” Crash!
A red brick was thrown by someone unknown, smashing heavily against the glass door of a Supermarket, creating a huge gap and emitting a piercing sound of shattering.
The inside of the Supermarket was pitch black and empty.
Dozens of masked people stood outside, and among them, The Black Man stepped forward, reached his hand into the gap, and unlocked the door from the inside.
“Quick!
There is still food over there, go get it!” “Haha, there is so much to eat!” “…” As the glass door was opened, the crowd outside the Supermarket swarmed in, grabbing the items and food they wanted.
Out on the streets, similar scenes were playing out in cities across the country one after another.
Crowds were frantically looting the alleys and streets of the city.
If they encountered shop owners trying to stop them, they would be pinned to the ground and beaten at will.
Ever since that news report revealed the whole truth, the entire American society instantly fell into panic.
People denounced the cold-bloodedness of the bureaucratic Government, accusing it of not putting effort into developing a vaccine, but instead raising Firearms to slaughter its own compatriots, and strongly demanded the release of the female anchor who dared to speak the truth.
From that day on, in the following few days, major cities across the country, led by those with ulterior motives, began to hold a new round of protests.
They demanded the abolition of the bureaucratic system and for truly capable people to take charge of everything.
Some people who had long run out of food also began to take this opportunity to rob Supermarkets, grocery stores, and other places where food was stored, hoarding large quantities of food to ensure they wouldn’t worry about food in the future.
There were also some who specifically ran for the Firearms in the city.
These people had clear heads; as long as they obtained enough Firearms, what couldn’t they get?
As for food?
Wouldn’t there be as much as they wanted!
No one cared about gold or banknotes anymore.
Under the shadow of the apocalypse, the once beloved gold and silver jewelry and US dollar bills had long lost their former charm.
Everyone knew that only food and Firearms were the only guarantee for survival.
But even though the outside was in chaos, the White House Government did not make any response to this, simply allowing these angry crowds to destroy and loot, as if deliberately indulging the crowds to vent their inner rage.
They only dispatched the Military to strictly control the security of the industrial parks and their surrounding areas, working day and night to build high walls there, forbidding anyone from damaging the facilities inside the Factory; otherwise, they would be shot on the spot without mercy.
Those who wanted to cause massive destruction outside dared not make trouble nearby after seeing this.
Anyway, there were plenty of places to destroy in the city, so there was no need to risk their lives.
In Dallas, Brian stayed in his RV, watching the street that had fallen into chaos with cold eyes.
After that news report came out, the Military began to suspend the distribution of supplies, and all sources of food had to be obtained by oneself.
This was effectively encouraging the Survivors who had escaped from the infected areas to loot any place that could store food.
The chaotic city made him dare not risk going to find Arman, for fear of causing him any trouble.
Finally, on the fifth day of the entire American social unrest, the Government finally responded, stating that it would hold a press conference at 12:00 PM on September 22, 2013, to give the people of the country a satisfactory answer.
…
“Hello everyone, I am Robert, the director of the Federal Disaster Relief Agency.” The temperature in the city became lower as time passed.
People put on clothes they had prepared or looted to resist the cold outside.
But even if the warm midday sun shone on the ground through the gaps in the clouds, it could not dispel the chill in people’s hearts.
Today’s streets seemed unusually quiet, quite different from the chaotic scenes of the past few days.
People were either staying in front of their televisions at home or crowding under the big screens in the squares, watching the images above.
They were waiting, waiting for an answer.
On the screen, a podium was set up, with American flags on both sides.
A middle-aged man with flaxen blonde hair walked up to the podium.
He pulled at his crisp suit, adjusted the microphone on the stand, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, revealing a respectful smile.
He introduced himself, and then began the main topic of the day.
“Regarding all the news content spoken by Ms.
Teresa, the news anchor of XX Channel a few days ago, after a rigorous investigation by our relevant departments, I am here today to give everyone a positive answer.
Yes, it is all true.” As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar.
The crowds on TV and the crowds outside began to stir involuntarily.
Although they already knew it was true, hearing the Government admit it still made people feel the resentment in their chests.
Fortunately, after a few days of venting, they were still able to temporarily control their emotions and did not start cursing right then and there.
