Nuke Miko: Chronicles of America

In fact, as the ruler of the earth, how powerful is human being's ability to survive?Where is it that a mere plague can bring it down?

So what if there is no cure for the 'Corona' plague?The Black Death was so fierce in Europe back then, it seems that no country was directly destroyed, right?

My uncle was working on a project in Africa and saw that many of the local indigenous people had never even seen a hospital. Are they still alive? "

Ma Tong thought about it, and said comfortingly. "...those black Africans living in thatched houses in the countryside, who can't read or read, don't have a clock at home, have no sense of time, live in a daze every day, get married and have children in a daze, and then they don't know when they will be dazed. Died in confusion—unless he was shot or hacked to death, even if he died of a disease, it is often unclear what disease the deceased had.

But even so, they are still living happily, and they are multiplying and thriving...

In contrast, no matter how bad the medical and health situation in the United States is, can it be worse than that of Africans?

So please rest assured, even if the people here have no medical treatment or medicine, they will definitely be able to tenaciously overcome the disease and thrive..."

"...Comparing this place to Africa?" Dolores rolled her eyes, "...Why didn't I feel that you were trying to comfort me at all?"

In short, after complaining to each other, the tired girls slept in the RV after washing.

Only Serena, the black-skinned cat girl, was assigned the task of keeping watch at night because cats are nocturnal animals.

Serena: Meow?Want me to watch all night?Not even a shift worker, meow?

As a result, in the middle of the night, Akiyama Hui, who was sleeping soundly with her classmate Yoyo in her arms, was roughly woken up by the furry cat's paw.

Then, before the bleary-eyed Akiyama Megumi let out her wake-up breath, she heard Serena jumping up and down in the car with piercing eyes, yelling incoherently: "...Woo meow! Get up meow! Get up quickly ! Ready to fight! A monster is coming!"

ha?monster? !Where did the monster come from? !

Akiyama Hui was stunned for a moment, feeling a little confused, but then heard intermittent gunshots not far away, and a woman screaming.

Then look up at the crimson moon in the night sky...how should I put it?A classic horror movie opening?

So, the little witch Akiyama Megumi finally cheered up, hurriedly turned on the lights inside the car, put on the witch costume, tightened her belt, and even had no time to put on her shoes, she walked barefoot through the corridor in the center of the RV, and then passed through the machine gun tower at the rear of the car. Get out of the car, activate [Light Vision]...

Then, in the dark night, Akiyama Megumi saw a scene that made her wind messy and her thinking stopped:

"...Wow! What a big crayfish!"

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Night fell over the Mississippi Delta, a crimson moon high above a velvety black ground.

Today, people living in the Midwest of the United States are used to seeing the red moon that must come every night, and they are not surprised by this astronomical phenomenon.

However, the moon tonight is a little different from the previous nights.

I don't know when it started, the red moon seemed to be splashed with blood, from a faint crimson to a blood-like color.

That dazzling blood moon hangs quietly in the sky, like a supreme god aloft, overlooking everything in the world indifferently.

And under the blood moon, the shimmering Atchafalaya River reflected the moonlight like a river of blood.

This river is the west tributary of the Mississippi River Delta. It is separated from the main stream of the Mississippi River in central Louisiana. The end of the east tributary is New Orleans, and the west tributary is the Atchafalaya River. to the Mississippi River Delta.

Among them, the most special place of the Atchafalaya River is that it is the largest crayfish producing area in the United States.

And the number of shrimp catchers living on both sides of the Atchafalaya River is also the largest in the entire Louisiana state.

For example, the Vietnamese immigrant town where Akiyama Hui and the others stopped to rest tonight is located on the edge of the delta, on the east bank of the Achafalaya River.

At this moment, a middle-aged "vigilante" was patrolling the muddy river bank with a double-barreled shotgun, a flashlight, and a cane.

——Although it is easy to think of superheroes in comics when talking about "vigilante" in the United States, in fact, this middle-aged "vigilante" is just an ordinary fisherman. I had to bite the bullet and come out to do voluntary labor at night.

Since the two fat policemen in the town who were too fat to walk died of plague one after another in May and June, the county has never sent police to this town again.However, the law and order in Louisiana is very poor recently. Not only are there frequent zero-dollar purchases in big cities, but even thieves appear in the countryside, killing people and stealing goods.

Not to mention, under the influence of supernatural power, from time to time, it is heard that zombies, ghosts and other things that shatter the three views emerge.

So, in these chaotic times, country towns cannot be without defenses, or God knows what will happen.

Fortunately, the United States has always had a tradition of community self-government. This small town of Vietnamese origin quickly organized dozens of militiamen who can play with guns. In the absence of official police, they acted as "voluntary policemen" and cooperated with the original monitoring equipment. Night watch patrols every night to ensure the peace of one side.

So, the middle-aged uncle who was on duty tonight, although his old cold legs were aching, he still came out to watch the night with a cane.

