In the back garden of the Fourth Infectious Disease Hospital in San Francisco, Alexi Lachren was wearing an epidemic prevention suit, lying on the lawn with empty eyes, staring at the sky with a little despair.

"Alex! What are you still lying there? When is this time, faster?"

It was the voice of the supervisor, with extreme dissatisfaction in his arms.

Alex frowned and forced himself to get up from the lawn. Although during the process, he felt the same pain as his chest burst, his breathing was heavy and extremely difficult.

But Alex still stood up and followed his colleagues to the morgue of the hospital. His current job is to work with his colleagues to transport the corpses here to the corpse incineration site two kilometers away for incineration.

This work is very heavy because there are too many people dying every day and all the freezers in the morgue of the Fourth Infectious Disease Hospital are stuffed.

Alex needed to follow the corpse transport truck to travel between the two places ten times, transporting no less than two hundred corpses.

However, the salary is very high, with 800 gold shields a day. Generally, Amerika's gold collar cannot get so much money, but it is equivalent to his previous salary of half a month.

In this economy, it is particularly rare that except for some closed factories in production, the service industry has almost stopped production.

But for some reason today, Alex couldn't raise any strength. After cooperating with his colleagues, he suddenly became dizzy in his mind. Then his eyes turned dark and he fell to the ground.

"Alex? Damn it, what are you doing? The body fell to the ground, and the employer will scold me miserably."

"Mr. Lachren, are you okay? He seems to be in shock, call the doctor."

"Before the doctor arrived, I thought it was time to untie his mask and let him take a breath. It's not very convenient here, should I move him out?"

Alex soon found himself relaxed a little because his gas mask was taken off. But at this moment, Alex vaguely felt his colleagues retreating in horror.

"Black spots, it's black spots, this guy has been infected with the plague!"

"When did it happen? Why didn't he check it?"

"Black Death, shit! shit! I had a dinner with him in the cafeteria the day before yesterday."

"It should be okay? I remember he was wearing half of the mask at that time, and I even laughed at him for being too careful."

At this time, a doctor had arrived and was doing examinations for him. Alex felt panic. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab something, but he couldn't move and got nothing.

At this moment, he saw a huge figure appearing in front of him, staring at him with a fatherly gaze.

The figure was corrupt all over his body, and there were even thick water in some places. But at this time, Alex did not feel disgusted, just because the appearance of this "loving father" made him full of warmth.

"No need to despair, children, you should learn to coexist with them. Life is equal and valuable-"

The sound was vague, but the pain in his body gradually disappeared, and just as Alex wanted to continue working hard and listen to the voice, a hand that was equally warm grabbed his wrist.

"Don't listen, child, that's chaos. Believing in his words can indeed save you from the plague, but it will also become a monster with pus flowing all over your body."

It was the voice of an elderly man, and it seemed to be a pastor: "I feel your despair, fear of death? No, you are not for yourself, for your family? Let me guess, you are smuggling over, there is no medical insurance, right? Are you afraid of being sent to the ward?"

Alex was slightly stunned, which gradually dissipated the huge figure in front of him.

"Child, you really should understand the government's policies, or watch TV, or you can communicate more with your colleagues. Our Destiny Church issued an announcement two months ago that during the plague, it can provide free medical care to all people without medical insurance and call on the wealthy to donate to it. Believe me, the church will reimburse your medical expenses. The only thing you have to do is to fight the plague and survive strongly-"

"He probably isn't for health insurance, Mr. Pastor."

This voice was from a colleague of Alex, but he didn't know the guy's name.

"I guess he should be afraid of being deported, and his family should be in trouble. I noticed that when he eats in the cafeteria every day, he packs half of it home."

"Then you don't have to worry, kid."

The pastor laughed: "So you really should read the news. Just two days ago, Speaker Dwight Payton, proposed a bill. Since the bill was passed, all illegal immigrants who recovered from the disease can get five years of temporary residence authority in Ameriga. After it was passed, all illegal immigrants who abide by the sanitation regulations and can report to the doctor in time after the infection can also obtain this right. Mr. Payton is a friend who dominates the mortal age, and the possibility of his bill passing is as high as 100%. I have to say that although you are selfish, you are a lucky guy."