After waiting for the crowd to gradually quiet down, Director Robert continued to say loudly: “Currently, we have arrested the relevant personnel who issued the orders and imposed the maximum punishment.
However, the cordyceps brain infection has now completely threatened the safety of humanity.
The Federal Disaster Relief Agency believes that the White House Government’s slow management system cannot truly help humanity walk out of the predicament in the apocalyptic environment.
Therefore, after reaching a consensus with the Military, we have decided to officially abolish the traditional bureaucratic system and form a New America composed of the Federal Disaster Relief Agency, the Military, and judicial organs to help humanity get rid of the threat of the cordyceps!” “Good!” “Great, it should be like this!” “…” After Robert finished speaking, someone on TV led the cheering, and then there was a round of thunderous applause at the scene.
Although many people were still a bit confused and didn’t understand what was going on, seeing the people around them clapping, they followed suit.
A moment later, Director Robert slowly raised his hands and pressed them down slightly, signaling the people below to stop applauding.
Seeing this, Brian, sitting in front of the television, instantly perked up, leaning his body slightly forward, wanting to hear clearly what was being said inside.
He knew that what the other party was about to say was the focus of this press conference.
“In view of the fact that the global infection rate of the cordyceps brain infection is approaching 60% and can no longer be effectively controlled, the Federal Disaster Relief Agency and the Military have unanimously decided to pass the Quarantine Zone Act, temporarily suspend relevant research on vaccines, abandon rescue efforts for infected areas, withdraw all troops stationed outside, and exhaust all resources to build Quarantine Zones in major and minor cities.
Inside, complete Military management will be implemented.
We firmly believe that as long as we can keep the cordyceps outside the high walls, sooner or later, we will take back this land that once belonged to us!” After saying this, Director Robert’s expression became incomparably conflicted, as if he had made a great determination to make such a decision.
Then he raised his head and shouted seriously at the camera: “May God bless America!” Subsequently, the signal on the television was cut off directly once again, but this time the cutoff signaled the birth of a new national Government and the fate of humanity living in Quarantine Zones for the next several decades.
After the press conference ended, the Military began to retake control of the city’s order and no longer concealed the movement of building high walls.
Due to the very thorough preliminary preparation work, the Military broadcasted directly in the city, claiming that the Quarantine Zone would only need one week to complete the basic construction of the outer walls.
Immediately after, when the curfew began at night, they started broadcasting the basic rules and conditions that needed to be followed after entering the Quarantine Zone using loudspeakers.
For example, the Quarantine Zone would confiscate all food and Firearms from all entering personnel and distribute all supplies uniformly.
For example, the Quarantine Zone would not support idlers, and all personnel would need to work to help humanity get through the crisis, among a series of other relevant regulations.
After stating the regulations, the person on the broadcast emphasized: “Due to the limited planning area of the Quarantine Zone, everything is based on the principle of voluntariness regarding whether to enter.
If the number of people in the Quarantine Zone is saturated, then the excess people will be sent to other Quarantine Zones.
Afterward, unless there are special reasons, no more Survivors will be accepted into the Quarantine Zone.” “For citizens who do not want to enter the Quarantine Zone, the Military will specifically open a passage out of the city.
As long as you apply within the next week, you can choose to leave the city at any time.
The Military will provide appropriate supplies to ensure survival, but all materials obtained within the city must be left behind and cannot be taken away.” One piece of information after another struck the hearts of everyone in the city, leaving people stunned and speechless for a long time.
“This…
this…” Osborn listened to the content on the broadcast, stuttering for a long time without being able to say a single word.
At this moment, he always felt that the whole thing was very wrong.
From the bold truth told by the female anchor, to the Survivors looting the city, to the content of today’s press conference and the setting of the relevant regulations for the Quarantine Zone, everything seemed to be pre-designed by someone, as if there was an invisible hand controlling the entire direction of events.
Osborn turned his head to look at Brian, who was also deep in thought beside him.
Although the other party looked like just a child, from their interaction over the past few days, he knew that this child was far smarter than he thought, so he hoped to get an answer from him to see if it was the same as what he had guessed.
Sensing the gaze cast by Osborn, Brian turned his head to look into his puzzled eyes.
Knowing the question in his heart, he looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was around, he said softly: “No need to guess, this is just a power-seizing plan that was pre-designed by the Federal Disaster Relief Agency and the Military.”