Twenty-four hours later.

The broken blocks and the yellow dust were everywhere, like a covered rolling curtain sweeping along all the streets and alleys. Bunches of paper flew in the wind, flying from the holes in the building and the broken windows like pieces of paper inside and outside, which were green banknotes.

The vehicles blocked all blocks, but they were different from the traffic jams on weekdays. The scene now looked more spectacular. Cars fell to the ground with four wheels, and the worse fuel tanks were even dripping oil outwards. The armored car overturned sideways, pressing the roof of a red sports car deeply, and the newly printed banknotes in the cargo box flew all over the street.

This is New York.

Yes, this city full of dust and as quiet as a ghost city is the international bustling metropolis of New York. The border was pulled up with a net-shaped wall, and a sign with the words "Infectious Area" was pasted. The following words were used to warn that only authorized personnel, the Centers for Disease Control and Control and the federal government had the right to enter.

In just twenty-four hours, New York almost turned into hell.

Well, not everyone is gone.

A pair of sneakers walked on the carpet made of banknotes and came to the street. The man wearing a cheap sportswear and a hoodie and pale face like an albino patient bent down, dragged a large sack, grabbed a large handful of banknotes from the ground and stuffed them into the bag.

"It's time for us to leave."

Another man walked behind him, and he was carrying a large sack full of money.

"Wait, there are a lot more here." The man stubbornly continued to put tickets into his sack.

"So what?" said his companion wearing a blue baseball cap. "The whole city's bank is destroyed."

"Just take a little more, before we...ahem...lead...get this city."

The man said, coughing violently twice, spitting out a mouthful of yellowed thick phlegm. Obviously, his physical condition was not very good.

"We have enough," said his companion. "The others have left long ago, and we should leave quickly. We have to..."

"Bang!"

It was the sound of metal combat boots falling onto the roof of a car, and suddenly slashing it. The Alpha-type Amozhuo armor landed in front of several people, and the steel body released a powerful pressure.

"Put down the money." Eric glanced at the people through the monitor and said coldly, "I just passed by and didn't want to make things difficult, so I suggest you better surrender and save you and me some time."

"A superhero? I thought they were all finished!" The hooded man raised his hand obediently, "Hey, man, this money just fell from the sky, we did nothing."

"You have been exposed to a virus called "Amozhuo", and your carotid artery has become inflamed." Eric gritted his teeth gently, "You are very sick now, and part of it is my fault, so... I just want to help you."

"Sick?" Blue Hat laughed, and a blazing flame seemed to ignite in her eyes, "I think it's so good!"

Eric's pupils contracted rapidly. Through the monitor, he clearly saw that the skin on the man's face was quickly cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, as shocking as scars cut by a knife. The man opened his mouth, and burning flames spewed out of his eyes and mouth and nose, like an angry hellhound in myth.

The flames instantly swallowed the Alpha armor, and even the outline was hidden in it bit by bit, as if it was chewed and digested by a demon.

Very hot flames, but Eric has experienced much worse.

The black armor broke out from the fire curtain, and the armor was burned slightly red. He punched the man on the cheek, and the latter flew over and broke the half-open door of a car behind him, and his head hit a "bang" and lost consciousness.

It seems that he has just gained the ability to set fire, but his physical fitness is still just a mortal.

The man in the hood looked at his limit, his pale forehead was covered with sweat, and his legs were trembling, as if it was very difficult to stand just.

"Don't..." He spoke with great difficulty, "Don't...get close to me..."

Eric took a step closer and reached out and said, "Calm down, sir, I'm trying to help you. You don't have much time left, and if you continue like this, you will..."

Before he finished speaking, this guy burst out. He screamed "ah" and his skin seemed to have formed ice crystals in an instant, making Eric unable to help but think of the Iceman in "X-Men".

No, it was not just this guy's own body, but the ice crystals extended from under the man's trouser legs, covering the ground, revealing a biting chill. Eric's pupils closed, and there was almost no time to react. The instantaneously reduced temperature formed ice crystals on the armor shell, like a crystal clear shell that tightly locked him inside.

I was a little careless. I thought the superpowers obtained by these infected people were very average, but I didn't expect this guy to cause such a low temperature in an instant.

The armor was temporarily frozen, like a street ice sculpture. The core was running rapidly, the power of the limbs was fully powered, and the cracks climbed up the ice crystals bit by bit, like an iceberg cracking.

"Click!"

The ice sculptures were shattered, the Alpha armor broke through the ice, and the slag splashed all over the ground.

But this man couldn't hold on.

The man in the hood cried out, knelt down on the ground with a "thump" and opened his mouth, vomiting a large ball of black vomit. He screamed in a "ah" and his whole body twitched uncontrollably like an epilepsy patient. His seven orifices all showed dark green light, just like a flash bomb exploded in his skull cavity.

Eric subconsciously raised his hand to block in front of him, and the shock wave exploded with the man as the center, and the banknotes flew with the whirlwind like snowflakes.

Two seconds later, the light dissipated and the man stopped twitching.

Eric sighed softly.

He died, just like most infected people.

Twenty-four hours ago, the guy suspected of Padric Charlotte used a gas generator to drop a virus called "Amodrama" into the city. The Avengers at the scene did their best to evacuate the nearby people, but became the first batch of infected people in the virus.

Captain America, Hulk and Ant-Man were paralyzed on the spot after they came into contact with the virus. It seemed that once the virus touched the superpower, this reaction would occur. Among the Avengers, the only Thor, who had the body of gods and the Iron Man protected by armor, were protected from such a fate. Raven might have also been exposed to the virus, but Eric, who was right beside her, activated the green light mode in time to activate the protective shield to protect her from being exposed to the virus.

And when the virus acts on the first non-superpower, it undergoes unknown mutations.

Infected ordinary people will experience flu-like discomfort symptoms in the first stage of infection. Then they will enter the second stage, and the Asmora virus will give the infected person some uncertain superpowers.

Then, in the final stage, the infected person's blood will gradually become as black as ink within 24 hours, his heart explodes, his brain boils... and dies in pain.

So, now twenty-four hours later - full quarantine.
Chapter completed!