Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

The matter of the Umbrella company is just a microcosm of this world. It suddenly encountered a sudden bacterial infection, and such large-scale and large-scale outbreaks occurred all over the world during this period of time.

Various government departments urgently issued instructions, requiring each department to assign a disease control center to do a good job in epidemic prevention.

The number of infected people in one city in the United States of America alone has exceeded 10,000, and the number of people in temporary isolation has directly reached as many as 40,000.

In just a few days, the number of outbreaks increased rapidly, and even if the Center for Disease Control was operating at full capacity, it began to be unable to do what it wanted.

With the cooperation of relevant departments and the police, the situation was barely controlled, otherwise the house would be collapsed just by the number of people quarantined.

Not only that, even so, a large number of people still fled the city to a safer, infection-free area.

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Eddie United States, Yalar City, at 13:00 p.m.

The golden sun hangs high in the sky, scorching the earth with scorching sun.

The temperature is now 35 degrees Celsius, and the world is like a furnace.

This high-temperature feast starts at ten o'clock in the morning and will last until the evening.

People in the city walk in the shadow of street buildings to avoid direct sunlight, but they still cannot escape the hot weather.

"too hot……"

In front of the presidential residence, a guard wearing sunglasses couldn't help looking up at the scorching sun.

"Chi Chi..."

Seven black cars stopped in front of the presidential mansion in the capital of the United States of America, and a dozen bodyguards in black uniforms filed down, surrounded by several doctors, and stepped into the presidential mansion.

As soon as he stepped into it, several reception staff greeted him, followed by two security personnel from the Secret Service.

"Dr. Carly, Dr. Cooper, Mr. President is already waiting for you inside."

Under the escort of Secret Service security personnel, a group of people

Straight into an oval office, an old man with gray hair was sitting on the presidential office chair.

He was frowning and reading a document, without even noticing that a group of people entered the office.

At this moment, the president is not alone in the office of the president. In addition to the security personnel of the Secret Service, there are also senior executives such as the Secretary of State, the Vice President, the Secretary of Homeland Security, and the Director of the Secret Service.

A security guard came to him, bent over and whispered something in his ear, before Caldwell looked up and saw a group of people standing in the office.

"Welcome the two doctors, please sit down."

"Mr. President, hello."

The president got up and went to the sofa to sit down, and at the same time stretched out his hand to signal the two to sit down, exchanged a few words, and began to enter the theme.

"About this sudden outbreak, do the two doctors have anything to say?"

"Mr. President, regarding the DCM-1 bacteria designed in this outbreak, in fact, as early as half a month ago, relevant departments had notified them."

"But I am sorry that our government did not pay attention to it."

"You don't have to apologize, it's our fault."

"I read the document report you sent, the incubation period of DCM-1 has passed, and now it has entered the period of major outbreak?"

Caldwell put the document report in his hand on the table and said in a serious tone.

"Yes, Mr. President."

"But in reality, the situation was even worse than expected."

Dr. Carly pulled out a tablet, marked a large number of red areas on the map, and handed it to the President so that he could see the schematic diagram on it.

"This is the statistical data as of 12 o'clock this morning. The epidemic has spread almost all over the west coast and the north coast. Except for some areas on the south coast, the epidemic has occurred in major cities across the country."

"Mr. President, the current outbreak is not at its peak. According to the experimental data of the Center for Disease Control, the incubation period of DCM-1 is at least ten days."

"That is to say..."

President Caldwell covered his forehead and said with a headache.

"That said, we have to prepare for the worst and be ready for something even worse than what we're seeing now."

Dr. Carly and Dr. Cooper were silent, and after a while, Dr. Cooper answered.

"Twenty-four hours later, there are likely to be millions of infected people across the country."

"Mr. President, please get ready."

As soon as these words came out, all the people in the president's office looked down, and President Caldwell took a deep breath and asked.

"So what do we currently have to treat this virus?"

"Unfortunately, this DCM-1 is resistant to almost all antibiotics, and we currently have no way to treat patients."

