In the most prosperous area of Dongcheng District, it was filled with ear-piercing whistles.
On the already narrow street, the cars formed a long line with no end in sight. Without understanding the situation in front, the phone couldn't be reached, so people could only vent their dissatisfaction with the loudspeaker and swear words.
"Can the people in front hurry up! What are you doing, fu * k! "The truck driver stuck his head out of the window and cursed at the people in front.
Seeing that the crowded traffic didn't move forward, the man got out of the car, leaned against the door, looked around, and chatted with the driver of the car next to him.
"Sh * t, how long is this going to last?"
"I hope it's not tomorrow. Do you know what happened in front? "
"Who knows, the phone can't be reached, the internet can't be connected, and my wife is still waiting for me at home. Fu * k, so unlucky. Speaking of which, have we ever been stuck in a traffic jam here? "
"Probably … no. No, I think it was a year ago. "
"I heard a plane crashed in Dongcheng District. Maybe it's because of that." The driver of the other car also joined the conversation.
"Aha, that was a plane? I thought it was a meteor … No matter what, don't land in my yard. "The truck driver leaned against the window and muttered.
At this time, there was an explosion in the distance. Everyone instinctively shrunk their necks, then resumed chatting.
This war had been going on for half a year, and the sound of artillery and gunfire on MLL Island never stopped. In the beginning, they would scream, but now, they would at most shrink their necks. Humans were habitual animals. When they couldn't change the situation, they would begin to get used to the life in the fire of war.
"The guerrillas are firing again?"
"Those madmen who don't care about their lives … Wait, what is that?" The man leaning against the door suddenly noticed the commotion in front of the road and frowned.
Someone was running.
No, it was a group of people running. They ran through the gaps between vehicles, stepped on the front windows, jumped over the roof, and madly pounced on the living.
On their faces …
It was blood!
Realizing the situation wasn't right, the man locked the door, hesitantly jogged back a few steps, gritted his teeth, and began to run. Everyone started to run in order to avoid the inexplicable group of madmen who would bite anyone they saw.
Screams rose and fell, and the congested road became a mess. The drivers who were reluctant to abandon their cars either curled up with their hands over their heads or stepped on the accelerator with all their might. Although many people had watched Resident Evil, everyone's first reaction was helplessness when it was shown on the screen.
Are they really zombies?
Are they alive or dead?
Once you have these kinds of hesitations, only death awaits you.
The truck driver hurriedly closed the window, but the half-closed window was stuck by a hand that reached in.
As he cursed, he turned the steering wheel and hit the bloody hand with all his might. At the same time, he stepped on the gas.
The truck smashed the BMW in front of it and pushed it forward two meters, but it could no longer move.
The driver's face turned pale. Only then did he realize how stupid it was to stay in the car when a group of bloodthirsty people pounced on them.
The group of madmen whose faces were covered in blood had already surrounded him.
The driver shivered as he placed the steering wheel in front of his chest. Looking at the cracked window, his pants were stained with dirty yellow water.
At this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the taxi driver, who was just chatting with him, being pulled out from the broken window. He was crying for God and his daughter's name, and his neck was bitten off by the zombies …
…
City K, on the bridge that spanned across the Kejia River, police cars lined up in a row. Armed police with riot shields stood in front of the cordon, blocking the crowd attempting to cross the river.
The east side of the city had completely lost power and internet, but the police used the municipal line, so the command system wasn't chaotic. What was chaotic was everyone's brain.
Compared to the clueless citizens, they immediately grasped the information from the frontline.
The crashed passenger plane carried an unknown virus. The status of the infected person was unknown. The known clinical reaction was going crazy and attacking all non-infected targets. The entire east side of City K was shrouded in the shadow of the virus. To prevent the virus from spreading to the west side of the city, they set up temporary checkpoints on the bridges leading to the Kejia River.
Of course, the basic level police officers who blocked the bridge wouldn't know the inside story.
The order they received was only to block the bridge. No one was allowed to pass. And the riot in the east side of the city was all caused by thugs. To prevent thugs from entering the west side of the city with the crowd, they were ordered to block all the roads leading to the west side before the security forces could control the situation.
But the people above didn't clearly tell them how to solve this problem.
Including whether they should shoot when facing zombies?
Shoot? They were all civilians. Even if their brains were damaged by the virus, they could still move. That meant they weren't dead yet! Who was going to take responsibility for the consequences of shooting at unarmed civilians, and their own citizens at that! What if there was a better way to solve this problem? Like an antidote.
