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Babulu looked at his wife and several children lying on the bed, and his heart was full of anxiety.

Recently, it has been like a nightmare that has hit Baburu's heart, from being buried in a collapsed wooden house with a shaking, to now being riddled with illness, it is all so false, as if all the joy of the past was foam, and it bursts at the first poke.

You must know that at the beginning, Baburu was still very happy to see the rich old man in the city buried under the rubble, as a poor man, Baburu gloated about the bad luck of these rich people, but then the plague blew everywhere like a gust of wind.

Baburu's wife, son, and daughter were infected one after another, until finally Baburu himself was infected with this terrible disease, cursing the incompetent government in despair again and again.

But lately Baburu has changed his mind and continues to praise the wisdom of His Excellency the President, which is naturally due to the emergence of a miracle medicine that can restrain the disease, which is rumored to come from the great China.

Looking at his wife and children who are getting better in bed, although he is very poor, Baburu is still much happier, at least better than those brothers who have not survived until now.

Praise the president, praise the miracle medicine, Bablu let out a hint of cheer.

Countless of these men uttered the same admiration, and finally gathered on Isar's desk.

Luxurious office interior.

From time to time, there were bursts of laughter, but no one outside dared to come forward to inquire about it, because this was Isar's office, and no one would have the audacity to anger a dictator.

"Your Excellency, this is great news."

A cronie beside him smiled at Isar's demeanor, carefully figuring out the thoughts of the superior.

"That's right, this time it's over, even if that group of damn guys has the secret support of the Mi Guoyan, as long as we don't go into battle shirtless, we will be safe."

Isar is obviously dissatisfied with the bomb planted in his own country, and since the beginning of that incident, he has hinted and threatened himself openly or implicitly, forcing himself, but after all, the strength in his hands is very weak, and Isar does not have the courage to lift the table.

Because he has been struggling long enough, and now he has finally reached the peak, his courage is slowly becoming smaller, his momentum is exhausted, and he begins to become suspicious.

At this time, just guarding against the chaos of his subordinates is enough to consume energy, so it is natural to turn a blind eye to the problems left by the previous regime, and it is better to be ridden than to be buried, but this time the rice guys suffered a big loss, and Isar had to be happy.

Although this is only part of the great power game, it can be regarded as a bad breath for yourself.

"By the way, how did those people handle?" Isar laughed for a while and suddenly turned cold, glanced at the cronies around him, and asked the people around him with a hint of doubt and fierceness.

Even if they were cronies for many years, at this moment they all had a feeling that they would be executed if they hesitated a little, and they shuddered suddenly, and blurted out: "They have all sacrificed their lives for the country, and they have been beaten to death on the streets by angry refugees." ”

The cronies pretended to have a sad expression, but in fact they looked at Isar cautiously, waiting for the following.

Isar is naturally very happy, these damned rebels deserve to die, as for how they died, he doesn't care, now he cares more about the stability of the domestic regime, which is related to his own glory and wealth.

However, since people sacrificed their lives for the country, they obviously couldn't show their excited expressions, so the office became such a sad atmosphere, but in fact, no one was sad at all.

......

Lin Lei on the other side slowly counted the system layout, and the beating of each number was a taste of excitement, like touching the white rabbit of Yun Su. Hop and hop.

Eight hundred one, eight hundred two, eight hundred and three...... Eight hundred forty.five ......

Uh, what the hell is this? Why are there still half of them? Lin Lei counted and counted, and suddenly saw a point five, what was this doing! Is it bad to bully me in math? What is the time to start to appear by the order of magnitude of half a person.

Lin Lei's mind was full of mud, and he thought hatefully, is this damn system Hei Laozi a head. What's the matter, this is a person! You just ate it like that, how much effort did Lao Tzu spend to make it, no, I have to figure it out.

Lin Lei silently read the system panel in his mind and began to slowly "input" the problem.

Every time I see the old-fashioned blue screen panel, Lin Lei is a kind of egg pain, numb egg, can't you get a receptionist?

"System, why is there half a person, what is the situation?"

"Dididi~

According to the test, the previous stage of the release task was based on the data of the Chinese people, and the current analysis of the data results gives two African data to convert the data of one Chinese people, and the results are synthesized. ”

Grass, good pit feeling, it's going to be 200,000 people...... No, the result of 200,000 and a half people, this system is simply naked discrimination, but Lin Lei understands, no wonder the front is slowly jumping little by little, but there is a small tail left behind, it is estimated that the first batch of drugs has run out!

Lin Lei thought dejectedly, praying in his heart that he must infect more people this time, don't just coax it like this, then you will be a shame in the plague world.

Lin Lei hated to think about things that didn't matter, but he didn't know that someone would help him achieve this kind of thing, that person was naturally Isar, as the president, what could be more than this to make those people at the bottom feel the fear in their hearts and the greatness of Mr. President?

Therefore, for the sake of the identity of the savior, Isar has long ordered his cronies to slowly infect some areas that have not been affected by the disaster, just for the dark side of his heart.

Both of them thought so, and the disaster continued to expand.

......

Lin Lei smirked, and at this time the door was opened.

"What's the matter, you look smirked, isn't it crazy for you."

Yun Shu, who pushed open the door and came in, glanced at Lin Lei who was sitting on the bed with a harass, but he still stepped forward to serve this old man, at least this bed still has to sleep at night, and it can't be dirty!

"Hehe, it's nothing, you just can't control your saliva when you think of crispy." Lin Lei wiped his saliva cheaply, and came over to kiss Yun Su, but was avoided, so Lin Lei naturally went back sullenly.

"By the way, how are you doing, look at how you're tired."

Lin Lei asked for warmth and prepared to attack with warmth.

But Yun Su began to blow up his hair when he heard it, and scolded when he pointed at Lin Lei.

"I'm so busy It's not you who can do it, the old lady can go back to enjoy the happiness, you are a dead person, you have to stay with him, and you also cheated me, so I almost used the old lady as a coolie, and I was busy working every day, and you were alone in a chic ......"