<=""></> (Today’s 5th update, I stayed up late for two days to get it. I’ll go to the hospital for a checkup later... I didn’t believe that there would be any chance in this industry before. It’s an occupational disease, but I still need to pay more attention to exercise. I’ve been feeling so uncomfortable these past few days that I can’t eat. I hope it’s just a psychological effect...
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The most prosperous area in Dongcheng District is filled with piercing whistles.
On the originally narrow street, cars were jammed into a long queue with no end or end in sight. Unable to understand what was going on and unable to get through on the phone, people had no choice but to use loudspeakers and swear words to vent their dissatisfaction.
"Can the people in front of you hurry up! What are you doing, damn!" Jiang, the driver of the truck, stuck his head out of the window and cursed at the people in front of him.
Seeing that the crowded traffic was not moving forward, the man got out of the car, leaned against the car door, looked around, and chatted with the driver of the car next to him.
"Shet, how long will this blockage last?"
"I hope it's not tomorrow. Do you know what happened ahead?"
"Who knows, the phone can't be connected, the Internet can't be connected, and my wife is still waiting for me at home. Fake, this is really unlucky. Speaking of which, have we ever had a traffic jam here?"
"Probably... no. No, it seemed like there was a traffic jam a year ago."
"I heard that a plane crashed in our Dongcheng District. Maybe it was because of that "="l"." The driver of another car also joined the conversation between the two.
"Aha, was that a plane just now? I thought it was a meteor... Whatever it is, don't land in my yard." Leaning against the window, the truck driver muttered cursingly.
At this time, there was an explosion in the distance. Everyone shrank their necks subconsciously, and then resumed chatting.
This war has been going on for half a year, and the sound of artillery and gunfire in Mindanao has not stopped. At first they would scream, but now they shrink their necks at most. Humans are creatures of habit. When this situation cannot be changed, they will begin to get used to this life in the flames of war.
"The guerrillas are firing off artillery again?"
"Those life-threatening lunatics...wait, what is that?" The man leaning against the car door suddenly noticed the commotion in front of the highway. He couldn't help but frowned.
Someone is running wildly.
No, it was a group of people running wildly. They ran through the gap between the vehicles. He climbed over the roof of the car by stepping on the front window and pounced on the living person wildly.
on their faces…
is blood!
Realizing that something was wrong, the man locked the car door, hesitantly took two steps back, then gritted his teeth and started running away. Everyone started running to avoid the inexplicable group of lunatics who nibbled on everyone they saw.
Screams came one after another, and the congested highway became a mess. The driver is reluctant to abandon the car, or huddles up with his head in his arms. Or stepping on the accelerator desperately. Although many people have watched Resident Evil, when all this comes off the screen, everyone's first reaction is to be helpless.
Are they really zombies
Are they living or dead
Once you hesitate like this, only death awaits you.
The truck driver hurriedly closed the window, but the half-closed window was blocked by a hand that reached in.
While cursing, he rounded the steering wheel lock, beat his bloody hand desperately, and stepped on the accelerator at the same time.
The truck smashed the BMW in front of it. I pushed it forward two meters, but it couldn't move any more.
The driver's face turned pale for a moment, and then he realized. What a stupid choice to stay in the car when a group of bloodthirsty people pounce on you.
The group of lunatics with their faces covered in blood had surrounded him.
The driver trembled and held the steering wheel lock against his chest, looking at the slightly cracked car window. His pants were lightly stained with yellow water stains.
At this time, he suddenly saw with his peripheral vision that the taxi driver who had been chatting with him just now had been pulled out of the broken window, crying the names of God and his daughter, and had his neck bitten off by the zombies. …
…
Cagayan City. Police cars were lined up on the bridge across the Cagayan River. Armed policemen holding riot shields stood in front of the cordon, blocking crowds trying to cross the river.
Dongcheng District has been completely cut off from power and internet. However, these police officers were using municipal lines, so there was no confusion in the command system, only in everyone's brains.
Compared with the uninformed people, they grasped the intelligence coming from the front immediately<="l">.
The crashed passenger plane carried an unknown virus, and the life and death status of the infected was unknown. The known clinical reaction was to fall into madness and attack all non-infected targets. The entire Dongcheng District of Cagayan City has been shrouded in the shadow of the virus. In order to prevent the spread of the virus to the western city, they set up temporary checkpoints on several bridges leading to the Cagayan River.
Of course, it is impossible for the grassroots police who blocked the bridge to know the inside story.
