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Chapter 153 Riot
[Reverse smoking like a fairy]: Brother Wolf, I'm resurrected now.You are too far from my position, we will not pass.The Tudou girl is helping me, and the cute boy is a little absent-minded.

[Reverse smoking like a fairy]: In addition, while waiting for the resurrection, I discussed a plan with netizens on the forum, and I called it "Baby Bashi"!This plan just happened to be able to shoot an entertainment video.But, Brother Wolf, you three are going to miss the ribbon-cutting event of "Baby Bashi".Can you come back soon?
[Wolf who meows like a cat]: No way.The situation here is complicated.

Brother Wolf put away the game interface and stayed vigilant with the other two.

This is the center of the residential area, a taller and stronger building stands quietly.

Generally speaking, this kind of place will be the best choice for handling business.

However, at the gate of this building, there was a large area of ​​smashed syringes.

"What happened? Are the residents here out of their minds?" The resident of Giant Spirit City picked up a syringe. "So many special medicines are gone, I feel distressed."

Brother Wolf bent down and noticed a trampled shoe at the gate.

……

"We want special medicine!"

"Special medicine!"

People were excited.

There were more than a hundred of them, and they firmly blocked the entrance of the temporary office.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet!" The director of the Center for Disease Control and Prevention stood a little higher than the gate, and said to the refugees below, "Have everyone read the news I sent? The special medicine has not arrived yet." The stage where it can be put into use. For the specific situation, let our researchers talk about it.”

The riotous crowd, which was supposed to start to quiet down, grew louder when he mentioned "researchers."

The director frowned slightly.

This situation was not normal, something must have happened that he didn't know about.

"Look at him, look at his arm!" A voice was extremely loud in the crowd, "You still say it can't be used? Such a serious symptom, after a shot of special medicine, it will be much better after one night!"

A little boy looked timidly at the crowd around him.

He was pushed to the front by the crowd.

The CDC director knew him.

This is a researcher's kid.

The little boy's entire right arm was completely exposed at this moment, and black and purple marks of swelling and distortion could be seen.

This situation is already serious.

According to the current method, he can only remove his right arm as soon as possible, perform an amputation operation, and pray to heaven, hoping that the distortion will not spread to other parts.

If the status quo is maintained, the distortion symptoms are likely to spread to the neck, and then the head.

Then, the little boy must die.

However, the situation is different now.

On the upper part of the little boy's arm, there is an obvious light red mark, which is distinct from top to bottom.

The abnormal symptoms that should have spread were abruptly controlled below the light red mark.

Is this the effect of special medicine?

"Give us the special medicine!" A middle-aged woman raised her left hand infected by the distortion, and shouted in a loud voice, "You people who do things want to get the medicine in your pocket! We ordinary people , isn’t it considered a human being?”

"That's right, they must have embezzled all the medicine!"

"If Xiao Chen hadn't given his son an injection, we would have been kept in the dark!"

The director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention was not good at words, and when he heard these harsh and emotional insults and slanders, his anger rose slowly.

Xiao Chen?that researcher?He actually violated the regulations and injected his son with this special drug that was still in the experimental stage.If it weren't for the special situation now, this behavior would have sent Xiao Chen to jail!

He was directly involved in the research, so he must know how many terrible side effects there are.

"Everyone listen to me, this special medicine—"

Angry people started throwing things at him.

Somebody picked up a stone and threw it right on the director's forehead.

The director of the CDC's eyes darkened, and he fell backwards.

The soldiers who arrived late dispersed the crowd and rescued the director in time.

One of his shoes, left in place, was trampled by the chaotic crowd.

……

Brother Wolf and the three walked into the office.

The office has two floors, which is much better than the board room outside.

It's a mess here, and all kinds of documents are everywhere, but they are all damaged and worthless.

"In this kind of place, you can always find some special medicines, right?" the people of Giant Spirit City rummaged through boxes and chests.

"The kennels of the deformed wild dogs are cleaner than here." The guerrilla leader commented.

Brother Wolf walked up the stairs with a gun in his hand.

He walked to the door of a room and looked back to see the hole left in the metal railing.

That is the trace left by the bullet passing through.

Push open the door, a bed, a long bracket for medical needles.

The window beside the bed was half collapsed, but the rows of board houses in the residential area outside could still be seen from the room.

"A patient was lying here?" Brother Lang guessed from the layout of the room.

……

The director of the CDC was lying quietly on the hospital bed.

His forehead was wrapped with gauze, and a bottle of glucose syrup flowed into his vein through a hanging needle.

"I'm sorry for you this time." The mayor sat on the edge of the bed. "I didn't expect them to gather so quickly. When I arrive with soldiers, you will already be lying on the ground."

"Yeah." The director looked out the window and hummed softly to show that he heard it.

"I'll let three people work shifts at your door. If anything happens, just call the guard to come in."

"Ah."

The mayor opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He finally said: "Director, I...can I ask you a question?"

"Huh?" The director of the CDC slowly turned his head.

The mayor looked behind him to make sure that the door was closed, and that his voice was low enough that no one outside could hear him: "You know, I have a daughter who lives in a board room next to this. Her The condition is progressing very quickly, and maybe within a week, it will be almost the same as that little boy. As a father, I am anxious."

The director looked at the mayor, the collaborator who brought the refugees together, and suddenly felt his stomach churn.

"I know that these drugs must have side effects, such as lowered immunity, or increased risk of Alzheimer's disease," the mayor tried to persuade the director of the CDC, "but in an emergency, these side effects are acceptable After all, compared with the dead, one must at least survive first, and then consider the side effects. Director, I beg you, can you get some diluted medicine? Come on, wouldn't the side effects be much less?"

The director wants to speak.

He wanted to correct the mayor's ignorant medical knowledge, he wanted to tell about the appalling side effects, and he even wanted to violate the regulations by telling the mayor all the experiments they had done that violated human ethics.

However, he didn't know whether it was a mild concussion caused by the forehead, or an increase in blood pressure caused by emotional agitation. The director of the CDC opened his mouth and vomited all over the floor.

He passed out again.

"Come on, come on! Where's the doctor!" The mayor's voice was particularly sharp.

……

Brother Wolf walked out of the room and observed the bullet holes on the metal railing again.

He found the location where the bullet was fired based on the traces left by the bullet.

It was in front of the single ward.

This position is usually used to stand guard.

The guards fired?

(End of this chapter)