Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

Umbrella's incident is nothing but a microcosm of this world. It suddenly encountered a sudden bacterial infection, and such a large-scale and large-scale outbreak occurred all over the world during this period of time.

Various government departments issued urgent orders, requiring each department to set up a disease control center to do a good job in epidemic prevention.

In the United States of America alone, the number of infected people has exceeded 10,000, and the number of people in temporary quarantine has directly reached as many as 40,000.

In just a few days, the number of outbreaks increased rapidly, and the Centers for Disease Control began to feel overwhelmed even at full capacity.

With the cooperation of the relevant departments and the police, the situation was barely controlled, otherwise the number of people who were isolated alone would have collapsed the house.

Not only that, but even so, there are still a large number of people fleeing the city to safer, infection-free areas.

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Eddie United States, Aral, 13:00 pm sharp.

The golden sun hangs high in the sky, and the scorching sun scorches the earth.

The temperature is now 35 degrees Celsius, and the world is like a furnace.

This high-temperature feast starts at ten in the morning and will continue until the evening.

People in the city walk in the shadows of street buildings and avoid direct sunlight, but they still cannot escape the hot weather.

"too hot……"

In front of the presidential residence, a guard wearing sunglasses could not help but look up at the scorching sun.

"Chichi..."

Seven black sedans stopped in front of the presidential residence in the capital of the United States of America, and more than a dozen bodyguards in black uniforms filed down, surrounded by several doctors and stepped into the presidential residence.

As soon as they stepped into it, several receptionists greeted them, followed by two Secret Service security personnel behind them.

"Dr. Carly, Dr. Cooper, Mr. President is already waiting for you inside."

The group, under the **** of Secret Service security personnel, went straight to an Oval Office, where a gray-haired old man was sitting on the president's office chair.

He was reading a document with his brows furrowed, and he didn't even notice that a group of people entered the office.

At this moment, there is not only the president alone in the office of the president. In addition to the security personnel of the Secret Service, there are also senior executives such as the secretary of state, the vice president, the secretary of the Department of Homeland Security, and the director of the Secret Service.

A security guard came to him, bent over and said something, before Caldwell looked up and saw a group of people standing in the office.

"Welcome to the two doctors, please take a seat."

"Hello, Mr. President."

The president got up and came to the sofa to sit down, and at the same time, he reached out his hand to signal the two to sit down, exchanged a few words, and began to enter the theme.

"What do the two doctors have to say about this sudden outbreak?"

"Mr. President, about the DCM-1 bacteria designed for this epidemic, in fact, the relevant departments have reported it as early as half a month ago."

"But we're sorry that our government didn't take this seriously."

"You don't need to apologize, it's our fault."

"I read the document report you sent, the incubation period of DCM-1 has passed, and now it has entered the period of a major outbreak?"

Caldwell put the document report in his hand on the table and said seriously.

"Yes, Mr. President."

"But in reality, the situation is worse than expected."

Dr. Carly pulled out a tablet, marked a large number of red areas on the map, and handed it to the President so he could see the diagram.

"This is the statistical data as of 12:00 this morning. The epidemic is almost all over the west coast and north coast. Except for parts of the south coast, there are epidemics in major cities across the country."

"Mr. President, the current outbreak is not the peak. According to the experimental data of the Center for Disease Control, the incubation period of DCM-1 is at least ten days."

"That is to say..."

President Caldwell covered his forehead and said with a headache.

"That said, we have to prepare for the worst and prepare for a situation that is worse than the present."

Both Dr. Carly and Dr. Cooper were silent, and after a while, Dr. Cooper answered.

"Twenty-four hours later, it is very likely that there will be millions of infected people across the country."

"Mr. President, please be prepared."

As soon as these words came out, all the people in the president's office sank, and President Caldwell took a deep breath and asked.

"So is there any way we can currently treat this virus?"

"Unfortunately, this DCM-1 is resistant to almost all antibiotics, and we don't currently have a way to treat patients."