The order they received was simply to block the bridge and no one was allowed to pass. The riots that occurred in Dongcheng District were all caused by thugs. In order to prevent rioters from following the crowds into Xicheng District, they were ordered to block all roads leading to Xicheng District until security forces took control of the situation.
However, the people above did not clearly tell them how to solve this problem.
Including should you shoot when facing zombies
shot? They are all civilians. Even if their brains are damaged due to the virus, they can still move, which means they are not dead yet! Who is responsible for shooting at unarmed civilians or citizens of your own country? What's more, what if it turns out later that there is a better way to solve this problem? Like an antidote or something.
It no longer matters what the consequences will be.
Anyone who gives the order to shoot will definitely face liquidation after the accident, and may even be labeled a "butcher" and scolded for hundreds of years.
Not shooting? But tear gas and batons are of little use against these lunatics. Even if well-trained soldiers can subdue one or two zombies with hand-to-hand combat, such personal bravery has no effect at all in the face of the swarming zombies.
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's attitude of still passing the buck to each other fully reflects the weakness of the Philippine government in responding to the crisis.
This point has been fully demonstrated when several typhoons passed through.
When faced with disaster. This country cannot survive without international rescue teams.
"Why didn't you let us cross the bridge! There was a riot there! Instead of stopping them, you stopped poor people like us from escaping?" The man banged his fist on the riot shield and shouted angrily.
riot. This is the Philippines’ official explanation of the virus.
This is a white lie to avoid unnecessary panic.
Reporters drive cameras. The chaotic scene was relayed through the satellite base station.
"I am now in Cagayan City, Philippines. At 10:37 tonight, a total of three shocking incidents occurred in this city! Air crashes, guerrillas launched a general attack on the military camp in the southwest, and the Green Church in Dongcheng District passed the violence. The Moro guerrillas reacted to the attack in response. In responding to the crisis, the Philippine government showed weakness and incompetence. Hong Kong reporters who can run faster than Western reporters report for you."
Clearly, there was an error in the report.
Faced with an indignant public. The emotions of these police officers are very complicated. They had to face verbal abuse and verbal abuse, but they couldn't fight back.
The government forces have urgently withdrawn a brigade of troops from the front line and are setting up a protective net on the street two kilometers east of the bridge. As long as the situation on this side of the bridge is under control, a medical examination station will be established soon and people who are confirmed to be "safe" will be transferred to the other side of the bridge.
Thinking of this, the police chief relaxed a little<="r">.
Although until now, the Ministry of Health has not come up with a plan to control the epidemic.
Suddenly, screams came from behind the crowd.
Several zombies rolled over the railing of the bridge and rushed towards the crowd with no way to retreat.
The zombies have broken through the army's defense line!
At the location where the riot broke out, the police chief saw a zombie wearing a Filipino uniform. One of his ears was bitten off. The rifle is still hanging on the shoulder, and the rifle is still stained with blood...
Zombies rushing into the crowd are like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep. People use bags, umbrellas, and even reporters' cameras. Beating the zombies like crazy, but facing these crazy beasts, it's useless.
People begged SWAT officers holding riot shields, begging them to get out of the way. The policemen all looked in the direction of the chief, waiting for his order. The police sergeant held the walkie-talkie and said the first sentence anxiously, then fell silent.
It turns out that even a small person can decide the fate of thousands of people just by standing in a certain position.
The police officers 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 from his waist and pointed it 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.
No one 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 relatives behind you, they are infected, not thugs! Don't you see! All those who are scratched and bitten will become their kind! The responsibility is all mine, I Order you, shoot! Shoot! Shoot—!" The sergeant used all his strength and roared at his men.
The roar blew away the fear.
Gunshots sounded sparsely, and after the initial hesitation, they began to become more intensive.
The abandoned people desperately faced those who had protected them, and their eyes changed from pain to determination to indifference.
Thousands of sacrifices were made for the lives of hundreds of thousands.
The sergeant did not comply with the ambiguous and stubborn orders of his superiors and gave the order to shoot arbitrarily. Those who did not want to die began 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 rock hit the sergeant in the face, cracking his forehead. Blood trailed down his forehead and stained his left eye.
Yet he was laughing.
The "correct order" has been given, and what will happen in the end is no longer something he can predict.
He raised the pistol again and closed his eyes.
Only this time, he aimed at his temple.
Bang—!(.)<=""><=""><="">