get so unlucky?"
Inside the heavy truck's compartment, Strong Oni got off the forklift and stepped in front of the freezer.
"What is this?"
The freezer's abnormality caused a red light to flash from its side, accompanied by a "drip, drip" sound.
"It won't be broken, will it?
Strong Oni broke out in a cold sweat. If something so valuable was broken by him, how much money would he have to pay?
"I hope it's just a small problem."
Thinking this, Strong Oni began to inspect seriously. He gently patted the two freezers. The surface of the freezers was heavy steel, making a "clanging" sound.
"Damn, it's really broken?"
Strong Oni suddenly discovered that there was a long, narrow crack glowing red beneath the freezer. He knelt down, and after adjusting his angle, he finally saw the whole thing.
"Humans!?"
Strong Oni, kneeling on the ground, his face aghast, his body suddenly rose up. His body trembled, and his hands and feet couldn't stop retreating backward. With aĀ thump, he retreated to the leather on the truck compartment.
"Humans, and more than one inside..."
Strong Oni leaned against the "wall" of the truck compartment, his lips trembling. He stared at the red-glowing freezer, his eyes filled with horror.
"What is this? These freezers... are all..."
Strong Oni desperately wanted to see inside the several dozen freezers in the truck compartment. He only needed to imagine that inside these things were people with their eyes closed, skin as pale as the dead, completely naked bodies, and he couldn't help but gasp.
This Anbolea Biotechnology Company, what kind of funeral home business do they do?
"Huff~ puff~"
Breathing rapidly, Strong Oni instantly realized the abnormality here. This was the secret of Anbolea Biotechnology Company, and he had to have a share.
Perhaps, he could rely on this to earn a large sum of money.
Thinking this, Strong Oni pulled out his phone from his pants pocket. He aimed at the crack, adjusted the angle, and snapped twenty-odd photos of the people inside.
After taking the photos, he skillfully controlled the forklift, moved the freezer into the compartment, and continued to drive the forklift as if nothing had happened.
"Haha, I'm going to the restroom."
He got off the forklift and greeted the fat director sitting in a chair, drinking soda. The other party merely nodded lightly, not bothering to manage him.
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