Both Dr. Cooper and Dr. Carly were upset, but it was true.

"In other words, you have nothing to do?"

The vice president sat on the sofa, frowning at the two doctors, said.

"It's the way it is now."

Dr. Cooper fell silent, the President and Vice President stopped questioning, and there was a strange silence in the office.

"Two doctors, it's hard work, you should go back first."

Mr. President got up and said, and the two doctors also got up, took a deep look at Mr. President, turned around and followed the security staff out of the President's Office.

At 15:00 in the afternoon, the President's residence, the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

"The speed at which the virus spreads is 24 hours, 36 hours, 48 ​​hours, and measures must be taken quickly and decisively."

A gray-haired man in military uniform stood in front of the projector screen, explaining the ever-changing picture.

The participants in the conference room looked at the constantly red map, chatted left and right, and whispered.

"Okay, please be quiet!"

President Caldwell patted the table of the conference room, and the conference room fell silent.

"General Dick."

Caldwell leaned back in the chair and looked at the old man in military uniform who was sitting third on the right seat, who had previously explained the virus and the epidemic to everyone, with a half smile.

"I know you blew up the Zaire Valley camp some time ago with incendiary bombs, killing 1,012 U.S. soldiers of the United States of America with a bomb that is second only to the atomic bomb."

"This kind of bomb can burn a lot of oxygen after it explodes, killing all men, women, children, and viruses in the air within a radius of 1.5 kilometers."

"Totally clean, the incident subsided, and the crisis resolved."

Having said this, the President stood up, and he seemed to be hot and took off his jacket, looking unhappy.

He took out a copy of the Constitution of the United States of America from his trouser pocket, and threw it in front of General Dick with a slap, looking furious.

"this……!"

"I read the Constitution of the United States of America from beginning to end, and it doesn't say that 1012 soldiers who fought for the country can be burned with bombs!"

"However, there are several references to the deprivation of life and property of citizens without valid reasons!"

"now!"

President Caldwell got up and walked slowly around the office, came behind General Dick, paused for a second, then walked away, turned around, returned to his position, and stood up.

"First!"

"I want your unreserved support for me! And you must support me publicly!"

"I step down, you all step down together!"

"second!"

"Find a large group of authoritative experts with rich experience and tell reporters that this is the only option!"

"Government personnel must not disclose any relevant information to the news station radio! Any objection!"

"If anyone here has an objection, I will invite him to see one thing!"

Mr. President picked up a bunch of photos in his seat and threw them in the center of the conference table with a bang. The bunch of photos were immediately scattered so that the rest of the people could see the contents of the photos.

All of them are photos of infected people with bacterial viruses. The people in the photos are the elderly, children, women and men in their prime. The faces are disastrous, vomiting, bleeding, incontinence, etc., which are horrible to see.

"These are citizens of our country!"

"Look at it, it's not a statistics table!"

With his right hand, Mr. President suddenly raised his index finger to point to the photo on the desktop, gnashing his teeth.

"It's alive, our citizens!"

"I want you to be deeply imprinted in your mind!"

"Until death!"

After a long time, the president's roaring speech ended, the office passed a meeting, and President Caldwell made arrangements.

First, integrate information and set up an emergency epidemic response team, which is under the personal command of the president and reports all the situation directly to him at any time.

Second, immediately raise the security level to the sixth highest level, and notify the rest of the country and issue a warning.

Third, notify Congress, activate the emergency bill, and mobilize the National Guard to cooperate with the Centers for Disease Control to implement mandatory quarantine measures.

Fourth, prepare a press release that President Caldwell will address and inform citizens of the nation.

The United States of America, a normally bloated government agency, burst out with strong action and execution at this time, and tried to make an emergency plan in the shortest possible time.

Just an hour after the order was issued, residents of various cities in the United States of Eddie found that the local police were all dispatched to persuade the pedestrians still wandering the streets to go home.

