Java

Burning flames rose from time to time on both sides of the street, and black smoke covered most of the street.

The shouting and cursing continued, and a group of short and violent indigenous people threw torches to both sides of the street from time to time.

Turn those hard-earned shops into ashes.

And this is just a corner of the city.

More brutal killings and more brutal things are happening every day.

The foreigners living here, in addition to holding together to protect themselves, use their pitiful dignity to beg each other's forgiveness, endure the pain of their wives and children, and linger on.

Facing injustice and massacre, they have lost the courage to fight.

They are people who have lost their motherland. They are kites with broken strings, more like duckweeds, ups and downs, and at the mercy of others.

They want to resist, but are afraid of more brutal revenge.

Therefore, by enduring again and again and retreating again and again, they become synonymous with weakness and become meat on other people's chopping boards.

Therefore, cruelty is performed every day.

Of course, not everyone is willing to endure it, they have a fighting heart.

And when this resistance becomes meaningless, resistance becomes a will to die.

In the bleak clinic, weak lights shone all around, and even in the daytime, the place was still scary and cold.

This is absolutely rare in Java, which is located around the equator.

At this time, deep inside the clinic, there was an experimental bench transformed from a storage room.

An old man with gray hair was wearing a mask and carefully observing the flesh and blood in the petri dish.

He is a doctor, to be precise, a doctor who combines traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine.

In his theoretical practice for most of his life, the combination of the two medical skills made him a household name in Java.

He is also a guest of high-ranking officials and wealthy families.

However, even having good connections and abundant wealth is not immune to greed.

Two months ago, it was his birthday.

In order to prepare dinner, his wife took her two daughters, two daughters-in-law, and several lovely grandchildren on the street to do shopping.

But I don’t want disaster to happen.

When he arrived with his son and son-in-law, the scene in front of him still makes him angry when he thinks about it.

Beasts and beasts are not enough to describe the crimes of those people.

What's even more disgusting is that those people just stood next to the corpses as if nothing happened, laughing wantonly as they looked at their pain and despair.

He led his people to take revenge.

As a result, the eldest son was beaten to death, but he was rescued by his son-in-law and survived.

He went to the manager and wanted justice.

But the other party asked him to put the overall situation first and not cause trouble.

Fairness, why is it so difficult?

Only then did he realize that the two had colluded and raised the butcher's knife together.

From that moment on, his heart died.

His only purpose in living is revenge.

Take revenge on everyone here.

Zhizhi...

The sound of a mouse came from the cage, disrupting his thoughts.

The pain in his chest and ribs made him sober.

He understood that if he wanted to take revenge on these people, relying on his own strength would undoubtedly be a waste of time.

Even organizing those willing to fight doesn't help.

They have no weapons, no organization, not to mention, their hearts are not aligned.

Therefore, he chose to use a method he was familiar with.

In the culture medium in front of him was the pathogen he isolated from the last plague.

However, after some cultivation by him, the current diseased strains have mutated and become resistant to Meihua Qingrejiedu liquid.

Although it cannot be completely resisted, it can continue to spread.

After this period of experiments, it has been fully proved in vivo.

Germs are mainly spread through breathing, food, and water sources. The suitable temperature is between five and forty degrees. If it is above or below five degrees, it will be in a dormant state.

Under suitable temperatures, germs can survive for a day and have a strong ability to "rejuvenate".

After the germs enter the living body, they can lie dormant for about a week. During this time, the patient will only feel an itchy throat and constant coughing.

At this time, if you use plum blossom heat-clearing and detoxifying liquid, it will still have an inhibitory effect.

Then comes the outbreak period, which usually lasts three to five days. The symptoms are constant changes in body temperature, high and low. Over time, the patient will fall into a coma.

At this time, taking any antibiotics will not only not alleviate the condition, but will also accelerate the reproduction of germs.

This is also the drug-resistant strain he extracted after painstaking efforts and many experiments.

If he was given another month, he could develop a completely resistant strain, and by then even the Plum Blossom Clearing Heat and Detoxifying Liquid would be unable to do anything.

It's a pity that his body and his hatred have made him impatient.

He was afraid that he would fall before his plan could be implemented.

In that case, how can I go to see my wife and children in the underworld?

squeak…

The hungry mouse squeaked again.

These rats he imprisoned are an important part of the plan.

"I can't wait any longer. Come on, I'll let you have a full meal!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the old man clutched his chest, as if every word he said was heartbreaking.

After putting down the tissue fluid, the old man stood up and slowly walked to the wooden barrel beside him.

Wearing gloves, he picked up a ball of dark flesh and blood, and then threw it into the cage bit by bit.

In an instant, a group of rats scrambled for it, and the sound of squeaking continued.

The old man smiled through the mask, and then there was another cage.

Stacked one on top of another, there are about ten mice in each cage.

Not to mention, jumping around on them!

This is the devil's place.

Outside the laboratory.

At the door, two men with sad faces were sitting on the ground, one on the left and the other on the right.

The man on the left is taller and stronger, but the most depressed.

The man on the right is not tall, but he is holding a bone in his hand.

This is from his son.

Only by holding it can you feel that your son is beside you.

Only then can the raging anger be suppressed.

The tall, muscular man is holding a black and white photo in his hand.

On it is his wife, his son, and his daughter.

But now, everything is gone.

He still remembered the miserable look of his wife lying on the bed.

And his daughter is only thirteen years old!

snap…

Blood and tears flowed down at the same time.

"Why are you crying!"

The man on the left saw it and roared angrily.

The bone in the hand poked the man's chest!
To be continued...