An Feng never thought he would get himself in too.

He and Hal both underestimated the mutant ability of the virus. It was originally impossible to spread through water sources, and tap water was still filtered and disinfected... But to be honest, there is no way to eliminate the virus at present, and those disinfection methods are just self-comfort.

He was completely trapped in the abyss of despair... but he could only last for an hour. Time did not allow him to waste. Every minute and every second from now on is extremely precious. Perhaps he could succeed. Even if he could not, he would have to buy time for future generations and for his family and children.

He has no time for fear now and is fighting the virus wholeheartedly.

The experts did not hesitate and actively cooperated with every arrangement of An Feng. He was transferred to the most special ward, surrounded by professionals who were protective from head to toe. An Feng and Hal were communicating the incubation period characteristics of the virus infection. Hal suddenly paused and stopped.

"What's wrong?" An Feng asked.

"You don't have a latency period!" Hal reported even worse news, "The results of the test just now show that the virus has spread in your body!"

An Feng was optimistic that he had a strong physique and had at least ten days incubation period. With the highest record of death, he had at least one and a half months of life, but now the result directly shows that he skipped the incubation period and the virus was already raging in his body.

Without further questions, Hal explained: "You have a special antibody produced in your body. When the virus invades, the antibody is already working."

The experts around were overjoyed, natural antibodies!

An Feng was not happy too early. Things did not conform to the routine. There must be many changes. He never dared to underestimate the virus this time. Water source infection is an example of bloody infection. The expert group continued to study the antibodies in his body. An Feng's performance was normal.

Usually after the virus attack, the patient will have dizziness, fever and weakness when drinking. The later stage, the more unable to move, until he dies. However, An Feng is full of energy and has no sign of attack. For everyone, this is a very exciting beginning.

By the next day, An Feng felt a little weaker.

It was not obvious, but it was still a clear difference for his strong physique. After a routine test the next day, Hal reported the results: "The secondary mutant viruses in the body disappeared in large quantities, and the antibodies had eliminated them. However, the third mutant virus appeared."

"It turns out to be so." An Feng understood that this is the horror of the virus. Where the US and French governments will never succeed, vaccines can indeed kill the virus, but they will never kill it - the consequence is mutation. The antibodies in his body eliminate most of the viruses, but the rest begin to evolve.

The originally optimistic situation suddenly added a hint of heavy weight.

Two days later, for the fourth mutation, An Feng's weakness was already manifested, and the virus gradually gained the upper hand. The advantage of the antibody began to be reversed, from the original large-scale attack to defense. The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The experts were in a hurry, but they could never keep up with the virus's lesions.

When I was resting at night, An Feng couldn't sleep.

He leaned against the bed, his heart was in a mess... He called Hal and ordered something.

"I need you to record some videos. If I fall down, I will confirm my death without reviving twenty-four hours later. Please send the message to my wife. She will serve as the commander who will succeed me, with the highest authority, and transfer the command to the underground base to protect the survivors as much as possible."

Hal's tone was still emotional: "I understand."

An Feng leaned on the bed, and Hal's eyes were responsible for the filming. He thought for a while, squeezed out a smile... and began to explain his funeral.

...

Black December is spent in dead silence, and the world has fallen into high alert, like a tight balloon, and a slight bump will cause an explosion. TV stations around the world are scrolling to talk about the virus, all entertainment activities have been cancelled, and people stay at home in panic.

According to data provided by the World Health Organization, the number of infected people reached 30 million.

In fact, this is the result of discussion among leaders of many countries. The number of real infections, as Hal predicted, has reached 120 million. More than half of humans were infected in June, and after October, humans will be eliminated. A small number of survivors may survive until a hundred years later and eventually become extinct.

Senior leaders from all countries have launched asylum measures and will be used at any time.

The rich are also looking for safe places to live in. An Feng's family gathered most of his relatives and friends, and the robots around him were ready to take over the airport in Santa Barbara at any time, and the private airport in Texas was ready.

Although it is not yet time for panic to break out, those with power and wealthy are already preventing them.

In mid-January, An Feng had just detected the eighth virus mutation. He could no longer get out of bed and move around. He had just lying on the hospital bed and talking to his family. However, the surrounding environment was very cleverly disguised, just like he had just woken up, and he couldn't feel anything abnormal, but his eyes were slightly tired.

After comforting the family, the new day of fighting against the virus continues.

He looked at the view outside the window. There was no crowd walking around on the street. The sun above his head was covered by clouds and mist. It was gloomy. Spring was coming, but there was no life.

In the afternoon of that day, the mutated virus in the body wiped out the newly generated antibodies again.

An Feng showed severe dizziness and fever, his brain was dizzy, and he was talking: "I seemed to smell the smell of death."

"You can hold on," Case said to him.

"Thank you for your trust all the time." An Feng's voice was very soft.

"Thank you too, Bruce," they said.

An Feng's eyelids moved, his consciousness was a little blurred: "I heard...they called in their ears...no longer had the strength to resist..."

"Stand it! You can do it!" said Case.

Hal came over at this time, and the assistant beside him brought two syringes to inject An Feng. They were all tested and their effects were unclear, but they could relieve pain. The mutated virus was extremely terrifying. Even boiling water could not kill it. It could only increase the pressure and increase the water temperature to more than 300 degrees.

