Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 803 Biohazard
The pink pieces of meat looked like the high-end strawberry pudding on the table of a noble lord. They were so chewy that they seemed to be moving on their own, and exuded an enticing aroma. The leader of Gang No. 9 happily shared the can with a few of his closest brothers and let them eat first.

All we can say is that his experience and knowledge have limited his vision, leaving him with only this little cleverness.

However, the leader of Gang No. 9 actually knew that this thing was left behind by the mysterious army, because demons eat humans, not canned food.

But he didn't think a box of canned food would be worth much, because this stuff was everywhere and Westerners had been eating it since childhood, so even if that mysterious army was a little special, no one would spend a lot of money to buy it.

The fact is, even a piece of rag can be worth millions, not to mention a whole box of cans.

In addition, he thought that since the army was so powerful, the food they ate must be high-tech and hard-core, which might help him grow ten pounds of muscle.

In fact, it was almost the same. After taking a mouthful of canned meat, they not only felt excited as if nine dragons were filling their bodies, but also did not feel hungry for the whole day. However, the next day, their appetites were greatly increased, as if there was a monster in their stomachs. No matter how much they ate, it was not enough. Even 10,000 calories could not satisfy their stomachs. In the end.
The hairline has been retreating under the onslaught of continuous overtime work, and has now retreated to the edge of the Mediterranean. Before, his forehead was a little wide, but now it is reflective. But what can Coulson do? With dark circles and big bags under his eyes, he can only continue to work overtime while drinking coffee. Moreover, the situation this time is very serious. It might be a biochemical crisis and he has no time to rest.

Fortunately, there was someone to work overtime with him. Thinking of this, Coulson glanced at Natasha. The other party did not waste time. She was applying a facial mask while typing on the keyboard, occasionally looking up at the scenery outside the car.

As they passed by the quarantine area, Natasha spoke quietly while looking at the high barbed wire walls, the fully armed guards, the sentries with searchlights, and the quarantined people who were so skinny that they looked like zombies.

"Are you sure this isn't a concentration camp?"

"It's hard to imagine." Coulson sighed.

There's no way. Although Coulson's butt is a little crooked due to the influence of Nick Fury, the series of operations carried out by the United States from the outbreak to the end of the previous supernatural war are simply challenging the lower limit of human IQ, especially the aftermath. They simply did not treat human lives as human lives, but completely as consumables.

Most ordinary Americans don't know what it means to work outside the contaminated area for a long time wearing masks and gloves. It's possible that these agents don't know, but what can they do?

Should I donate all my savings and wait for them to be deducted at every level, or should I break into Congress and point guns at those congressmen who voted with their feet?

There was nothing they could do, but this only made them more determined to change something.

Coming to the area where the workers live, it is not much better than the quarantine area. It is even worse than the large shed-like quarantine area. At least it was spacious before so many people were crammed in. But here, the container mobile houses that are cool in winter and hotter in summer are stacked like mahjong tiles. Not only are the temporary pipelines disorganized, but even the ground is not hardened. In addition, all the people living here are bachelors, making this place look messy, with garbage and needles everywhere. The smell of leaves has permeated every inch of steel plate here.

The glamorous creatures come and go here naturally. While taking away other parties' hard-earned money, they also use the Smurfs to take away other parties' descendants.

The main reason for such chaos is that the workers need to move as the wall construction progresses and cannot stay in one place for a long time. At the same time, the senior management never shows up, the middle management rarely shows up, and the appointed foremen are busy collecting money and drilling holes, which leads to management chaos.

In fact, if it weren't for the fear of losing this job that was perfect for earning extra money, not to mention the progress of the project, everything here would have been sold.

The chaotic management made the sanitary conditions here very poor. In addition, the factories, commercial areas and wealthy areas were the first to be repaired, so there was no running water and stable electricity. Even the toilets were dug temporarily, which provided convenience for this biochemical crisis. At this moment, the workers' dormitory area was isolated by yellow warning tape. The police wearing masks stood far away and had no intention of approaching. After all, it was only this little money a month. It was good enough for them to come. Don't be a joke to risk being infected and go in to search for clues.

What's more, it's like hell in there, and I wouldn't go there even if I had to pay more.

"What's the situation?" After getting off the car, Coulson immediately asked the SHIELD members stationed here.

How could Nick Fury turn a blind eye to such a big problem as the contaminated area? He has already sent people to monitor this place.

However, the contaminated area was too complex, and the high radiation concentration affected many monitoring methods, not to mention that there were hundreds of thousands of people outside the contaminated area. How could they all be included in the monitoring? So by the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late.

"It's terrible. The worst thing is that we haven't determined the cause and source yet. We can only let everyone return to their residences, but only God knows how many people have carried out this order." An old agent was in charge here, and he said with a frown.

The abnormality did not break out suddenly. In fact, there were signs of it a long time ago. However, the middle and senior management of the construction site all knew what this place was for, so illness, death, and abnormalities were all normal here, and the handling was also simple. Those who were still alive would be sent to the isolation area to die, and those who were dead would be directly burned.

Even if the number is a bit too much, no one cares, let alone taking measures or coming to investigate, because coming means danger. Even if they are forced to come to investigate, they will save as much as possible and even want to save the process of getting off the car. There is no way they can find any problems.

So the cause and scope of the biochemical crisis are still unknown, and there is no worse news than this.

The limited manpower currently forces them to first blockade a workers' dormitory area where a serious accident occurred. There are dozens of similar dormitory areas. Once a problem occurs, it will inevitably affect hundreds of thousands of people gathered outside the contaminated area, and then like an avalanche, millions of people in New York will be swept into it. This is the horror of the biochemical crisis.

Otherwise, the United States would not spend such a huge price to build biological or drug laboratories around the world. The things stored in them that seem to be legal are actually living mushroom bombs, which are not less effective than strategic mushrooms when necessary.

It is because they know some inside information that just imagining it makes their scalps tingle, so they act quickly.

SHIELD personnel wearing protective clothing entered the dormitory area to collect samples, and Coulson and Natasha went to look at the collected surveillance.

As soon as they clicked on the surveillance video, Coulson and Natasha immediately watched a bloody movie.

A group of zombie-like workers were wreaking havoc in the dormitory area. They were not as clumsy as the zombies in the movies. On the contrary, they ran very fast, as if they were sprinting every moment. They also had very sharp perceptions and would be found even if they hid in diesel barrels. They didn't care about the diesel that was like sauce at all and kept biting people who were not infected.

The most terrifying thing is that when these zombies open their mouths, several thick tentacles shoot out, and at the end of the tentacles there are mouthparts similar to those of giant worms. While they constantly devour flesh and blood, there are also tiny larvae that parasitize them.

(End of this chapter)