Both Dr. Cooper and Dr. Carly are bitter, but it's true.

"That is to say, you have nothing to do?"

The vice president sat on the sofa, frowned and looked at the two doctors, said.

"That's it for now."

Dr. Cooper fell silent, the president and the vice president stopped asking questions, and there was an eerie silence in the office.

"You two doctors, you have worked hard, you go back first."

Mr. President got up and said, the two doctors also got up, took a deep look at Mr. President, turned around and followed the security personnel to leave the President's Office.

At 15:00 in the afternoon, the Presidential Residence, the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

"The speed at which the virus spreads is 24 hours, 36 hours, 48 ​​hours, and measures must be taken quickly and decisively."

A gray-haired man in military uniform stood in front of the screen of the projector, explaining to the ever-changing images.

The participants in the conference room looked at the map that was constantly stained red, chatted left and right, and whispered.

"Okay, please be quiet!"

President Caldwell patted the table in the conference room, and the conference room fell silent.

"General Dick."

Caldwell leaned back on the chair, looked at the old man in military uniform who was sitting third on the right seat and explained the virus and the epidemic to everyone, and said with a half-smile.

"I know that you used incendiary bombs to blow up the Zaire Valley camp some time ago. You used this kind of bomb, which is second only to the atomic bomb, to kill 1012 soldiers of the United States of America."

"This kind of bomb can burn a large amount of oxygen after it explodes, killing all men, women, old and children within a radius of 1.5 kilometers and all the viruses in the air."

"It's completely clean, the incident subsides, and the crisis is resolved."

At this point, the President stood up, and he seemed to be very hot and took off his coat, looking displeased.

He took out a copy of the Constitution of the United States of America from his trouser pocket, and threw it in front of General Dick with a "slap", with an angry expression on his face.

"this……!"

"I read the Constitution of the United States of America from the beginning to the end. It doesn't say that 1012 soldiers who fought for the country can be burned with bombs!"

"But there are a few places where it is mentioned that citizens must not be deprived of life and property without just cause!"

"Now!"

President Caldwell got up and walked slowly around the office, came behind General Dick, paused for a second, then walked away, turned around, returned to his position, and stood up.

"First!"

"I want you to support me unreservedly! And you must support me publicly!"

"I step down, you step down together!"

"second!"

"Find a large number of authoritative experts with rich experience and tell journalists that this is the only option!"

"Government personnel are not allowed to disclose any relevant information to news newspapers and radio stations! Any objection!"

"Anyone here who disagrees, I'll ask him to read something!"

Mr. President picked up a pile of photos from his seat, and threw them in the center of the conference table with a "crash", and the pile of photos immediately spread out, allowing the rest of the people to see the contents of the photos.

All are photos of people infected with bacterial viruses. The people in the photos include old people, children, women, and middle-aged men, with disastrous faces, vomiting, bleeding, incontinence, etc., which are horrible.

"This is the citizenship of our country!"

"Look carefully, this is not a statistical table!"

Mr. President suddenly raised his index finger with his right hand and pointed at the photo on the desktop, gritting his teeth.

"It's real, our citizens!"

"I hope you are deeply imprinted in your mind!"

"Until death!"

After a long time, the president's roaring speech ended, the office passed a meeting, and President Caldwell made arrangements.

First, integrate information and set up an emergency epidemic response team, which is directed by the president himself and reports all situations directly to him at any time.

Second, immediately raise the security level to the sixth level, the highest level, and notify the rest of the countries to issue warnings.

Third, notify Congress, activate the emergency bill, and at the same time mobilize the National Guard to cooperate with the Centers for Disease Control to implement mandatory isolation measures.

Fourth, prepare a press release, where President Caldwell addresses and informs citizens across the country.

The usually bloated government agency of the United States of America, at this time, burst out with strong action and execution capabilities, striving to carry out emergency plans in the shortest possible time.

Just an hour after the order was issued, residents of various cities in the United States of America found that all the local police were dispatched to persuade pedestrians who were still wandering on the street to go home.

