latent syndrome.

Chapter 280 279. Ocean
submerged disease.

Outside of North America, where the Countermeasure Bureau can't control.

The base number of infected people has reached about [-]%, and one out of every ten people is a patient with submerged disease.

In this horrible disease with a fatality rate of over 90.00%, most people will only die in short-term and long-term pain after suffering from it.

And the surviving strong-willed people, because they are fearless of death and deviate from the symbolic world, will only endlessly inflict tyranny until they reach them.

Totally mad.

The sea in the dark night is completely dark, and all light is swallowed by the bottomless sea water.

Even a fishing boat with a displacement of thousands of tons is just like a precarious lone boat in the turbulent and swaying waves, being rolled up in the boundless sea and then put down.

The waters around Peru are rich in squid, and the way to catch them is also very simple. These sailors who are engaged in deep-sea fishing go out at night and day. Just put the searchlight on the sea surface, and the squid will be attracted to piles by the light. Just sprinkle the fishing net, There is no free one, at least tens or hundreds of catties.

However, in such bad weather, with strong winds blowing on the sea, it is impossible to carry out work.

In addition, this ship has other missions, which is to carry stowaways and send them to North America.

Under the global infection, many countries have completely fallen. In the absence of countermeasures to maintain order, these invulnerable infected people are above human society, ignoring moral laws and subverting social regimes.

Kill people, cook corpses, dismember them, edit them into entertainment videos, and spread them on the dark web for fun.

Everyone wants to escape and go to the last pure land, the Freedom Alliance. I heard that there are no infected people raging there, and it is the only civilized place in the entire world that has returned to the wild.

But their ideas are too naive.

Even in the age of civilization, when going out to sea, the legal awareness will be weak. A ship is a small society, where there is no respect, no morality, and no human relations.

It is very common for one or two people to disappear every time the ship arrives at the port. It is usually explained that they fell into the sea after being drunk, but in fact they have been thrown into the sea with no bones left.

Let alone now.

The storm, thunder and lightning on the sea, as well as the ancient darkness, are by no means comparable to that on land. Without any cover, you can only feel the unparalleled loneliness and fear when you are in the terrifying nature.

Captain's interior.

"Are we really going to take those people to the Freedom Alliance? You must know that we are wanted criminals."

The chief engineer's tone was cold and heartless.

The cook on board also had the same idea, seeing that the voyage was almost halfway through.

"of course not."

"We killed them, tonight."

"At the next port, there will still be people who need to be smuggled."

"I've already made contact."

The captain spoke quite calmly, as if he was already familiar with the road.

"It's much more profitable than squid fishing."

The medium-sized cook's eyes were a little excited. He had just boarded the ship not long ago, so he was a little curious about this kind of activity. These smugglers would often bet their savings, even if it was a quota of [-] Union coins, in order to smuggle into the country at this moment. The Liberty Alliance will accept it without hesitation.

All cross-border flights around the world have been suspended, and the Liberty Alliance has no plans to accept refugees. The only way is to smuggle.

An unprecedented storm is brewing everywhere, and everyone pins their hopes on the most powerful country.

"Maybe I can make some special dishes."

The cook licked his lips excitedly.

They are all infected. Although they are not high-level, they also have certain combat capabilities. They are not afraid of swords and guns. They have no problem dealing with ordinary people or even an army.

Not to mention the idle warehouses locked below the deck, where the sun is out, those hungry smugglers.

The captain's mate came from the deck, his hair was soaked by the rain at sea, and with a heavy package on his shoulder, he entered the captain's cabin.

Throwing the package on the ground, there was a clang of gold and iron, and some long-bladed knives fell to the ground.

"Let's compare who will kill more people."

The deputy's expression was extremely sinister.

So a group of people picked up the knives one after another, with extremely ferocious expressions on their faces. Accompanied by the sound of dripping raindrops, they quietly sneaked into the idle warehouse below the deck amidst the noise. The sound of rain completely covered their steps. Dozens of stowaways who had been hungry for a day and a night were locked up.

Only after clearing this group of people, will there be room for the next group of people.

But at the end of the day, a crew member who was about to open the door was trembling and hesitant. Should he really kill these people like slaughtering animals? Perhaps they are not as good as animals, because they have not eaten a single drop of water during this period of time. Well, smuggling is not a vacation, it includes three meals a day.

"You all get out of the way first."

The captain thought that he had to lead by example and set a good example for them, because he had to pass through many ports in the future, and he had to be familiar with it. There were hundreds of people, and if the business was good, there might be thousands of people waiting for him to slaughter.

The captain pushed open the door of the unused warehouse. The hinges of the old fishing boat were a little rusty and there was a harsh sound of branches. As he pushed the door completely open, the faint light in the passage shone into the warehouse. A very emaciated person.

The stowaways in the warehouse even thought that the captain had brought them food, and some people approached the captain.

Because before boarding the ship, the captain repeatedly warned that the door would remain closed to avoid the eyeliner of some maritime patrols, otherwise the smuggling would come to naught and all of them would be repatriated.

For the sake of hope, they have always complied, without even turning on the lights. Even though their stomachs are seriously uncomfortable and their skin is cracked due to lack of water, they still abide by them.

Among these smugglers, there are no elderly people. After all, a place requires a high price of hundreds of thousands, and the elderly cannot afford long-distance travel. Most of them are families, and some women hold children. Even babies are counted.

Just when they all had faint expectations in their eyes.

The captain didn't say a word, picked up the long-bladed knife, and killed anyone he saw. Seeing the bravery of the captain, the cook, the chief engineer, and the deputy rushed into the warehouse one after another, slashing wildly.

In an instant, blood was dripping, screams were everywhere, and red pulp shot everywhere. On the floor, on the face, on the clothes, in the darkness, the eyes of these sailors all shone with a strange red light.

In less than ten seconds, more than 20 people were hacked to death and smashed to pieces. The smuggling customers in the crowded warehouse were pushing back and forth, but they couldn't squeeze out at all. There was no window to jump into the sea, only a round sealed light-transmitting glass.

And these crew members are all infected, although they are only D-rank and C-rank, their strength is far beyond ordinary people.

They were already out of form, slashing relentlessly, like chopping melons and vegetables, a blur.

At this time, the sea was swaying more fiercely, and a thunderbolt suddenly appeared in the distance, instantly turning the sea surface into extreme daylight, and only the middle of the end of the warehouse could be seen.

There was a man sitting with his hair shaved to less than a centimeter, and the tiger claw scar on one cheek was even more frightening.

"that person!"

The cook was shocked when he saw it, as if he had seen the most ferocious beast in the ancient jungle.

(End of this chapter)