Alex was already excited when he heard it, and the despair that had originally permeated the heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Although he is just a smuggling immigrant who doesn't care about current affairs, he also knows what kind of person the current Speaker of the Federal House Dwight Payton is.

He believed that this must be the will of the Lord of Destiny. Alex had heard of the great god, who often used this hand to pass some proposals that would benefit the masses.

"Now, tell your family and their address. They may be infected, so sir, you are really a selfish person-"

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"So far, there are 467 variant genes that we have monitored."

Just when the dark world and the Middle East were in full swing against the blood feast demon insects, and the mortal world in the bright world was in dire straits due to the large-scale infection of the plague.

On the 28th floor of the Magic Tower of the Land of Destiny, the atmosphere here is also heavy.

"We monitor these mutated viruses, which usually change due to violent fluctuations in the original host's mood. The more desperate they are, the higher the chances of these viruses mutate. That is obviously the power of Nurgle, which is using people's emotions to change the structure of the virus."

"Luckily, these surviving mutant plague bacteria have not undergone fundamental changes. They are still a group and are within the target range of the vaccines we have developed."

Athena rubbed her eyebrows and said, "But our luck isn't always so good, right?"

She knew that the simplest member of the virus, the simplest member of the life form, had mostly concentrated on the nucleic acid chain, so it was extremely unstable. As long as any change in this nucleic acid chain would affect the characteristics of their offspring.

Therefore, the genome of a virus is not unchanged during its proliferation process, but it automatically changes at all times.

In a virus infection, a virion will proliferate millions of times, and the chance of mutations is too high.

Although most of the mutations may cause the death of the virus, a few of them survive will cause changes in the virus group.

The power of Nurg is obviously causing this change and changing in a worse direction.

"Luck--"

Li Mochen glanced at Athena and then smiled bitterly in his heart.

In fact, if it weren't for his wishing technique to stop it, his "Shenxiao Lingyun Purple Gold Tower" would have suppressed it. This mutation would have happened long ago.

Now the merit energy on the tower is being consumed violently every moment, and there is a tendency to be unable to keep up.

"We still have to rely on our priests." Prometheus sighed: "It is best to avoid the patient's despair in the period before death. Of course, the policy should also be kept up. According to the results of my incarnation visiting the mortal world, most of them are not really afraid of death, but are caused by other reasons."

"But now, except for the doctor, His Majesty's pastor is the hardest-working group. After the outbreak, most of them have not had a good rest. Because they have more contact with patients, the chance of infection is also very high, which is very dangerous."

Bismarck smiled bitterly: "It is not a solution to continue like this. I suggest using sedatives before the patient dies, which can effectively soothe their emotions."

"This is a method, but it is inhumane, and it can also cause controversy and dissatisfaction, and may even lead to larger-scale panic."

Athena shook her head: "You must not use this method unless you have to. However, I have recently had a thought, with the help of Lucifer and the power of the Hell Demon God. I and the hindsight God can also provide some help."

Li Mochen immediately raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

He probably knew what help Athena and Epimethus could provide, and the goddess of wisdom and the god of hindsight could make people slow thinking and become stupid. After a person became stupid, he could not think about anything.

The several demons led by Lucifer also have similar functions.

For example, the Lord of Sloth, Belier, this person can make people lazy, too lazy to think; the arrogant Lucifer can make people proud, they will think what the plague virus is, that is scum, let's continue to HAPPY, and hold a party? The overeating Bezebub can make people hungry, so hungry that they can't think normally, etc.-

“If you agree, I will do my best.”

Athena looked cold and solemn: "No matter what, we have to wait until the development of special medicines is completed."

Compared with vaccines with very variables, she is more looking forward to special drugs. The virus can mutate, but as long as it is still plague bacillus, its damage mechanism and toxicity to the human body will be difficult to undergo fundamental changes.