Not only that, in addition to the police, they also found that a large number of army soldiers poured into the city to enforce martial law.

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Yarra, 8 p.m.

The cold and silent streets of the night were full of police and army soldiers, armed with rifles and stun guns, patrolling the streets.

"Woo~"

Under the street lamp on the corner, a stray dog ​​appeared, let out a breath of white breath, looked at the human figures walking around, whimpered in a low voice, and showed fear in his eyes.

But hunger drove its body, and the stray dog ​​took slow steps, step by step, to a garbage bin full of food, rummaging for something to fill its stomach.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, the ground trembled, and the stray dog ​​who was eating was shaken all over. He raised his head and listened. Following the sound, he looked towards the end of the street. Three black multi-purpose SUVs appeared on the street.

"Wang Wang..."

The stray dog ​​roared twice, and three black SUVs galloped past it with a swoosh.

"Woooo..."

The stray dog ​​trembled with fright in an instant, and retreated behind the trash can in fear, shivering as he looked at the black monster galloping away.

The three black SUVs drove along the road, and the surrounding police and soldiers did not stop them, but let them go.

Ten minutes later, three black SUVs drove outside the presidential residence and stopped in front of a white building.

A group of security personnel in suits got out of the car, and two men in suits jumped out of the car. After being searched by the Secret Service security team, they entered the presidential residence.

"Mr. President, here comes the Umbrella Company."

The Secret Service chief arrives at the office and reports to Caldwell.

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Pegrosse, the city of Patilus.

The city of Patilus, still immersed in the hot weather, is much quieter than before. The crowds and vehicles on the streets are only one-tenth of the original, and most of them come out to purchase daily necessities.

The infection caused by DCM-1 in hot summer is beyond people's imagination, causing a large number of people to be infected even in a sparsely populated place like Pegrosse, causing panic.

Shopping malls, schools, companies and other public places are closed at the same time. Parents take their children home in fear, and the concierge only dares to contact them by phone. Even if someone wants to approach their home, they will raise their guns to warn.

The police can only patrol the streets wearing masks, and the sound of ambulances whizzing by from time to time.

"Boss, it looks like governments haven't published the news that new antibiotics can treat DCM-1."

Kim Bradley and Illumi sat in the car, the black car moved slowly, observing the silent city.

"Do you think it's appropriate to announce it now?"

Illumi didn't answer his question, but asked instead.

"According to Riley's calculations, in a week's time there will be tens of millions of infections worldwide."

Kim Bradley spoke of Riley Gates' estimate that 10 million is a very small number for a population of billions.

But in fact, this is just one batch of infected people. Guan is a batch of tens of millions. If it takes a little longer, the number of infected people will exceed people's imagination.

Even in a country like Pegrosse, there are more than 100,000 infected people, and it will develop to more than 500,000 infected people in a week.

When the number of infected people reaches 500,000, it will plummet.

But the current situation has plunged the world into a panic. This incurable bacteria has the most terrifying blow to human beings mentally. The large-scale gathering of dead cases will naturally cause group effects.

"We're not producing enough either~www.NovelMTL.com~Contact governments and we'll announce in a week."

Illumi said, Kim Bradley nodded when he heard the words, a week is almost the time, too long or too short is not appropriate.

"The time is too short and our interests are underutilized."

"If it's too long, it's not easy for us to respond and explain. Only when the incident is completely fermented will the world truly recognize the effect of umbrell-a."

When the two spoke, they did not take human life seriously at all, because as a result of what they did, there would be thousands of deaths during this period.

Illumi itself is not a great benevolent person. From the perspective of a capitalist, conscience is not good for him. As long as he has interests and money, no matter how many people die, he will not win sympathy.

Of course, if Ilumy were to be compared with the previous Wall Street capital tycoons, there would be a burst of ridicule.

Millions? Tens of millions of people? At least tens of millions of people have to die, and their drug prices will be raised and raised again. That is the best way to maximize the benefits.