It didn't matter what the consequences would be.
Anyone who gave the order to shoot would face a reckoning after the incident. They might even be labeled as a "butcher" and be cursed for hundreds of years.
Don't shoot? But tear gas and batons were almost useless against these madmen. Even if well-trained soldiers could rely on close combat to subdue one or two zombies, in the face of a swarm of zombies, individual bravery was useless.
No one wanted to be responsible. Everyone knew what to do, but no one wanted to give the order.
When the crisis arrived, the management was still pushing the blame onto each other. It fully reflected the weakness of the Country F government in dealing with the crisis.
Regarding this point, it was fully reflected in the few typhoons that passed through the country.
In the face of a disaster, the country couldn't survive without international rescue teams.
"Why don't you let us cross the bridge! There's a riot there! You're not stopping them, but you're stopping us poor people from escaping? "The man slammed his fist on the riot shield and shouted angrily.
Riot was Country F's official explanation for the virus.
In order to avoid unnecessary panic, it was a white lie.
The reporter drove the camera and broadcast the chaotic scene through the satellite station.
"I'm in Country F's City K. At 10: 37 tonight, three shocking events occurred in this city! The air crash. The guerrillas launched a general attack on the southwest military camp. The Green Church in the east responded to the attack through the Moro guerrillas. In dealing with the crisis, the Country F government's performance was weak and incompetent. The Hong Kong reporter who runs faster than the western reporter is reporting for you. "
Obviously, there was a mistake in the report.
Faced with the angry citizens, the police had a complicated feeling. They had to face the abuse and spit, but they couldn't fight back.
The government army urgently pulled out a brigade from the frontline and set up a protective net on the street two kilometers east of the bridge. As long as the situation on the bridge was under control, a medical checkpoint would be set up in a while and the citizens confirmed to be "safe" would be transferred to the other side of the bridge.
When the police officer thought of this, he felt a little relieved.
Even until now, the health department didn't come up with a plan to control the epidemic.
Suddenly, there was a scream from the back of the crowd.
A few zombies crawled over the railing at the end of the bridge and rushed to the crowd with nowhere to retreat.
The zombies already broke through the defense line of the army!
At the location where the riot broke out, the police officer saw a zombie wearing a Country F military uniform. One of his ears was bitten off, and there was a rifle on his shoulder, and the rifle was stained with blood …
The zombies that rushed into the crowd were like tigers entering a flock of sheep. People used bags, umbrellas, and even reporters' cameras to frantically hit the zombies, but against these crazy beasts, it was useless.
People begged the special police officers with riot shields and begged them to open up a path. The police all looked in the direction of the police officer and waited for his order. The police officer held the walkie-talkie and after anxiously uttering the first sentence, he became silent.
Facts proved that as long as one stood in a certain position, even a small character could decide the fate of thousands of people.
The police officers saw their boss, and the hand holding the walkie-talkie dropped down, then gradually relaxed …
The walkie-talkie slipped from his hand as he pulled out the police revolver on his waist and aimed at the crowd.
Bang-!
In an instant, everyone became quiet.
The person who fought for the police riot shield slowly fell to the ground with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
No one thought the police would open fire. Even the police didn't think their leader would fire the first shot.
"What are you waiting for! Shoot! Think about your loved ones behind you, they are the infected, not the thugs! Don't you see! All the people who are bitten and scratched will become their kind! I will take all the responsibility, I order you, shoot! Shoot! Shoot-! "The police officer used all his strength and roared at his subordinates.
The roar blew away the fear.
The gunshots were sparse, and after the initial hesitation, it became more frequent.
The people who were abandoned looked at the people who once protected them in despair, and the eyes that changed from pain to determination to indifference.
For the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, thousands of people were sacrificed.
The police officer didn't follow the ambiguous order from his superior and arbitrarily gave the order to shoot. The people who didn't want to die began to jump into the river, the desperate people opened their arms, and the people who were unwilling to be abandoned used the last of their strength to throw rocks at the riot shield.
The rock hit the police officer's face and broke his forehead. Blood flowed down his forehead and stained his left eye.
But he was smiling.
The "correct order" had been given, and he couldn't predict what would happen in the end.
He raised his pistol again and closed his eyes.
But this time, he aimed at his temple.
Bang-!
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