Volume 1, First Pot of Gold, Chapter 570, Vulnerable

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(Today's fifth watch, I stayed up late for two days to get it out.) I'll go to the hospital for a check-up later...... I didn't believe that there would be occupational diseases in this industry, but I still need to pay more attention to exercise. It's really uncomfortable to eat these days, but hopefully it's just a psychological effect......

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In the most prosperous area of Dongcheng District, it is filled with the sound of piercing flutes.

On the street, which is not spacious, the cars are jammed into a long queue with no head and tail in sight. I couldn't figure out what was going on, the phone couldn't get through, and people had to use loudspeakers and swear words to vent their dissatisfaction.

"Can the people in front hurry up! What are you doing, damn!" the truck driver Jiang poked his head out of the window and scolded at the person in front.

Seeing that the crowded traffic was not advancing, the man got out of the car, leaned against the door and looked around, chatting with the driver of the car next to him.

"Shet, when is this going to go? ”

"Hopefully not tomorrow. Do you know what's going on up ahead?"

"Hell knows, the phone doesn't work, the internet doesn't connect, and my wife is still waiting for me at home. Fack, what a bad luck, have we ever been stuck in a traffic jam here?"

"Probably...... No. No, it seems to have been blocked a year ago. ”

"I heard that we dropped a plane in Dongcheng District, maybe it was because of that. The driver of the other car joined in the conversation.

"Aha, was that an airplane? I thought it was a meteor...... Whatever it is, don't leave it in my yard. Leaning against the window, the truck driver cursed and muttered.

At this moment, there was a bang in the distance. Everyone subconsciously shrunk their necks, and then resumed small talk.

This war has been fought for half a year, and the sound of artillery and gunfire in Mindanao has not stopped. At first they would scream, but now they would shrink their necks at most. Human beings are habitual creatures, and when they can't change the situation, they begin to get used to life in the midst of war.

"The partisans are firing artillery again?"

"Those madmen who don't want to die...... Wait, what's that?" The man leaning against the car door suddenly noticed the commotion in front of the highway and couldn't help but frown.

Someone is running wild.

No. It's a bunch of people running wild. They ran through the gaps in the vehicles, climbed over the roof of the car through the front window, and frantically pounced on the living.

their faces......

It's blood!

Realizing that something was wrong, the man locked the car door. Hesitantly, he trotted two steps back, gritted his teeth and began to run away. Everyone ran up, to avoid the group of inexplicable madmen who gnawed on everyone.

Screams came and went, and the congested highway was in chaos. Drivers who are reluctant to leave the car behind, or curl up with their heads in their hands. or desperately stepping on the accelerator, although many people have watched Resident Evil, but when this qiē walked out of the screen, everyone's first reaction was helpless.

Are they really zombies?

Are they living or dead?

Once there is such hesitation, all that awaits you is death.

The truck driver closed the window in a panic, but the half-closed window was jammed by a hand that came in.

Cursing, he rounded the steering wheel lock and slammed the bloody hand as he stepped on the accelerator.

The truck smashed the BMW in front of it. I pushed it forward two meters, but I couldn't move it for half a minute.

The driver's face turned pale for a moment, and that's when he realized what a stupid choice it was to stay in the car when a group of bloodthirsty people pounced.

The bloodied madmen had surrounded him.

The driver shuddered and locked the steering wheel to his chest, looking at the shallow cracked window, his pants stained with yellow water.

At this moment, he suddenly glimpsed out of his peripheral vision that the taxi driver, who was still talking to him just now, had been pulled out of the broken window. Crying out the name of God and his daughter, he was bitten off his neck by a zombie......

……

In the city of Cagayan, police cars lined up on the bridge across the Cagayan River. Armed police officers with riot shields stood in front of the cordon, blocking crowds trying to cross the river.

Dongcheng District has been completely cut off from power and network, but these police use municipal special lines, so the command system is not chaotic, only everyone's brain is confused.

Compared with the unsuspecting people, they grasped the information coming from the front in the first place.

The crashed airliner was carrying an unknown virus. The fate of the infected is unknown, and the known clinical reaction is to go into a frenzy and attack a non-infected target. The entire eastern district of Cagayan City has been completely shrouded in the shadow of the virus. To prevent the spread of the virus to the western district, they set up temporary checkpoints on several bridges leading to the Cagayan River.

Of course, it is impossible for these grassroots police officers who block the bridge to know the inside story.

The order they received was simply to block the bridge, and no one was allowed to pass through Guò. And the riots that took place in Dongcheng District were all done by rioters. In order to prevent the rioters from infiltrating Xicheng District, they were ordered to block all roads leading to Xicheng District before the security forces brought the situation under control.

