Close the gate of the courtyard tightly, Tristy leaned her back against the gate of the courtyard, frowned.

The footsteps approached happily from not far away. She raised her eyes and saw her daughter Michael running over excitedly, holding a piece of letter in her hand.

Seeing her, Michael quickly put his hand behind him and stood up straight: "Mom!"

"What are you holding in your hand?" Tristy's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Take it out!"

"I..." Michael put his hands tighter.

"Kanlba's letter?" Tristy snorted, "I know if I don't read it."

Michael's face turned red: "I know you're asking!"

Tristy said angrily: "Didn't you tell you, don't interact with him anymore! I don't understand. Apart from being handsome, what else is there to be this little white-faced?"

"No matter how bad it is, it's better than the dwarf in your bed!"

Boom!

Tristy slapped Michael in the face heavily, and her whole body kept trembling: "What did you say?!"

"I'm afraid of people saying it after doing it?" There were five obvious fingerprints on Michael's white face. She stubbornly raised her face and looked at her mother without any hesitation. "I am different from you. I will never be with someone I don't like! Let me seduce that dwarf? Give up! Even if I die, I won't look at him in person!"

"Get out! Get out!" Tristy roared, and seeing Michael turn around and leave without hesitation, she slid to the ground, covering her face with her hands weakly.

Earth, Jinling, city center!

As a famous big city in Asia, the central commercial area is busy on weekdays, but now it is in a slump. All the shops are closed, and there is no pedestrian on the road. Occasionally, a few cars pass by, and they are all in a hurry. More can be seen are soldiers guarding the intersection. They are wearing gas masks that completely cover their heads and faces, thick chemical protective suits, and nuclear guns stand on the live ammunition and pull up the barbed wire. The sharp eyes are coming from behind the glass glasses of the gas mask, cold and stern.

At this time, a car with a government license plate drove quickly along the avenue to a checkpoint at the intersection.

One of the soldiers with the rank of sergeant immediately took two steps forward and raised his hand to signal to stop.

The car window slowly lowered, revealing the slightly rich face of a middle-aged man. He reached out and handed out a red pass.

The sergeant took the pass with his hands wearing leather gloves, and was stunned while buying.

The pass also had a thick stack of things. He turned it over and found that it was a stack of hundreds of yuan bills.

The sergeant hesitated for a moment, returned the money, and then watched the pass very carefully. After a while, he handed the pass back, walked two steps sideways to the back seat, and said in a muffled voice: "Put down the window!"

The middle-aged man had a hint of unawareness on his face and immediately smiled gently: "I am Director Jin of Jinling Tourism Bureau, you are soldiers of the local artillery brigade, I am very familiar with you Deputy Commander Chen..."

"Put down the window!" The sergeant ignored him and reiterated his voice.

Director Jin smiled and said, "Why don't I contact you Deputy Brigade Commander Chen now..."

"Open the window!" The sergeant lifted the gun behind him to his chest without hesitation.

Heading at the black muzzle, Director Jin twitched twice on his cheeks and slowly lowered the rear seat window.

A mother and son sat in the back seat. The mother was in her thirties and was very beautiful. Her son looked seven or eight years old. She was leaning halfway in her mother's arms, her face flushed abnormally and her breathing was rapid.

Seeing the boy's appearance, Sgt. immediately became nervous and picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest: "Base, base! This is the C9 checkpoint. I found an infected person. Repeat it. If you find an infected person, please arrange an ambulance as soon as possible..."

Just as he was talking, Director Jin, who was in the driver's position, suddenly gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator hard.

Amid the harsh engine sound, the car slammed open the simple guardrail of the guard post.

At the same time, dense gunfire sounded, but another soldier guarding the post fired.

The car that rushed out half suddenly deflected, crossed the green belt crookedly, and hit the cement wall on the side of the road, and the front of the car was deformed.

Two soldiers hurried over with cars.

Through the completely broken glass window after all, they saw that the three people in the car were already lying in a pool of blood.

The sergeant held the walkie-talkie again: "This is a C9 checkpoint, no ambulance is needed, let the nearby corpse collector come over, repeat, this is a C9 checkpoint, let the corpse collector come over..."

Soon, a military truck drove over, and two soldiers with gas masks and chemical protective suits jumped out of the car. They dragged out the three dead people in the car and threw them onto the truck. As soon as they sat down, the walkie-talkie rang again, and there were corpses nearby asking them to deal with.

Next, they kept running around here until it was almost dark and the truck loaded most of the bodies, and then they restarted and drove all the way to the suburbs.

After several checkpoints, they slowly drove towards the crematorium. From a distance, they saw the gray-yellow smoke columns produced by the four familiar incinerators.

The car stopped by the side of the square, and the soldier in the passenger seat jumped down with a record book and entered an office next to the square, where there was a dedicated person responsible for recording the daily deaths.

As the subsequent trucks carrying the bodies continued to come back, the records continued to be updated until the final summary was that at about midnight, one of the documents appeared in a prefabricated house camp just five kilometers away.

"Death 316," Song Yujia held the paper and frowned, "There are 28 more than yesterday!"

She raised her head: "Where is Lin Jixin? Haven't found it yet?"

Mo Lingxin stood opposite her. When she heard her ask, Mo Lingxin sighed: "I have already left a message on the phone, I hope he will receive it soon."

Song Yujia said dissatisfiedly: "What happened to this person? He didn't say anything else."

Mo Lingxin lowered her head without saying a word. After a while, she saw Song Yujia's expression relax a little, and she said, "Aunt Song, you are in good health. Don't be too tired, take a break early!"

"Can I sleep now?" Song Yujia became angry again, "If you really want me to sleep well, hurry up and find Lin Jixin for me. This plague depends on him!"
Chapter completed!