I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 654 The War in the Eyes of Children
"Yes, the apocalypse plan exists and is about to happen. Those who did not enter the shelter are destined to become victims of this conflict." A man in a black suit sat in the secret studio, facing the camera Talk with the host about the body temperature.

"The person who appointed this plan is named Mikkelsen. He is a veteran politician who has been active since the 90s of the last century. He has been hiding behind military technology." The man took out a bunch of Many of the ancient paper materials are simply newspapers and video tapes from that year.

Those images of Mikkelsen who were still "green" appeared in front of the world, and the man continued: "His true identity is the arrogance in the seven deadly sins. The arrogance has already made a decision on behalf of us, on behalf of all mankind, and died without surrender , only those he chooses can survive the day of the apocalypse."

Then the man wrote two large characters in black letters on the whiteboard - murderer.

"Ha, I don't have many photos of him. I don't know where I got them. I wonder if some old friend of mine who has been cheating for many years wants to surprise me." Mikkelsen sat in the office Watched the whole show.

The program's ratings were not high, but it was undoubtedly the most truthful and accurate TV program he had seen in the past 20 years.

Thanks to the opening of the refuge, Mikkelsen's allies are now like frightened sparrows, dropping everything in their hands one after another, entering the refuge, and waiting for the day of the apocalypse.

The public opinion platform that was once held in the hands is now basically in a free-range state, and many systems are only running by inertia.

From time to time, some people gradually realized from their lost superiors that something big was about to happen, and then left without a pick, so the confusion continued to spread.

Big cities such as Night City can still maintain normal life to some extent. Many areas of the Federation have been without water and electricity for more than a week, and the situation in Demonstration City is the most serious.

As a city established by players in the federation, the demonstration city is undoubtedly the most familiar place for players in the world, so a large number of players who have just joined the federation are used to centering on the demonstration city.

Before the shutdown of the ECS bureau, an average of ten to twenty players were killed in the demonstration city every day, and the civilians there had been migrating out since the riot caused by jealousy.

The Demonstration City is a brand-new city. Its citizens come from all over the Federation. Now that the order has disappeared, many people have set foot on the road back to their hometowns. Most of the city has lost water and electricity at this time. up.

"I'm going to open the No. [-] warehouse. I heard that the goods from the Ganges River have arrived." A man in a cleaner's uniform walked into the warehouse of the garbage disposal plant with a cigarette in his mouth, and waved his hands to signal his subordinates to move. .

He is the downline of the naturalized development. In the past few months, he has provided material help to many players, and he can be regarded as a trustworthy class within the naturalized.

Today, however, his task is quite special. The package from the Ganges contains people infected with the Ganges infectious disease.

That's right, although this virus was successfully researched by Dr. Hofheim secretly in the European Union with the help of naturalized people, and was finally put into use under the order of the players, but because the virus broke out in the Ganges, so It's called the Ganges Contagion.

Anyway, the Ganges people don't have much energy to refute this kind of thing now, right?

"These federal guys are dictating our land. They let us work on the front line and then bomb our city in the rear. It's time for them to pay for their actions, right?" The cleaner raised his head and showed a smile. The face of Zhang Henghe asked calmly: "Before the end of the world, let them suffer a little bit, do you all agree?"

The others raised their heads, revealing faces of Ganges blood. They glanced at each other. Some had firm eyes, some had happy eyes, and some had flickering eyes, but no one dared to raise objections.

"Very well, now let's get started," said the cleaner, opening the container with a martyr's expression.

Inside the container, the bottom of the container was piled up with rickety infected people. They were still alive, able to excrete and breathe, but temporarily fell into a deep sleep under strong sedatives and hypoxic conditions.

The cleaner picked up an infected person and threw it directly into the garbage truck, followed by the second person, and the third person. The cleaners walked into the container one by one, picked up the infected person and threw it into their own garbage truck, and then went back and forth. In this way, until the container is emptied.

Subsequently, these garbage trucks drove to all parts of the city.

At this time, the demonstration city was surrounded by rubbish. These cleaners had not been to work for half a month. When they took to the streets, some residents even cheered.

However, the garbage truck just left unconscious infected people along the way. These infected people woke up not long after they came into contact with fresh air. Then, the tragedy that happened in Delhi also happened in the demonstration city.

No, not only the model city, but also Berlin, the new administrative center of the European Union.

The spread of the infected was very fast, and the semi-paralyzed demonstration city only lasted for fourteen hours. At 49:[-] that night, the last human stronghold with electromagnetic signals also fell under the attack of the infected.

The infected people of these Ganges infectious diseases are not unconscious living corpses, on the contrary, compared with before being infected, these infected people will even become 'smart' and more creative because of their concentration.

Moreover, because of the overeating cells, the body strength of the infected person is a little higher than that of the uninfected person, and they have a much faster recovery speed than normal people. Time heals.

A Skyraider flew across the sky, taking aerial photos of the entire city, and dead bodies on the street even blocked traffic.

"Those Ganges people are crazy." In the only remaining staff headquarters of the coalition forces, a group of staff watched the tragedy that happened in the demonstration city, and urgently assessed the possible impact of the incident.

But the morale of these people has also been visibly depressed. After all, since the opening of the shelter, anyone who stays here basically declares that they have no relationship with the shelter. Even if they still stick to their posts, it is difficult to find someone who is willing to carry out orders combat unit.

Three days ago, Mikkelsen had sealed off all prosthetic soldier units, and sent the Princess Diana and its escort fleet loaded with supplies to Point Nemo to garrison.