Chapter 235, Nuclear Explosion Crayfish

On a summer night in the Mississippi River Delta, there is no wind, the water vapor is pervasive, the weather is sultry, and the mosquitoes and flies are flying around, which makes people irritated.

The "vigilante" on duty at night in the small town was a little out of breath after he hadn't walked far from the river bank, and his old cold legs, which had been blown by the wind and rain on the fishing boat all the year round, were also a little aching... To be honest, it's hard work like night watch The job should not have been done by a 50-year-old lame man.

However, there are not many healthy young men left in the town at the moment. Under the power of the "Corona" plague, the small town with only more than 2000 residents actually died in less than half a year. More than 200 people died of plague in one breath, and dozens of others fell to the root of the disease.

After the rest of the patients recovered, they generally became weak and weak, unable to do heavy work, and had to rest for a long time before they could hopefully recover.

——The virus reproduces crazily and replicates itself in the human body. Where does the raw material for virus replication come from?Of course, it is to dismantle the cells of the patient!

The result is that when the virus multiplies, it will cause a wave of damage to the human body, and when the immune system kills the virus, it will cause a wave of incidental damage to the human body as the battlefield.In the end, the patient's body was almost the same as the city that suffered from Godzilla. Unfortunately, some parts were broken, which is naturally a matter of course.

Even if there are no obvious sequelae, it is consuming the body's recovery potential, so becoming weak after recovery is a high probability phenomenon.

What's more terrible is that, unlike the "Corona" epidemic in other places, where the lives of the elderly were harvested in batches, the infected people in this Vietnamese town are mostly young men for some reason, and the sequelae are more serious. It is the middle-aged people who are relatively better after recovery.

Under such circumstances, those middle-aged and elderly people in the town who have not been infected or have no sequelae after recovery can only reluctantly shoulder the responsibility, take the lead in joining the vigilante team, and together with the rest of the young people, shoulder the responsibility. Set up a double-pipe sprayer and patrol day and night to ensure the safety of the town.

——No way, if a person who lacks training and poor marksmanship has to fight, the most suitable weapon is a double-barreled spray gun.

This kind of hunting weapon can shoot a bunch of bullets in one shot, no matter how bad your marksmanship is, you still have a high hit rate.

Otherwise, if you hold a military firearm and meet a small thief and shoot first, but become a master of body strokes, or even be killed by your opponent, it will be miserable.

But despite this, the middle-aged "vigilante" still feels that patrolling the river embankment every night is purely useless.

"...The mayor is really stupid. If there are any robbers coming, they must drive into the town. It is enough to pile up roadblocks at a few intersections."

He muttered to himself as he walked, "...Could it be possible that someone else would drive a speedboat, step on the mud, and rush in through such a large swamp? Those gangsters are not SEAL special forces! Our town is not more Forley Hills, where are there so many rich men worth robbing?"

Of course, it's not just robbers who haunt the wild at night, but also smugglers or smugglers.

But... what else is there to smuggle in the United States now?

American folks have always banned guns, and now even all kinds of anesthetics have been legalized. From the perspective of this middle-aged man, he really can't think of anything else that can be smuggled—it can't be RPG smuggling, right?It might as well go through the back door of the National Guard arsenal.

If you don't go to the container terminal just to evade tariffs, the increased loading and unloading costs will be higher than that tariff!

It's better to find a way to bribe customs officials to make false accounts, or join forces with powerful gangs at the docks to find a way to get through.

As for stowaways?Louisiana is not a border state. Illegal immigrants who smuggle from foreign countries can only enter here by sea.

However, the coastline of this state is located in the deepest part of the North American continent that is deeply sunken in the Gulf of Mexico. Illegal immigrants need to sail thousands of kilometers from various island countries in the Caribbean Sea. It is far less convenient than the Florida Peninsula that stretches into the sea. Evening arrives.

Moreover, the Mississippi River Delta is criss-crossed and densely covered with shoals and swamps, and the shoals change every year due to the continuous deposition of sand flowing down from the upper reaches. Gotta swim with the crocodiles.

Taking a step back, even if someone really wants to walk along the river here, smuggling some contraband, such as selling women or children...

What does this have to do with shrimp catchers like them?

These days, human life is worthless, everyone can take care of themselves, but who cares about other people's misdeeds?

According to the thinking of this middle-aged vigilante, it is more than enough to just sit in the monitoring room at night and watch the monitoring screen with the air conditioner on.

However, the 77-year-old old mayor is a dead-headed person who insists on having armed personnel patrol the whole town every night, not to miss any dead corner.

The mayor of the town has gone through countless wars and famines. He escaped from his hometown to become a boatman after a narrow escape, and drifted to America. In times of crisis, everyone can only listen to him.

In addition, with the recent rampant epidemic in the United States and the chaos in the world, the social order in several states in the Midwest is almost impossible to maintain.In Kansas and New Mexico, they also heard about the whole villages and towns being looted by bandits, so they naturally didn't want their homes to be looted.