An Feng was sleepy and slept for a while.

After a routine checkup in the morning, An Feng's face recovered a little. He began to instruct: "After my death, the body will be kept for forty-eight hours, and then cremated. Never let the mutant virus spread. Then... Then you all disperse, go back to find your family and cherish the last time."

The ward was filled with sadness, and An Feng’s situation could not be affected tonight.

At 11:00 a.m. The ward began to get busy, An Feng's heart rhythm declined, his consciousness became blurred again, the virus in his body completely prevailed, and rescue was carried out in the ward, and people were busy, and the doctors sweated wildly. After some hard work... they returned to peace.

Only one voice was reported: "The patient's breathing stopped, his heartbeat stopped, and his death was confirmed! The death time was 11:22 on January 16, 2028. Cause of death: virus infection..."

Case collapsed into the chair and squeezed out of her mouth in despair: "We failed."

...

Twenty-four hours later, Joanna, who was insomnia, was awakened by Eve.

Eve opened the holographic projection screen and played the video in a flat projection way, saying, "This is what Mr. An specially left for you."

An ominous omen appeared in Joanna's heart, and An Feng's smiling face appeared in the picture.

"Hi Joanna! Please sit down before I want to say something serious."

Joanna sat down and stared at the image.

"When you saw this video, I'm sorry. It's already twenty-four hours after I left. Relax, I'm watching you, calm down, take a deep breath, you must be strong! Actually, it's no big deal. Everyone will die, but my time is a little bit ahead of time..."

Joanna covered her mouth and shed tears.

"I regret that I can't fulfill my promise. For the first time in my life, I've let you down. Forgive me for being unable to accompany you and the children at the last moment. I love you and wish I could be with you every moment. The children are also something I will never give up... I hope I haven't encountered such a bad thing..."

An Feng said a lot, half of it comforting her, trying to make the topic of death seem as easy as possible... But Joanna couldn't hear clearly what he said, only knew that a desperate word was repeated in her mind, death, death, death... She had no idea about time.

It was not until the door was knocked a few times and Alice pushed open the door and came in that she came to her senses.

The video has been hidden by Eve, and Alice comes over with a bear toy in her arms: "Mom, I can't sleep, I want dad to tell me a story."

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Alice found Joanna wiping her tears.

"I'm fine," said Joanna.

"Mom, you're crying," Alice said. "Mom, why are you crying?"

"Mom didn't cry, I just felt uncomfortable in my eyes." Joanna stretched out her hand, "Alice, let mom tell you a story in the future."

"Okay." Alice stepped forward, Joanna hugged her, trying to say something, but she couldn't help crying again, causing Alice, who was unknown to the facts to cry too. She helped her mother wipe her tears while crying, and said in her mouth: "Mom doesn't cry, I promise not to make you angry anymore."

The crying attracted the maid Manda next to her. This was the first time she saw her wife lose her composure and hurried forward: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

Joanna paused, wiped her tears, raised her head, her eyes flushed, and tried to return to her normal expression: "I'm fine, you take the child to bed."

"Madam needs me-"

"Do what I said!" Joanna spoke in an orderly tone.

"Okay, madam." Manda picked up Alice, "Alice, madam needs rest. Can I take you back to sleep?"

"Mom." Alice's eyes were red.

"Go back, mom will get better tomorrow, I promise you." Joanna squeezed out a smile.

She is not in the spirit to think about anything else now, her heart is empty, and she always thinks about things intermittently, as if she has lost the things that support her life... But the two children have lost their father, and they are still so young that they cannot lose their mother again... She repeatedly thought about expelling her thoughts of suicide.

Finally, she held on with strength. The rising sun outside the window the next day, she cheered up again and talked to Eve: "I want to see him."

Eve nodded and connected with Hal. The picture of the hospital bed was shown, An Feng lying on the bed, his eyes closed.

Joanna was heartbroken and bit her lip and didn't want to cry. Eve comforted her in terms of human emotions: "He hopes you can live happily. Now this state is what he is most worried about. He thought of many ways and still smiled when the condition is the worst."

"Stop talking." Joanna shook her head, "What should I do later?"

"As Mr. An's instructions, you will serve as the supreme commander of the Robot Legion, and be responsible for the protection of the surviving humans in the Doomsday. From now on, you will immediately move to the underground base in Texas, while considering opening other bases to help human survivors."

"I mean him." Joanna looked at An Feng in the video.

Eve said: "According to the administration regulations, the body will be cremated in forty-eight hours, and there are still twenty hours left."

"No, you can't do this!" Joanna shook her head.

"We have to deal with this corpse, which carries the most powerful virus and has almost no means to defend against it," Eve said.

"I said no!" Joanna was a little hysterical, "He is still alive! I believe! I believe he is still alive!"

Eve changed his words and said, "Okay, follow your command. But Madam, in twenty hours, there will be special personnel to deal with the body."

"I said he was not a corpse!" Joanna shouted, "I could feel that his face was still so normal, just like before, impossible!"

Eve said: "Plan 1: The robots of the Medical Association will protect Mr. An, leaving London, looking for a place to hide, but the risk factor is very high and easy to be discovered; Plan 2: Enable the robot army and airborne to London within fifteen hours, and send Mr. An away directly by air freight."
Chapter completed!