It's early morning and it's cold.

One machine department.

Mr. Huang was wearing a mask, and Mr. Xia in front of him was also wrapped tightly.

"This is the data on infected people submitted today."

Mr. Xia handed over the documents.

Now, the First Machinery Department has also been affected, otherwise he would not be allowed to do this kind of thing himself.

Mr. Huang glanced at the data sheet. The first column was the name of each factory.

The one in the middle is the new number of people, and the one behind is the cumulative number of people.

At the end is the cumulative death toll.

Looking at the list of three-digit new additions, Mr. Huang felt a big headache.

Looking at the cumulative figures later, it’s even more of a headache.

Of course, there are a few special ones here, but there are very few additions.

The reason is either that it has been properly controlled, or that most people are infected and new infections cannot be added.

"Machinery factory, Yang Xiaotao is in charge of the work now!"

Mr. Xia nodded.

There was no way, several people fell down. This flu is especially unfriendly to the elderly and children, and only Yang Xiaotao was left in the machinery factory.

"This kid has a way of managing things."

"They controlled people as soon as possible, established isolation areas, required wearing masks, and picked up patients' family members. These measures are one step faster and the results are obvious!"

"yes."

The two of them were not in the mood to talk about anything else, but their hearts were heavy!

"Isn't it done yet?"

Mr. Xia asked in a deep voice, Mr. Huang shook his head, "The higher ups are asking for help from the Alliance. After all, the Alliance sent troops and seized a lot of research materials after occupying the place."

"It's just that you also know that this thing is a big killer in anyone's hands, and the alliance may not admit it."

Mr. Xia took a deep breath, "I heard that someone there is also infected?"

Pointed upward.

Huang Lao nodded incomprehensibly.

The two of them felt their hearts sink.

"This bunch of bastards should have shot two more of them back then and blown them all to ashes."

"Are we just going to swallow this? Let me tell you, there are mushroom eggs anyway, give them two."

Mr. Xia said with a sullen expression. Mr. Huang glanced at him and said, "You can just talk about it here. Don't talk nonsense when you go out."

Mr. Xia nodded. He knew that in recent years, in order to create a cultural atmosphere where a hundred flowers bloom, many opinions have been put forward. Among them, respecting human rights and humanitarianism were the most vocal.

Some people even talk about war, in which people on both sides are victims.

Bullshit.

He only saw that his own pot was smashed, his house was burned, and the other party just smashed a door in his house and became a victim?

Can this fucking thing be the same?

Although Mr. Huang said this, he agreed with Mr. Xia's meaning.

They have experienced too many wars and are never afraid.

I wasn't afraid when we fought against the United States, and I'm still not afraid when we fight now.

At most, go back to before liberation.

At least it's much better now than before liberation.

While the two were talking, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Huang Lao answered the phone and his expression quickly changed.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Xia solemnly said in his doubtful eyes, "Jinmen also has a large-scale outbreak."

At the same time, the province where Forty-Nine City is located is like the sun, radiating in all directions.

All localities have taken urgent measures to strictly control population movement.

Fortunately, not many people move around these days, and martial law is enforced in every village, brigade headquarters, and township.

At the same time, during these days after the Chinese New Year, all birds in the sky that we see will be shot down and burned on the spot.

For a time, the birds that were still spending the winter in the north were wiped out.

There is no way, there is no selfishness in the choice between humans and animals.

...

Alliance, Haiwei City, Geofrost.

Airport.

A group of people braved the severe cold and hurried down.

Then, led by the soldiers, they quickly disappeared into the night in a car.

It's February, it's freezing and snowy here, and the nights are long.

But as pedestrians walked around, there was a fire burning in their chests.

An angry fire.

A fire of revenge.

The leader of the team this time was a resolute middle-aged man. Under a thick hat, he had a pair of slender eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

Behind him, among the three people accompanying him, the one walking in the middle was holding a silver iron box.

This is the main purpose of this trip.

Soon, the group of people, surrounded by soldiers, arrived at a military base.

Then, a group of people wearing chemical protective suits stepped forward to take the iron box.

"let's go."

The middle-aged man glanced at the other party's heavily closed door, and then led the person into the car.

From beginning to end, no official from the alliance was seen, and no one else received him.

It was like they stopped here to refuel, then took off again, flying south.

However, the plane leaving was filled with large boxes.

There are even a few people holding two boxes on their seats.

Here are all the medicines that are urgently needed in the country.

After they left, the iron box was opened, and one of the two turbid glass bottles was left for study, while the other was quickly taken away.

The plane took off and quickly disappeared into the night.

However, this time, the plane's route seemed to be a little off...

The middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat silently patted the iron box in front of him and muttered something.

The plane was humming, but the pilot didn't hear it very clearly. He could only vaguely hear a few words, something like 'Solo...not...' or something like that.

...

morning

In the courtyard, it is busy and depressing.

Everyone wears masks. They know that the courtyard is not clean!

In the Yang family, Ran Qiuye looked haggard. It was not only the things in the courtyard that worried her, but also worries about Yang Xiaotao, her parents, siblings and the rest.

It's a pity that in the era without telephones, we could only worry about you and couldn't do anything.

Looking at Dragon Boat Festival who was about to go out to play, and Mr. Yang who was coaxing him, Ran Qiuye shook his head helplessly.

Fortunately, there is a lot of food at home, so it can last for a while.

"Dragon Boat Festival, wash your hands, it's time to eat!"

backyard.

Xu Damao got up from the bed and then glanced at Qin Jingru who was still sleeping, with a proud face on his face.

Since taking the medicine, he feels much better than before.

Counting the days, if there was no problem last night, I should be able to get it.

Of course, it just should.

"Get up and cook!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xu Damao shouted, Qin Jingru had woken up a long time ago, "What are you cooking? Save the food, there is not much food at home!"

"No? It can't be possible. Didn't we just receive the food?"

Qin Jingru turned around and said, "Just your share, is it enough for us to eat for a month?"

Xu Damao moved his neck, "What should we do? Borrow it?"

"Whose loan is it? It's the same thing. Let's keep it next to each other. From now on, we'll have two meals a day, and we'll be able to wait until next month for food to be distributed!"

Xu Damao stood up and put on his clothes, "If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

"But those who were taken away, I heard that they don't have to pay for meals? This is a good thing that only happened during the big pot meal!"
To be continued...