According to Phantom's calculations, Point Nemo should not be directly affected by the apocalypse plan, but no one knows what changes will happen to the sea due to the apocalypse. Those supplies are enough for the fleet members to use for three years. After that How they survive is up to themselves.

December 12, 21:1 am, Berlin.

Manstein hid in his bedroom in a daze, not daring to make any sound.

He used to be a special service of the Berlin Branch of the ECS Bureau, a special service transferred from the Stasi, not a superhuman.

Units like the ECS Bureau are not superhuman, which means that unless there are people above you, don't think about promotion. Manstein was sent to the ECS Bureau because he offended someone who shouldn't be offended.

But he was also blessed by misfortune, lucky to escape the direct confrontation between the Stasi department and the players afterwards, and many old relationships he knew died in this war.

Manstein had been to the Ganges as an observer and had seen the appearance of those infected when they sent troops, so when someone in Berlin showed symptoms of an infected person, he was the first to react and warn the bureau.

However, the highest person in charge of the bureau at that time was only the secretary of the bureau chief. In terms of administrative rank, that secretary was not as high as Manstein himself.

As a last resort, he wasted nearly four to ten minutes before copying the warning to everyone in the bureau in the form of an email within his authority, and then Manstein hurried home.

However, the riots have already begun, and the Ganges infectious disease spreads very fast. Until now, people have not figured out whether it can be transmitted by other means than bodily fluids.

Manstein was shot three times on his way home, and he didn't even dare to stop his car.

He was divorced last year, and only his 16-year-old son lived with him at home. Manstein’s son is now in a rebellious period. The relationship between the father and son is very tense. Many times their communication stops at using chat software to confirm each other. State and mood, rather than talking directly face to face.

Manstein never thought that he would live a long life. In his industry, in this troubled world, death seemed inevitable. He only hoped that his son could get a place in the refuge.

But unfortunately, both father and son failed to win the lottery and become the lucky one.

But Manstein has his own way. He spent all his savings to buy a guard in the Eagle Castle refuge outside Berlin. As long as Manstein finds an opportunity to stuff his son in before the apocalypse, After the gate closed, he was admitted to the shelter regardless of whether he had an admission ticket or not.

The trick here is that if the time is stuck, if you go too early, the door of the shelter is still open, they will definitely be tracked out, but if you go too late, you will die if you go too late, and there is nothing to save.

Manstein got a relatively clear point of time through his friends in the Ark organization, and the other party said: 'Don't spend Christmas at home. '

According to the original plan, Manstein would take his son to the shelter on the eve of Christmas Eve, sneak into the gate and find a place to hide.

But now it's all over, when he went home after all the hard work, his useless son was having a banquet with a group of cronies, and the room was filled with the strong smell of addictive drugs.

Manstein originally didn't want to quarrel with his son again because of this kind of thing, but when he told his son to pack up and they were leaving here, the rebellious son actually said that he wanted to be with his friends Together, let him go if he wants to go.

A single teen isn't much of a problem, but a group of teens is definitely a problem, with gangs and even their own encrypted forums.

Manstein tried to find someone to hack in several times to see what they were talking about. Every day, the mobile phone was left alone, but the encrypted forum used an encryption technology that he did not know. He found the hacker through his personal relationship. Can't get in!

He now regrets why he didn't pay attention to this situation at the time. A group of children, a group of fucking children who can't even understand multiplication and division within a hundred, how can they have the ability to establish such a forum!
Those damn kids used code words to collude with the players!

When Manstein tried to take his son away by force, the bastard gave him a hard blow, and he hit Manstein on the head with a swinging stick.

It wasn't just an old father's heart that was shattered. Manstein figured he had a concussion as well.

His son triumphantly told Manstein that their small organization had already got in touch with the players, and would soon become a real rich man as a glorious rental body.

"What did you say?" Manstein asked weakly while covering his head.

"Are your ears deaf too! We have reached an agreement with the players that we will sell and rent out our bodies to become players' bodies, and when they go offline, we can get their bodies back !" Manstein's son shouted: "This is not our war!"

For a moment, all that appeared in Manstein's mind was: "What am I for?"

Perhaps it was the last bit of conscience and family affection that allowed Manstein's son to prevent others from killing himself. They just locked him in the bedroom and blocked the bedroom door with heavy objects: "From now on, you can no longer interfere with my freedom!"

Maybe it was because the kids were making too much noise, maybe it was Manstein's fate, and before they could kill Manstein, a teenager suddenly developed symptoms of infection and collapsed in convulsions.

"Run, idiot!" Manstein finally told the outside after asking what was going on, and then passed out.

When he woke up again, it was already after midnight, and the whole city seemed to have descended into hell.

Manstein stood up slowly, walked to the window and looked at the raging fire outside and began to think, since when did those children contact the players?How does this war affect them?
This is not our war!

These words kept echoing in Manstein's ears, and even temporarily made him forget the wound on his head. He subconsciously wanted to find a cigarette to smoke, but found that the cigarettes in his pocket had already been taken away by the children.

"Fuck, these little bastards." Manstein smiled bitterly. At this moment, he suddenly understood why Mikkelsen had to forcibly implement the Apocalypse Plan. Because this is indeed the last chance for mankind.

　I didn’t finish writing last night. I got up an hour early in the morning and finished writing. It’s a bit late. I haven’t woken up so early in several years. Last year, I didn’t go to bed until this time for a long time.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)