Not only that, in addition to the police, they also found that a large number of army soldiers poured into the city to enforce martial law.

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Yalar City, eight o'clock in the evening.

On the cold and quiet streets at night, there are police and army soldiers everywhere, armed with rifles and stun guns, patrolling the streets.

"Woo~"

Under the street lamp at the corner of the street, a stray dog ​​appeared, exhaled white gas, and looked at the human figures walking around, whimpering softly, with fear in his eyes.

But hunger drove its body, and the stray dog ​​walked slowly, step by step, to a dustbin with plenty of food, rummaging for things that could fill its stomach.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the stray dog ​​who was eating was shaken all over. He raised his head to listen, and followed the sound to the end of the street. Three black multifunctional SUVs appeared on the street.

"Wow woof..."

The stray dog ​​roared twice, and three black SUVs sped past it with a "swish".

"Woooo..."

The stray dog ​​was frightened for an instant and shivered all over, and retreated to the back of the trash can in fear, looking at the black monster galloping away, trembling.

The three black SUVs drove along the highway, and the surrounding police and soldiers did not stop them, but let them pass all the way.

Ten minutes later, three black SUVs drove outside the presidential residence and stopped in front of a white building.

A group of security personnel in suits got out of the car, and then two men in suits jumped out of the car. After being searched by the Secret Service security team, they entered the presidential residence.

"Mr. President, people from Umbrella Company are here."

The Secret Service chief came to his office and whispered a report to Caldwell.

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Pegrosse, Patyrus municipality.

Patyrus City, which is still immersed in the hot weather, is much quieter than before. The number of people and vehicles flowing on the streets is only one-tenth of the original, and most of them come out to purchase daily necessities.

The infection that DCM-1 can cause in the hot summer is beyond people's imagination, causing a large number of people to be infected even in a sparsely populated place like Pegrosé, causing panic.

Shopping malls, schools, companies and other public places were all closed at the same time. Parents took their children home in fear, and the housekeepers only dared to contact them by phone. Even if someone wanted to approach their home, they would raise their guns to warn them.

The police could only patrol the streets wearing masks, and the sound of ambulances whizzed by from time to time.

"Boss, it seems that the governments of various countries have not announced the news that the new antibiotics can treat DCM-1."

Kim Bradley and Illumi sat in the car, the black car moved slowly, observing the silent city.

"Do you think it's appropriate to announce it now?"

Illumi didn't answer his question, but asked back.

"According to Riley's calculations, the number of infections worldwide will reach tens of millions in a week's time."

Kim Bradley said that Riley Gates estimated that 10 million is a very small number for a population of billions.

But in fact, this is just one batch of infected people, and even one batch can reach tens of millions. If the time is prolonged, the number of infected people will exceed people's imagination.

Even a country like Pegrosse has more than 100,000 infections, and it will reach more than 500,000 infections in a week.

And when the number of infections reaches 500,000, it will plummet.

But the current situation has plunged the world into panic. This kind of incurable bacteria has the most terrifying blow to human beings' spirits. The large-scale gathering of death cases will naturally cause a group effect.

"Our production is not enough. Contact the governments of various countries and we will announce it in a week."

Illumi said, and Kim Bradley nodded when he heard that, a week is almost the same, too long or too short is not appropriate.

"Time is too short for our interests to be fully exploited."

"If it is too long, we will not be able to respond and explain it. Only when the incident is fully fermented, the world will truly recognize the effect of umbrella-a."

When the two talked, they didn't take human lives seriously at all, because as a result of their doing so, during this period, tens of thousands of people would die.

Yilumi itself is not a good person. From the perspective of a capitalist, conscience does not benefit him at all. As long as there are benefits and money, no matter how many people die, he will not win sympathy.

Of course, if you compare Illumi with the capital tycoons on Wall Street in your previous life, there will be a burst of ridicule.

Millions of people? Tens of millions of people? At least tens of millions of people have to die, and their drug prices should be raised and raised again. Doing so will maximize the benefits.