Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 804 Parasitic Tide
"Are these zombies?!" Coulson touched his hairline, knowing that the Mediterranean defense line might not be able to be held, and he sighed with melancholy.

"Yes. These infected people have all the characteristics of zombies. Except for being shot in the head, they will hardly stop. Moreover, they run faster than the zombies in the movies. Normal people can't escape these tireless zombies. In addition, death is not the end. The parasites in the stomachs of these zombies will burst out. If you can't dodge in time, you will also be parasitized and turned into zombies." The old agent lost several people because of this and said with a headache.

"So where are these zombies now?" Coulson asked puzzledly, because the dormitory area is very quiet now, but relying on the fighting ability of the old agent and the police, it is obviously impossible to eliminate these zombies, so the only possibility is that these zombies ran away.

"It's the contaminated area. Something seems to be attracting them. They all entered the contaminated area through the holes in the wall. We tried to track them, but you know the environment there. It's too difficult." The old agent was not simply making excuses, because it would be the same no matter who came.

At the beginning, all forces rushed in like crazy to plunder, but the reason why it ended so hastily was because the situation inside was gradually deteriorating.

"Sir, maybe you should come and see."

The sound coming from outside let Coulson know that he had gained something, so he walked out immediately, and then regretted it.

A researcher wearing a white top and yellow bottom spotted protective suit hurried over holding a bottle filled with turbid liquid and insects. Before he arrived, a foul odor hit him in the face and almost made him vomit.

"You fell into the toilet?!" Coulson widened his eyes, took a few steps back in horror, and spoke with difficulty while holding his breath.

"No, I jumped in on my own initiative." The ruthless man did not seem to think there was anything wrong with doing so. He just shook the large bottle in his hand, and the insects inside twisted and tangled into a ball as the turbid liquid swayed, as if signaling the other party to focus their attention here.

"This is what I found in the pit. It's not a common intestinal parasite, but a completely unknown creature. I collected some and need to return to the laboratory for further testing." The ruthless man stepped forward and said.

"I'll have someone drive you back right away, but you must pay attention to safety and never leak the information." Coulson immediately assigned some unlucky guy to drive, then turned around and left. Finding a brand new gas mask for the other person was his last act of mercy, he couldn't just let him drive.

After obtaining the samples, SHIELD immediately produced a large number of test papers, and then a group of worried-looking agents began to frequently go in and out of toilets in various places, only to find that the situation was far worse than they had imagined.

After testing, parasites were found in multiple workers' dormitories. The special workers who spread the parasites everywhere contributed greatly to this, but the kindness among the workers was also one of the reasons.

When the scope of testing was expanded, the situation was still not good, and it could even be said to be a serious matter.

Because of the destruction of Manhattan, millions of people lost their homes and jobs. Less than one-tenth of them were able to move away or find jobs. They could only gather not far from the wall, build homes with any materials they could find, or live in sewers and under bridges, huddling together for warmth, just like the slums in countries harmed by the Eagle Sauce.

In this situation, survival is difficult, let alone hygiene and medical care.

In order to avoid being locked up in an isolation area and left to die, these people would not say anything even if they discovered abnormalities in themselves, and they had no money for treatment, causing the parasites to spread rapidly like a tide.

The only good news is that without radiation stimulation, these parasites are not much different from ordinary parasites, except that their drug resistance is terribly high. If you take medicine to fight it, you will definitely die before it.

But the harm is just that, at most it will cause malnutrition.

However, once stimulated by radiation, these parasites will break through their growth limits and turn into giant worm-like monsters. They will also control the human body through the hairs on the surface of the body instead of the nervous system, making people become like immortal zombies.

Therefore, the best way is to evacuate these people immediately before the infected group continues to expand, isolate them in a place far away from the radiation zone, and maintain active treatment while carrying out comprehensive disinfection.

The problem is that this is America, it is both heaven and hell, so their approach is simpler and more direct, which is to build another wall outside the slums and let these people fend for themselves.

As long as all the people die, not only will the parasites no longer exist, but the problem will also no longer exist. Moreover, this move does not require a lot of money and resources, nor does it require continuous investment. All it takes is a high wall and a group of soldiers driving Hummers to solve all the problems, so the choice is actually not difficult.

As for the many people who will die, it's all a citizenry issue. My dear, you have to know that no one is born an American citizen. When it comes down to it, we are all outsiders who come here to make money. The indigenous people are either in museums or in protected areas. So as long as the immigration restrictions are relaxed, there are plenty of people around the world who are willing to bring their own food to fill the gap.

As long as the Eagle Sauce still wears the crown of the world hegemon on its head and as long as the torch of freedom is not extinguished, population will never be a problem.

But only a few people know that the problem has not been solved, but has become more complicated.

"The situation is deteriorating rapidly and a riot may break out at any time." Kingpin rubbed his eyebrows and said to Peggy Carter.

"Can't you control your men?" Peggy Carter, who was busy dealing with many affairs, put down her work and took a sip of cold coffee.

"They are just gangsters, not police, doctors, or firefighters. It's not easy to suppress them until now, but once the second wall is built, everyone knows what it means, and it won't be possible to suppress them at all." Jin Bing drank the coffee brought by his wife, smiled gently, and then spoke seriously.

"We must be prepared for the worst." The meaning of Jin Bing's words was very clear, he was not optimistic about the future developments.

"A lot of people will die," Peggy Carter said, frowning.

"We've tried our best." Frank, who was also busy, said at this time. This super tough guy also has helpless moments.

To be honest, they really tried their best.

Because of the timely notification, Jin Bing's forces in Hell's Kitchen did not suffer much loss. On the contrary, because he had sufficient funds and supplies, his power took the opportunity to expand a lot.

Not only Peggy Carter, but even Frank said nothing about this, and even helped make Kingpin's forces more formal and efficient.

Neither of them was a pedantic person and they knew very well that their power alone could not change the entire city, nor could they change the subsequent situation.

In this situation, Jin Bing's large number of gang members rooted in the grassroots become a crucial force.

This is indeed the case. The fact that hundreds of thousands of people outside the quarantine zone have not rioted so far is the result of their efforts to channel and control them.

But the fundamental problem has not been solved. The outbreak is only a matter of time. Not only do they know this, but the government also knows it. Otherwise, why would they mobilize the army?

As for whether this violates the constitution or something, only those with money can talk about human rights and freedom. If you don’t have money, fuck you, poor bastard!

"We need the help of the Richter family." Peggy Carter said after a moment's silence.

In fact, she had had similar ideas for a long time, but she had never made up her mind. But now there was no time left for her, so Peggy Carter went to Richter with a carefully prepared plan, hoping to get his support.

(End of this chapter)