I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

wrong!

What exploded were just the blisters on these people's skin, with pus splattering everywhere, but the people were still there, just too unsightly to be seen.

There was not an inch of healthy skin on the whole body. When it exploded, not only the bulging skin was lifted up, but also the rapidly decaying flesh and blood inside was sprayed out.

In this small, enclosed space, under the dazzling lights, everyone experienced such a catastrophe.

Some people were not splashed by the pus directly, but after the pus splashed, some were directly turned into tiny mist beads. With the exclamations and the surge of the crowd, the disturbed air filled the entire bar space.

That means everyone was infected.

In America, watching the fun could cost you your life, so when this strange and shocking incident occurred in the bar, some people already felt something was wrong, and they quickly squeezed through the crowd. They wanted to leave!

But it's too late!
Especially in bars, it's not just the bursting of the abscess that transmits the virus to other people, because there are mosquitoes there.

In such a chaotic scene, mosquitoes can bite people unknowingly and turn someone into the first batch of sources of plague infection.

So, among these smart people who wanted to leave as soon as possible, one was bitten by a mosquito.

As soon as he walked to his car, he felt something was wrong.

First, tiny bulges quietly emerged from under the skin, as if they were arched up by countless hidden insects.

Then, the bulges expanded at an alarming speed, like balloons about to burst.

He knew that what had just happened in the bar would also happen to him, so he quickly reached out from his body for his car keys.

As long as I can get to the hospital in time, maybe I can still be saved.

Even though the hospital might bankrupt him, at least he still had hope of survival.

However, he was not infected secondary to the disease, but was directly bitten by a mosquito, so the disease developed quickly.

He couldn't even get out his car keys before he could hold on any longer. He felt difficulty breathing and collapsed completely exhausted.

The movement and sound of his fall attracted the attention of several people who had just quietly escaped from the bar with him, even though they were already in the car.

Under the still bright lights outside, they could clearly see that the man who had rushed out with them just now was now like the other mutated people in the bar, with lumps all over his body.

And these bumps were still growing. Soon, "puff" and "puff" sounds were heard one after another, and the bumps burst one after another.

First, a thick dark red liquid oozed out, mixed with traces of blood, and flowed down along the skin.

As the swelling continued to burst, the wound became larger and larger, and the skin seemed to be torn off piece by piece by an invisible giant hand.

In the blink of an eye, there was not an inch of intact skin left.

The muscles and blood vessels were exposed without any cover. The muscle tissue was curled up and still trembling slightly. The blood vessels exposed to the air were like dense red lines, beating from time to time and gushing out blood.

The entire body was reduced to a piece of blood-red flesh, twisting and struggling on the ground. The people who saw this scene seemed to be able to smell the disgusting fishy odor.

They were frightened by such a horrific scene, and then they also felt itchy on their hands and faces. When they looked down, they saw lumps on their hands.

I glanced in the rearview mirror of the car and saw it on my face!

So these people had different first reactions.

Some people drove home immediately, which is normal. When people are hurt, the first thing they think of is their home, because only their home can give them a sense of security. However, there don't seem to be many such stupid people. Most people started their cars and drove to the hospitals they knew.

I just don’t know if these people can make it to the hospital.

There was only one person who was not sure whether to say he was responsible or knowledgeable. He was a rare white person in Harlem and he called 911 directly.

"In the Crazy Daddy bar in Harlem, Manhattan, everyone here has been exposed to a highly contagious biochemical virus. At least hundreds of people here have been infected with this extremely severe, rapidly spreading virus..."

"I'm sorry, sir. We have received more than 100 calls like this tonight. If you are infected, please go to the hospital for emergency treatment."

Obviously, what the New York 911 alarm center said told him that what happened at Crazy Daddy's Bar was not an isolated case, and that the other party already had experience in dealing with it.

But going to the hospital on your own...

New York...it's over!
Looking at the increasingly swollen pustules on his arms, the man in the car weakly put down his phone. The blood-red muscular body that had been struggling just a moment ago was no longer moving.

These biological viruses attacked too quickly, so quickly that there was no time to react. In other words, even if he was lucky enough to drive to the hospital, the hospital might not be able to save him.

No, he still had family. Heartbroken, he quickly picked up his phone and called his wife in another state.

Fortunately, the call was picked up without any delay, and it was my wife's voice.

The man quickly asked:
"Rachel, where are you?"

The wife on the other end of the phone was a little surprised: "It's so late, he must be at home. If you hadn't called me, the children and I would have gone to bed!"

The man calmed down, took another look at the abscess on his body that was getting more and more swollen, and explained to his wife on the other end of the phone as calmly as possible: "

Rachel, listen, I used to have very severe post-war syndrome, but the symptoms were very strange. I always fantasized that there would be a war in America one day.

So, I dug another basement under our basement, which has no problem with ventilation. We stored a lot of military canned food and bottled water in it.

You take the child right now and go to the second basement, right now, right now!"

The wife was a little confused when she heard her husband say this. In fact, she knew that her husband had suffered from post-war syndrome before.

Now listening to what he said, could it be that he has relapsed?
So I asked back, “Where are you now?”

Finally, one of the boils on the man's hand expanded to its limit and burst. The man didn't feel any pain, as if the flesh under his skin had been corroded and had lost all feeling.

Even his respiratory tract seemed to be in trouble, but he still tried his best, and with his last bit of strength, he told his wife in an abnormal voice: "Listen to me, don't ask, take the children and hide in there immediately, and disguise the entrance back to its original appearance.

There is an internet-connected computer downstairs. When the time comes, you can check the news on the computer and find out what happened.

The most important thing now is to hide and wait until everything returns to calm before coming out!

New York today should have become hell..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the man no longer had the strength to hold the phone. The phone fell under the seat and the man also slipped down.

Because his airway was completely blocked, he was struggling, and the "ho ho" sounds that came out of his throat were unable to respond to the concern of his wife on the other end of the phone who could tell something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)