Chapter 570 Fragility

(It’s five o’clock today, I stayed up late for two days to get it out. I didn’t believe that there would be occupational diseases in this industry before I went to the hospital for an examination later, but I still pay more attention to exercise. These days I feel really uncomfortable and can’t eat, I hope just psychological

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In the most prosperous part of Dongcheng District, there are piercing whistles.

On the narrow street, the cars were blocked into a long queue with an invisible head and tail. Unable to understand the situation ahead and unable to get through the phone, people had to vent their dissatisfaction with loudspeakers and swear words.

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

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

"Shet, when will this be blocked?"

"I hope it's not tomorrow. Do you know what's going on?"

"Ghost knows, I can't get through the phone, and I can't connect to the Internet. My wife is still waiting for me at home. Falk, what a bad luck. Speaking of which, have we ever been stuck in traffic here?"

"Probably not. No, it seems to have been blocked a year ago."

"I heard that a plane crashed in our Dongcheng District, maybe it was because of that." The driver of another car also joined the conversation between the two.

"Aha, that was an airplane just now? I thought it was a shooting star, whatever it is, don't fall into my yard." Leaning against the car window, the truck driver muttered cursingly.

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

This war has been fought for half a year, and the sound of artillery and gunfire in Mindanao has never stopped. At first they screamed, but now they just shrink their necks. Humans are creatures of habit. When the situation cannot be changed, they will begin to get used to this kind of life in the flames of war.

"The guerrillas are firing cannons again?"

"Wait, those desperate lunatics, what is that?" The man leaning against the car door suddenly noticed the commotion ahead of the road, and couldn't help frowning.

Someone is running wild.

No. It was a group of people running wildly. They ran through gaps in vehicles,

Stepping on the front window, he jumped over the roof of the car and rushed towards the living people frantically.

their faces

is blood!

Realizing that something was wrong, the man locked the car door. After hesitating, he trotted back two steps, gritted his teeth, and started to escape. Everyone ran, in order to avoid the group of inexplicable lunatics who gnaw on everyone.

There were screams one after another, and there was chaos on the congested road. The driver who is reluctant to leave the car, or hugs his head and curls up. Or stepping on the accelerator desperately, although many people have watched Resident Evil, but when all this came out of the screen, everyone's first reaction was helplessness.

Are they really zombies?

Are they living or dead?

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

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

While cursing, he turned the steering wheel lock, beat the bloody hand desperately, and stepped on the accelerator at the same time.

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

The driver's face paled for a while, and only then did he realize what a stupid choice it was to stay in the car when a group of bloodthirsty people rushed towards him.

The group of bloody lunatics had surrounded him.

The driver shivered and locked the steering wheel on his chest, looking at the slightly cracked window, his pants were slightly stained with yellow water stains.

At this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and the taxi driver who was chatting with him just now had been pulled out of the broken window. Crying and shouting the name of God and his daughter, his neck was bitten off by a zombie

In Cagayan City, police cars lined up on the bridge across the Cagayan River. Armed police with riot shields guarded the cordon, blocking the crowd trying to cross the river.

Dongcheng District has completely cut off the power and internet, but the police are using the municipal dedicated line, so the command system is not in chaos, it is just everyone's brains that are in chaos.

Compared with the uninformed people, they grasped the information from the front immediately.

The crashed passenger plane carried an unknown virus. The life and death conditions of the infected are unknown, and the known clinical reaction is to go into a frenzy and attack all non-infected targets. The entire East District of Cagayan City has been shrouded in the shadow of the virus. In order to prevent the virus from spreading to the western city, they set up temporary checkpoints on several bridges leading to the Cagayan River.

Of course, it is impossible for these grassroots policemen who blocked the bridge to know the inside story.

The order they received was only to block the bridge, and no one was allowed to pass. The riots in Dongcheng District were all caused by rioters. In order to prevent mobs from mixing with the crowd into Xicheng District, they were ordered to block all roads leading to Xicheng District before the security forces took control of the situation.