——Although horse thieves can't run in the mud of the delta, what if a group of Caribbean pirates really emerge at the end of the sea level?

Of course, complaining is inevitable.

"...Crack! That old bastard mayor just needs to move his mouth, but we have to stay up in the middle of the night to feed the mosquitoes here..."

A middle-aged fisherman who served as a vigilante in the small town slapped and killed a large mosquito that was sucking blood on its neck, grinning and complaining.

And his two legs, which suffered from rheumatism because he was rowing a boat to catch shrimps all the year round, were suffering from more and more pain.

It was strange to say that originally his rheumatism would only occur in the coldest winter, and in other seasons, his condition was generally good.But since he recovered from the COVID-19 virus, despite the scorching sun in the middle of summer, his legs still hurt like it was rained in winter.

Now that the hospital is full, it is difficult to see a doctor. He spent 19 dollars to find an illegal black doctor in a small clinic for an examination, but no diagnosis was made. He only said that he was stimulated by the COVID-[-] virus. The sequelae, the pathology is unknown, and there is no treatment, so we can only observe and observe.

Pooh!Doesn't this mean that there is no cure for him at the age of 50?What a bad luck!

I just heard my daughter call to say that a group of witches with great supernatural powers came to town today, and the leader is the little Japanese girl who bombed Los Angeles before. With a wave of her hand, all diseases can be cured.

Many people in the town have already brought their sick patients there for treatment, and then invited the statue of the Great Fox Immortal to enshrine in their own shrines.

If he hadn't been assigned to the night watch job, he really couldn't leave, and he really wanted to go and see his rheumatism.

Hey, I hope this Japanese witch doesn't leave early tomorrow morning, so that he can visit and seek medical treatment in time...

While thinking this way, he casually shone the flashlight on the reeds... Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a black shadow shaking there!

Uh?No way?

There wouldn't really be any thieves or stowaways, would there?

The middle-aged vigilante was stunned, subconsciously cringing a little, but looking at the double-barreled spray nozzles on his shoulders, he was inexplicably more courageous.

So, he took off the double-barreled nozzle from his shoulder, filled two buckshots with his hands and feet, then carefully raised the gun and approached it, shouting loudly:

"...Who? Come out! I saw you! If you don't come out, I'll shoot you!"

The only answer to him was the "rustling" sound of the wind, and the crisp sound of insects, but the black shadow was still hidden behind the reed, looming.

The little thief actually has such a good psychological quality?Still motionless after being discovered?

No, then it couldn't be just some big piece of floating garbage behind it, right?

The middle-aged vigilante thought about it, but after all, he didn't dare to pull the trigger casually, and fired a shot at the black shadow to strengthen his courage-it would be bad if the neighbors in the town were alarmed.

So, he continued to hold the gun, with the flashlight in his mouth, and cautiously approached the shadow.

Suddenly, the reeds that blocked his sight suddenly fell down, and a monster covered in carapace appeared in front of his eyes.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in horror.

What is this... what?

Gray-black carapace, huge pliers, long tentacles, dripping black eyes...

Isn't this the crayfish they catch and cook every day?

But why does it grow so big?

All bigger than a horse!

"... Bang! Bang!"

With his mind in chaos, he subconsciously pulled the trigger again and again.

However, the projectile that could easily knock down the wild boar hit the smooth and firm carapace of the giant crayfish, and was immediately bounced off.

This weak counterattack not only failed to hurt it at all, but angered the giant crayfish behind the reeds.

It immediately opened its jointed limbs on both sides of its body, waved its sharp pincers, stepped over the mud by the river, and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

"...Ahh! Don't come here!"

The distraught middle-aged man screamed in despair, before reloading the shotgun with ammunition, he dropped the flashlight, turned and ran away.

But in the darkness, he didn't take a few steps when he felt a sharp pain in his right leg, and his whole body fell to the ground.

Then, before he had time to stand up, he saw two more giant crayfish, flanking him from left to right, and pounced on him.

Then, accompanied by shrill screams and horrible chewing sounds, the middle-aged vigilante no longer had to worry about his rheumatism.

Then, more giant crayfish gushed out of the river and rushed towards the dimly lit town.

——This is the crayfish's revenge against the shrimp catcher!

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A moment later, the little witch Akiyama Megumin stood on the roof of the RV in a daze, watching a large number of crayfish gushing out of the water and rampaging through the town.

Uh, if it's just ordinary-sized crayfish landing collectively, then it's nothing, just like seeing groups of ducks crossing the street.

But the problem is that these "little" lobsters are not small at all, with an average length of two or three meters, which is close to the size of a car!

Moreover, these giant crayfish were not honest at all after they landed. Instead, they killed and destroyed people everywhere, using their pincers to grab people and cut them in half.

After waking up, the residents of the town saw this scene like a Hollywood horror blockbuster, and they immediately became a mess. Those in the corner of the house have...