However, the people above did not explicitly tell them how to solve this problem.

Including Should You Shoot When Facing Zombies?

They are all civilians, even if they have lost their brains because of the virus, but they can still move, that means they are not dead! Who will be responsible for shooting at unarmed civilians or citizens of their own country! Moreover, what if they find out afterwards that there is a better way to solve the problem? such as an antidote or something.

It doesn't matter what the consequences will be.

Anyone who gives the order to shoot will face reckoning after the accident and may even be labeled a "butcher" and scolded for hundreds of years.

But tear gas and batons are almost useless against these lunatics. Even if a well-trained soldier could subdue one or two zombies in hand-to-hand combat, this kind of personal prowess would be useless in the face of the swarming corpses.

No one wants to be responsible, everyone knows what to do, but no one wants to give that order.

When the crisis hits, the management is still passing the buck to each other, which fully reflects the weakness of the Philippine government in responding to the crisis.

This has been fully demonstrated during the passage of several typhoons.

In the face of disaster, the country simply cannot survive without relying on international rescue teams.

"Why don't you let us cross the bridge! There's a riot there! instead of stopping them, you stop us poor people from fleeing?" shouted the man angrily, striking his fist against the riot shield.

Riots, this is the official explanation of the virus in the Philippines.

In order to avoid unnecessary panic. This is a white lie.

The reporter drove the camera and broadcast the chaotic scene through the Guò satellite base station.

"I'm in Cagayan City, Philippines, and at 10:37 p.m. tonight, there have been three horrific crashes in the city. The guerrillas launched a general assault on the military camp in the southwest, and the Green Church in Dongcheng District responded to the attack of the Moro guillas in response to the attack. In its response to the crisis, the Philippine government has shown itself to be weak and incompetent. Hong Kong journalists, who run faster than Western journalists, report for you. ”

Obviously, the report went on a business trip.

In the face of the indignant populace. The feelings of these policemen are very mixed. They had to face verbal abuse and saliva, but they couldn't fight back.

Government forces have urgently withdrawn a brigade from the front line and are pulling up protective nets in the streets two kilometres east of the bridge. As long as the situation on this side of the bridge is controlled, a medical check-up station will be set up to transfer people who have confirmed that they are "safe" to the other side of the bridge.

Thinking of this, the sheriff breathed a sigh of relief.

Although until now, the people in the Ministry of Health have not come up with a plan to control the epidemic.

Suddenly, screams were heard from the rear of the crowd.

Several zombies crawled over the railing of the bridge and rushed towards the crowd with no way back.

The zombies have broken through the army's defenses!

At the location where the riot broke out, the sheriff saw a zombie wearing a Filipino ** suit. One of his ears was bitten off. There was also a rifle on his shoulder, and the rifle was stained with blood......

The zombies rushing into the crowd are like tigers entering a flock, and people use leather bags, umbrellas, and even reporters' cameras, frantically banging on the zombies, but in the face of these crazy beasts, it is useless.

People pleaded with SWAT officers with riot shields, begging them to get out of the way. The policemen all looked in the direction of the sheriff, waiting for his orders. The sheriff held the walkie-talkie, and after the first sentence was said anxiously, he fell silent.

It turns out. As long as they stand in a certain position, even small people can decide the fate of thousands of people.

The police officers saw their superiors, the hand holding the walkie-talkie drooped, and then gradually relaxed......

The walkie-talkie slipped out of his hand. He pulled out the police revolver from his waist and aimed it at the crowd.

Bang!

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

The man scrambling for the police riot shield slowly fell to the ground with his eyes in disbelief.

No one expected the police to shoot. Even the police didn't expect that their leaders would fire the first shot.

"What are you waiting for! Shoot! Think about your loved ones behind you. They're infected, not thugs! Don't you see! All those who are scratched and bitten will become their kind! The responsibility is all mine, I order you, shoot! shoot!" The sheriff used all his strength to yell at his men.

The roar blew away the fear.

The gunfire rang out sporadically, and after the initial hesitation, it began to intensify.

The forsaken face in despair with those who had guarded them, and the eyes that went from pain to determination to indifference.

For the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, thousands of sacrifices were made.

The sergeant did not fulfill the ambiguous and stubborn orders of his superiors and arbitrarily gave the order to shoot. Those who did not want to die began to jump into the river, the desperate opened their arms, and those who were unwilling to be abandoned threw stones at the blast shield with their last strength

The stone smashed into the sheriff's face, smashing his forehead. Blood ran down his forehead, staining his left eye.

And yet he was laughing.

The "right order" had been given, and what would happen in the end was no longer something he could predict.

He raised his pistol again and closed his eyes.

Only this time, he was aiming at his own temple.

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