When he got home, Pete opened the door and he shouted, "Mom! I am back. No one answered, though he shouted many times.

Waiting until the evening, Pete did not see his mother.

"Call the police!" Pete seemed to have made up his mind and dialed the phone. The line was actually broken, and it couldn't be connected at all.

"I've got to go find Caller!" Pete immediately ran to Kahlert's house.

The door of Caller's house is ajar, and Pete carefully opens the door of Caller's house, but it is strangely empty inside.

"What's going on? My God, where did you leave Callert? Pete was jumping around at Kahlert's house with his head in his hands.

There are many similar things, the world has changed beyond everyone's imagination, and the intensification of infection has made many superheroes unresponsive, and they have unexpectedly turned into zombies. The number of those things is increasing, and the world is becoming more and more dangerous.

The same thing happened in a school, if there is one school that has been most affected by this infection, it is the school, according to the current situation, half of the students in black high schools will not come to class, including the senior students who will go on to higher education, which is a headache for the school leadership.

However, there is another exception to this, and that is the group of people on the playground at this time, who are still practicing baseball.

And at the end of the playground, there was a middle-aged man watching them.

The man clapped his hands and motioned for them to stop. The boys stopped training and walked up to him.

"Coach, what's wrong?" One of the first boys asked.

"I'm very happy with your performance today and I hope you can stick with it and prepare for next week's game. Also, I hope that when I train, I don't play sloppy, I just saw a few people watching the ball fly over at a loss, that's stupid, you know? ”

"Coach, I probably won't be here tomorrow," said a boy next to him.

"Why?" The man asked directly. "Because of this epidemic, my parents didn't allow me to go out, and I forced me to come here today."

"Okay, I'm not forcing you, but when this flu subsides, you'll have to come back and continue training, you know?" Well, a couple of boys then expressed the same idea

"Principal, I can't stand it, two-thirds of my baseball team is not coming! Maybe it's not much different from me quitting and I'm still here. Why, do you still agree to leave of absence from students at the school? It seems like many teachers have asked you this question, right? ”

The coach just now came to the principal's office. "Gerrard, don't you think that the flu that the Hydra Organization released the biochemical missile to tell the public this time is just a hoax?" The headmaster turned his back to Gerrard and looked out the window at the school.

"If it's not the flu, it's just a common infectious disease at best," Gerard said with a smile. "No, can't you see it? Perhaps this time will be the end of humanity. The principal said worriedly.

"Doomsday? What do you mean? Gerrard wondered. You're a college student, and you should know a little bit about biology, even if you're a sports coach. The headmaster carried his hands on his back.

"If it had been a general contagion, Ambrera and the army wouldn't have started locking us down. This is something that everyone can see. The headmaster said again.

"Has Ambrera and the army started the blockade?" Gerrard was as if he didn't understand anything.

"That group of so-called experts actually thought that this flu infection was nothing at first, and then they became alert, but it was too late, and they are still deceiving the public!" The headmaster grew more and more excited.

They didn't know that the current army would not be able to finish in a few days, and the same was true of Ambrera, and they did not expect such a dangerous thing.

"Gerrard, I advise you to get out of this city quickly! Otherwise we would all have to die here, and the children are innocent, so they are going to take a leave of absence, and I agreed. The headmaster said with a sigh.

"Headmaster, we should send out a notice as soon as possible and let all the students go back!" Gerrard said quickly.

"Oh, I used to think about it, but a lot of parents and students think it's really just a flu, it's ridiculous." The headmaster said self-deprecatingly.

"Anyway, even if they think it's just a flu, we should force them to go home, it's safer at home than at school." Gerrard suggested.

"Okay, I'll consider your suggestion, I still have to think about something, you go first!" The principal waved his hand, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but he couldn't help it, otherwise maybe he would have done it.

"Hmm," Gerrard turned and left the principal's office.

As soon as he left the office, Gerrard was lost in thought, thinking about how to tell the students, how to evacuate, how to deal with the disaster.

"Oops." A shrill female voice interrupted his train of thought as he felt something crash against him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Knowing that he was stuck in deep thought, Gerald raised his head and said to the person who came, it was a teacher. She looked weird. Gerard didn't pay much attention either, he didn't know that the man was already infected.

Then he lowered his head again and pondered. But as soon as he looked down, he saw a bright red, and it was blood.

"Huh? Wait a minute! "Gerard realized something was wrong. He immediately turned and ran towards the teacher, who he knew might have been infected.

"Hey! Teacher, you wait! Gerard shouted as he ran. What's wrong? The teacher covered his mouth and whispered.

Gerard pointed to himself and asked, "Excuse me, are you feeling any wrong?" "Gerrard had heard a lot about the infection, and he was alarmed." Nothing," the teacher wanted to get away from Gerrard's inquiry.

"Wait!" Gerard blocked the teacher's path. "Are you infected?" Gerrard was very direct.

"No, I didn't go away," the teacher went crazy. "You name it!"

"Go away!!" The teacher shouted hoarsely. She's about to mutate, and there are many varieties of biochemical missiles that basically infect everyone, and this is something that no one else can think of.

Gerard paused, and the female teacher lowered her head.

Suddenly, the female teacher glanced at Gerard. "It's a strange thing, does it seem to be conscious?" It occurred to Gerard that in his mind, the infected person should be unconscious. Anyway, it may not be completely infected, and there are many possibilities that others can't think of. Infection is intensifying the world, and it is becoming more and more dangerous, so that many superheroes have no choice. (To be continued.) )