Huo Xiujie took off the helmet of the chemical protective suit and threw it aside.

"It's useless and in the way, why are you wearing it!"

He ripped off his hazmat suit and took it off.

Then, sitting on the ground against the wall, he took a cigarette from the pocket of the fallen man and lit one.

He wanted to calm himself down and think about it.

Although this is a quarantine area, under normal circumstances, when people are not feeling well, the first place they will go to is the hospital.

It's a college, and there must be hospitals.

Huo Xiujie got up, leaned on the windowsill, and looked around at the buildings in the academy.

Now I can really only use the word dead silence to describe the Secret Service Academy in front of me.

Huo Xiujie had a cigarette in his mouth, and a small breeze blew his hair.

He looked at the walls of the academy, which were getting higher and higher.

Suddenly, for a moment, he felt that these people in their walls were abandoned by those outside the walls.

Huo Xiujie sneered, when the Huo Group collapsed, he followed his mother to live on the streets when he was young.

I have also felt this way when I spent cold nights in the garbage dump.

The feeling of abandonment.

It wasn't a big deal, he was not even seven years old at the time, and he killed all the thugs who came to bully their mother and son.

When he stood in front of his mother like a bloody man, he vowed to be the boss of that neighborhood.

That's all when he was a child, how can his name of a cultivator who eats both black and white come out of nowhere?

Since childhood, Huo Xiujie has been convinced that dignity is earned through hard work and blood.

After smoking this cigarette, he walked briskly down the stairs and ran towards the building with the red cross he had just seen.

The door of the hospital, without any suspense, was wide open.

The situation in the corridor was even more terrible.

There were dying people lying all over the ground.

Huo Xiujie cautiously stepped over the people on the ground, opened the doors one by one, and checked the situation inside.

Suddenly, his legs were held by a pair of weak hands.

Huo Xiujie lowered his head, she was a girl who was a little fat and had a big nose.

Her face turned pale, and her purple lips slowly trembled,

"You...... You can also walk to prove that you are right for ...... Viruses have antibodies.

We...... Abandoned, you must go out and find a ...... Leaf...... The man of clear words. ”

"Who is Ye Qingyan?" Huo Xiujie squatted down and grabbed the girl's shoulder.

She ...... It's ......" Before he could finish speaking, he fainted.

【Li Mansion】

Ye Qingyan mentally figured out how to find Gong Luochen through Huo Siyu, and soon she figured out a ghost idea.

Just as he was about to get up to leave, he looked at his laptop and suddenly flashed a flash of light in front of him.

I don't know what the situation of the Secret Service Academy is now, she can hack into the college's network and talk to Xie Yuqing to ask.

Ye Qingyan's white fingers flew on the keyboard.

But she tried many times, and the network servers of the Secret Service Academy were all shut down, and it was impossible to get in at all.

What's the situation?

Could it be that the school is out of power?

She tried to call all the college's calls using dialing software, but there was no response.

Ye Qingyan blinked, and pages quickly popped up on the screen, all of which were blank.

She wanted to look for satellite photos of the academy through satellites, but they were all blank?

Someone is deliberately locking down the epidemic in the academy!

Ye Qingyan frowned slightly, and a trace of spark flashed in the depths of his eyes.

She pressed the enter key and had no choice but to use the Evil Emperor virus code to call the X-13 satellite of the United States to take satellite photos of the college.