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

Including whether you should shoot when facing zombies?

shot? They are all civilians. Even if their brains are damaged by the virus, they can still move, which means they are not dead yet! Shooting at unarmed civilians, or citizens of your own country, who will be responsible for such consequences! What's more, what if it is later discovered that there is a better way to solve this problem? Like antidote or something.

It doesn't matter what the consequences will be.

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

don't shoot? But tear gas and batons are of little use to these lunatics. Even if a well-trained soldier can subdue one or two zombies by hand-to-hand combat, in the face of the swarming corpses, this kind of personal bravery is useless at all.

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

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

This point has been fully reflected in the passage of several typhoons.

When faced with disaster, the country simply cannot survive without the help of an international rescue team.

"Why didn't you let us cross the bridge! There was a riot there! Instead of stopping them, you stopped us poor people from fleeing?" the man banged on the riot shield with his fist and shouted angrily.

Riots, that's the Philippines' official explanation for the virus.

To avoid unnecessary panic. This is a white lie.

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

"I'm in Cagayan City, Philippines. At 10:37 tonight, three appalling incidents occurred in this city! Air crash. The guerrillas launched a general attack on the military camp in the southwest, and the Green Church in Dongcheng District responded by rioting. The attacking Moro guerrillas. In the response to the crisis, the Philippine government was weak and incompetent. The Hong Kong reporter, who runs faster than the western reporter, will report for you."

Clearly, reporting went wrong.

Facing an outraged public. The mood of these police officers is very complicated. They had to deal with name-calling and spitting, but they couldn't fight back.

The government army has urgently withdrawn a brigade of troops from the front line, and is pulling up the protective net on the street two kilometers east of the bridge. As long as the situation on the bridge side is under control, a medical examination station will be established in a short while, and people who have been confirmed as "safe" will be transferred to the other side of the bridge.

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

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

Suddenly, screams came from behind the crowd.

A few zombies climbed over the railing of the bridge and rushed towards the crowd who had no way out.

Zombies have broken through the army's defenses!

At the location where the riot broke out, the sheriff saw a zombie in a Filipino uniform. One of his ears was bitten off. And the rifle still slung over the shoulder, and the rifle still smeared with blood

The zombies rushing into the crowd are like a tiger entering a herd of sheep. People frantically beat the zombies with leather bags, umbrellas, and even reporters' cameras. However, it is useless to face these crazy beasts.

People begged the SWAT police with riot shields, begging them to move out of the way. The police were all looking in the direction of the sheriff, waiting for his order. The sheriff held the walkie-talkie and said the first sentence anxiously, then fell silent.

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

When the policemen saw their superiors, the hand holding the walkie-talkie dropped, and then gradually relaxed

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

boom!

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

The man who was fighting for the police riot shield stared in disbelief, and slowly fell to the ground.

Nobody expected the police to shoot. Even the police did not expect that their leader would fire the first shot.

"What are you waiting for! Shoot! Think about the loved ones behind you. They are infected, not thugs! Didn't you see it! All those who are scratched and bitten will become their kind! The responsibility is all on me, I I order you, shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" the sheriff shouted at his subordinates with all his strength.

The roar dispelled the fear.

Gunshots rang out sparsely, and after the initial hesitation, they began to increase in intensity.

The abandoned people desperately face those who once guarded them, and the eyes from pain to determination to indifference.

Thousands of sacrifices were made for the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

The sheriff did not carry out the ambiguous and persistent orders of his superiors, and arbitrarily issued the order to shoot. Those who did not want to die started to jump into the river, those who were desperate opened their arms, and those who were unwilling to be abandoned used their last strength to throw stones at the explosion-proof shield

The stone hit the sheriff in the face, smashing his forehead. Blood ran down his forehead, staining his left eye.

Yet he was laughing.

The "correct order" has been issued, and what will happen in the end is no longer what he can predict.

He raised the pistol again and closed his eyes.

Only this time, he aimed at his own temple.

Bang! (To be continued.)