"Then I'll leave this to you." Li Mochen did not hesitate: "I will ask Isis to cooperate with you and give you the greatest convenience."

Although Athena's strategy is not so open and unethical, it is also unethical. However, the effect should be very good and the consequences are small.

The current situation is also a last resort. In order to prevent greater disasters from coming, they must prevent the power of the four gods of Chaos from continuing to grow in this world.

Li Mochen has even prepared to use any means to control the situation when the situation continues to deteriorate.

However, the situation is still good now. Their vaccine has special drugs, and there is still a high chance that it will be successfully developed before the virus mutation.

"There is another problem now. In the dark world, the epidemic spreads a bit fast."

Prometheus said the new situation: "The environment there is more suitable for the breeding of viruses, so the current infection rate is already very high. Fortunately, people entering the dark world generally have strong physical and resistance, and their psychological qualities are also very good. The current people's hearts are still stable."

"Then I don't care for the time being, but I have to pay attention to strengthening the medical power over there."

Li Mochen knew that if the mortality rate was too high, even a well-trained army would collapse: "There are also epidemic prevention on various starships. This will be our core force in the future, and there must be no problems. As long as you can survive this period of time-"

Li Mochen looked at his assistant, Alissa Targaryen: "Tell me the progress of our life defense plan!"

“This plan has made great progress.”

At this time, Alisa not only actually served as the "Centerant" of the Kingdom of Destiny, but also mastered and coordinated the military production of the Kingdom of Destiny.

"The colony coats in Plan A have been designed, and they can defend against viruses by just implanting them into the human body. However, our biological scientists do not agree with the large-scale popularization, because nergrain has increasingly interfered with various organisms. Our colony coats designed for ordinary people have relatively weak self-discipline systems due to cost considerations. Once they change under the influence of nergrain, it is likely to lead to a biochemical disaster."

"Then there is a protective clothing made in Plan B, led by Light and Magic Industry, mainly made of high-strength carbon fiber, combined with ceramics and high-strength alloys. It can ensure the comfort and cleanliness of the human body on the basis of isolating more than 99% of pathogens, and allow ordinary people to have a certain degree of defense and combat effectiveness. At present, Light and Magic Industry has designed three versions, and the performance is very good."

After Alisa said this, she spread her hands: "But even the cheapest version with extremely weak defense capabilities is more than 43,000 gold shields. However, His Highness Anthony believes that the cost can be greatly reduced again on the basis of the current situation. He is personally presiding on this plan, which is expected to be reduced to 17,000 gold shields."

This so-called life defense plan is actually a way to completely isolate people from the outside world and completely cut off the pollution of nermog power.

"Ten to seventeen thousand gold shields, considering that daily replacement and maintenance are required, there must be at least three sets per person-"

Bismarck couldn't help but rub his forehead: "Only a part of the bright world can bear it in the current bright world, right? The world's nearly 120 billion people are invested by the investment of 600 g of gold shields."

"But this is the most feasible at the moment. If you can really defend against Nurg, then six gigabits are not unacceptable."

Diana smiled: "And Your Highness Bismarck, you did not consider the future inflation. You expect the industrial capacity of the bright world to explode and the wealth of the people will also increase greatly in the future. This is good news, at least you can guarantee the bottom."

"The problem is time." Garcia Ferren, the god of strategy, frowned: "How long does it take to produce 360 ​​billion protective suits? One hundred years or two hundred years?"

He knew that the production conditions of this high-strength carbon fiber were extremely harsh, and at present, the Destiny Alliance, regardless of the warship armor, was a major consumable for high-strength carbon fiber.

"This is actually secondary, Garcia. The key is people's hearts. As long as the product comes out, it can effectively reduce people's anxiety."

Prometheus smiled: "If it really doesn't work, there are currently medical protective clothing, and the cheapest one is only the twelve gold shields. Of course, it cannot make people work, live, and fight without barriers, and it is also very uncomfortable, but as long as it is slightly improved, there will be some security guarantees."

"Forget it for medical protective clothing."
To be continued...