It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 670 Mao Mao

Guangnan Quarantine Zone —

After the quarantine zone entered a period of emergency, people were filled with anxiety.

Almost all patients in the first ward have been transferred, while no institution is willing to accept the infected patients in the second ward, so they remain in the isolation area.

However, the atmosphere in the second inpatient ward was relatively calm.

Without the poets to disrupt things, the nurses went about their work as usual, while the patients sought solace for their souls in their faith.

Ling Feiran didn't know how Yalana did it. She hadn't instructed the saints to develop a network of followers, yet Yalana tirelessly spread the doctrine among the patients.

Of course, other saints would also have similar spontaneous actions, but because Yarana possessed the card Bard, her words had more influence, so she developed the most sub-saints.

In just a few days, Ling Feiran's number of saints increased from the original eighteen to thirty-five, almost doubling.

The saints' minds seem to have been instilled with a unique way of thinking about the world. They believe that the saint is God's messenger and that only by following God's messenger can they walk the right path and free their souls from suffering.

Therefore, in the second inpatient department, one can often see scenes like this:

A middle-aged woman in a hospital gown took another patient's hand and earnestly advised, "You are not alone in this darkness. We will stay with you until the day a miracle occurs."

Fortunately, Yarana speaks Mogu, which will not affect the volunteers. Moreover, the person holding the card is resistant to this kind of "calling" and will not be easily converted into a saint.

Ling Feiran had no intention of brainwashing the patients, but what was wrong with giving them a moment of peace before they died?

Today is a cloudy day, a rare cool day for Guangnan City in August. Many patients are taking walks and enjoying the cool air in the activity area.

After making her rounds in the wards, Ling Feiran stood in the corridor and quietly watched the patients downstairs, her heart unconsciously filled with compassion.

These people who are about to die, these people who have been abandoned by the world, can't go back to the past and have lost their future. Now, besides her, who else will care about these poor people?

—The West Wind Demon has two sides, and the Saintess card brings out its guardian side.

Ling Feiran realized that the cards had created a subtle connection between her and the saints, a connection that made her feel less alone and as warm as if she were surrounded by family.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.

Ling Feiran knew it was Yalana without even turning around.

Yalana was in a hurry, so much so that she couldn't wait for the elevator and ran up the stairs.

"Pashan is missing!" Yalana cried to Ling Feiran. "I went to deliver his lunchbox, but he wasn't at the construction site. I looked for him everywhere, but I couldn't find him!"

“Don’t worry, Pashan is an inmate. The electronic shackles on his feet have a tracking device, and the technical department can track his location,” Ling Feiran said.

Yarana pulled the electronic ankle bracelet out of the canvas bag containing the lunchbox. The ring-shaped metal layer was deformed and broken, visibly damaged by violence.

Ling Feiran thought for a moment, "...He must have used the second form of the Hundred-Armed Giant to forcibly break free of his shackles. If he had escaped to the quarantine zone, it's impossible that no one would have noticed. Now that he's nowhere to be seen, he's most likely escaping towards Mogu. He has cards and plenty of stamina, so crossing the Molan River wouldn't be difficult for him."

Yalana's expression changed drastically. "What are we going to do?! It's foggy everywhere there, and I've heard that fog can eat people! It's very dangerous!"

As she spoke, Yalana covered her face and burst into tears: "That silly boy, Pashan, he must have gone home, waaaaah..."

Ling Feiran gazed wistfully into the distance, "Who doesn't want to go home? It's a pity that not everyone has a home."

Yalana pleaded, "My Lord, I want to go and find Pashan. Could you please let the patrol team on the bridge let me across?"

Ling Feiran reassured her, "Don't worry, he shouldn't have gone far. I'll go apply for a pass."

The quarantine area is now under complete lockdown, making it very difficult for outsiders to enter. However, Ling Feiran believes that if an infected person wants to leave, there shouldn't be any problem.

She is now the head of the second inpatient department, and applying for passes for patients is part of her job.

Ling Feiran first called the logistics department of her superior unit, but the leader was in a meeting and the secretary who answered the phone did not have the authority to approve passes. An hour later, Ling Feiran called again, but the leader was still in a meeting.

Unless it's an extremely urgent matter, a secretary wouldn't interrupt the leaders' meeting for this. Clearly, applying for a pass for an infected person isn't an extremely urgent matter.

But Ling Feiran didn't want to wait any longer.

She glanced at the gloomy sky—

It was getting dark, and if we didn't set off soon, it would be even more difficult to find Pasan.

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Huang Yi stood in front of the electronic screen in the command center, his expression more solemn than ever before.

Just now, satellites detected that the fog had suddenly expanded and was getting closer to the quarantine zone.

At the current rate of expansion, the fog will reach Molanjiang in a maximum of 48 hours.

If the Molanjiang River falls, it means the entire quarantine zone will fall, all the manpower and resources the country has invested in the area will be wasted, and residents in the surrounding areas will lose their homes and be forced to relocate.

Behind Huang Yi were the heads of various departments.

"The fog area has not only not shrunk, but has suddenly expanded, which means that the vanguard team led by General Pei may have encountered an accident. We need to form a second team as soon as possible to continue the mission of conquering the maze."

"We can't find any more members with the Light attribute in the quarantine zone. How do we form a second team?"

"We will recruit people nationwide. If we still can't find anyone, we will seek help from outside. Lorias and England have both established relatively mature hunter systems."

"What if the second team also disappears without a trace after entering the dense fog?"

"We must consider the worst possible consequences..."

"Have you received any instructions from the General Administration?"

All eyes were on Huang Yi.

Huang Yi remained silent.

The General Administration of Inspection did indeed give instructions that the ultimate solution—nuclear explosion—should absolutely not be implemented unless absolutely necessary.

Based on the area estimated, six to seven nuclear bombs would be needed to level the entire area.

But this is not a victory; it is actually a lose-lose situation.

For humankind, nothing is worse than losing land.

The land after a nuclear explosion will be full of radiation and will not be suitable for human habitation for nearly a hundred years. Moreover... even if such a huge price is paid, it is not certain that the pollutants in the labyrinth can be eliminated.

Because the maze and the real world overlap, a nuclear bomb might affect both spaces simultaneously, or it might only affect a single space. The situation is critical, and there is not enough time for scientists to solve the problem of spatial overlap.

After pondering for a long time, Huang Yi said, "We don't have much time left. We need to quickly assemble a small team to search for General Pei's whereabouts in the fog. If we can't rescue him, we'll return immediately, and then... seal off the quarantine zone and evacuate everyone."

Everyone remained silent, their hearts heavy.

At this moment, the indoor temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, as if a blast of cold air from an air conditioner had blown by, and the hairs on Huang Yi's arms stood on end, feeling shaky.

He looked around in confusion, but saw nothing.

(End of this chapter)