MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 428 life hanging by a thread

  Chapter 428 Life hangs by a thread

  An Feng never thought that he would be included in it.

Both he and Hal underestimated the ability of the virus to mutate. It was impossible to spread through water sources, and the tap water was still filtered and disinfected... But to be honest, there is currently no way to eliminate the virus. I am afraid that those disinfection methods are just self comfort.

  He fell into the abyss of complete despair... but only for an hour. Time is not allowed for him to waste, every minute and every second from now on is extremely precious, maybe he can succeed, even if he can't, he still wants to buy time for future generations, for his family and children.

   Now he doesn't even have time to be afraid, and he is focused on fighting the virus.

The experts did not hesitate, and actively cooperated with An Feng's every arrangement. He was transferred to the most special ward, surrounded by professionals who were protected from head to toe. An Feng and Hal were exchanging information about the incubation period of the virus. Features, Hal suddenly paused, and stopped speaking.

   "What's wrong?" An Feng asked.

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

   A blow to the head! An Feng optimistically believes that he has a strong physique, and the incubation period is at least ten days. In addition to the highest record from seizure to death, he has at least one and a half months to live, but now the results directly show that he skipped the incubation period, and the virus has already raged in his body .

   No need to ask, Hal explained: "You have produced a special antibody in your body. When the virus invades, the antibody is already working."

  Experts around are overjoyed, natural antibodies!

  An Feng was not happy too early, things were not in line with the routine, and there must be many changes. He never dared to underestimate the virus this time. Water source infection is a **** example. Focusing on the antibodies in his body, the expert team continued to study. An Feng's behavior was normal.

  Usually after the onset of the virus, the patient will experience dizziness, fever, and general weakness after drinking alcohol. The more advanced the disease, the less able to move until death. However, An Feng is full of energy and has no symptoms of attack at all. It's a very exciting start for all of us.

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

  Not obvious, but still a noticeable difference for his bull-like physique. After the routine test the next day, Hal reported the results: "The second mutated virus in the body has disappeared in large numbers, and the antibodies have eliminated them. However, the third mutated virus appeared again."

   "Sure enough." An Feng understood. This is the horror of the virus. The US and French governments will never succeed. Vaccines can indeed kill the virus, but they can't kill it all—the consequence is mutation. Antibodies in his body wiped out most of the virus, but the rest began to evolve.

  The originally optimistic situation suddenly added a touch of heaviness.

  Two days later, the fourth mutation, An Feng's weakness has been shown, the virus gradually gained the upper hand, the advantage of antibodies began to be reversed, the original large-scale attack turned to defense, and the situation took a turn for the worse. The experts are battered, but they can never keep up with the speed of the virus.

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

  He leans back on the bed, distraught... He calls Hal to order something.

"I need you to record some video. If I go down and I'm confirmed dead after twenty-four hours without resuscitation, please send the information to my wife. She will act as my replacement commander with supreme authority and transfer command Go to the underground base and protect the survivors as much as possible."

  Hal's tone remained emotionless: "Understood."

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

  …

  Black December is spent in dead silence, the world has been put on high alert, like a stretched balloon, a slight bump will cause an explosion. TV stations all over the world are scrolling about things about the virus, all entertainment activities have been cancelled, and people are staying at home in panic.

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

  Actually, this is already the result of discussions among leaders of many countries. The actual number of infected people has reached 120 million, as Hal predicted. More than half of the human race was infected in June, and after October, the human race will be wiped out, and a small number of survivors may be able to survive for a hundred years before eventually becoming extinct.

  Senior leaders of various countries have activated asylum measures and will use them at any time.

  The rich are also looking for a safe place to live everywhere. Most of the relatives and friends gathered in An Feng's house, and the surrounding robots are armed with live ammunition and ready to fight. Another fleet of robots is ready to take over Santa Barbara's airport, and a private airport in Texas is ready.

  Although it is not yet time for panic to break out, the powerful and rich are already taking precautions.

In mid-January, An Feng had just detected the eighth mutation of the virus. He was unable to get out of bed, and just lying on the hospital bed and talking to his family, but the surrounding environment was disguised very cleverly, as if he had just woken up, and he couldn't feel it. Nothing unusual, just a little tired eyes.

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

  He looked at the scenery outside the window, there were no crowds on the street, the sun above his head was covered by clouds and mist, gloomy, spring came, but there was no life.

  In the afternoon of that day, the mutated virus in the body eliminated the newly produced antibodies again.

  An Feng showed severe dizziness and fever, his head was dizzy, and he said in his mouth: "I seem to smell the smell of death."

   "You'll make it," Case told 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, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy: "I heard...their calls in my ears...I don't have the strength to resist anymore..."

   "Hold on! You can do it!" Case said.

  Hal came over at this time, and the assistant beside him brought two syringes to inject An Feng. They are all experimental medicines, their effects are unclear, but they can relieve pain. The mutated virus this time is extremely terrifying. Even boiling water can't kill it. It can only increase the pressure and raise the water temperature to more than 300 degrees.

  An Feng was sleepy and took a nap.

After a routine checkup in the morning, An Feng's face recovered a bit, and he began to give instructions: "After my death, the body should be preserved for forty-eight hours, and then cremated. The mutated virus must not be allowed to spread. Then...then you all go away, go back Find your own family and cherish the last time."

  The ward was full of sadness, An Feng's condition would not survive tonight.

  At eleven o'clock in the morning, the ward began to get busy. An Feng's heart rate weakened, and his consciousness became blurred again. After some hard work...calm is restored.

   Only one voice was reporting: "The patient stopped breathing and heartbeat, confirmed dead! The time of death was 11:22 on January 16, 2028. The cause of death: virus infection..."

  Case slumped on the chair, desperately squeezed out of his mouth: "We failed."

  …

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

  Eve turned on the holographic projection screen, played the video in a flat projection, and said, "Mr. An specially left this for you to watch."

   Joanna felt an ominous omen in her heart, and An Feng's smiling face appeared on the screen.

   "Hi, Joanna! Please sit down before I get down to business."

  Joanna sat down and stared at the image.

"When you see this video, I'm sorry, it's been 24 hours since 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 , it's just that my time is a little bit ahead of time..."

  Joanna covered her mouth and burst into tears.

"It's a pity that I can't fulfill my promise. For the first time in my life, I let you down. Forgive me for not being able 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 I will never give up. . . . I wish I hadn't encountered such a bad thing . . . "

An Feng talked a lot, half of which was to comfort her, trying to make the topic of death seem easy... But Joanna couldn't hear what he said, only knowing a desperate word repeated in her mind, death, death, death... She is oblivious to time.

   It wasn't until the door was knocked a few times and Alice pushed the door open that she came back to her senses.

  The video has been hidden by Eve. Alice walked over with a teddy bear in her arms: "Mom, I can't sleep. I want Dad to tell me stories."

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

   "I'm fine," Joanna said.

   "Mother, you are crying." Alice said, "Mother, why are you crying?"

   "Mom didn't cry, I just have bad eyes." Joanna stretched out her hand, "Alice, let mom tell you stories in the future."

"Okay." Alice stepped forward, and Joanna hugged her, wanting to say something, but couldn't help it anymore, and burst into tears, making Alice, who didn't know the truth, cry too, and she wiped her mother's tears while crying , said in his mouth: "Mom don't cry, I promise not to make you angry again."

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

  Joanna paused, wiped her tears, raised her head, her eyes were red, and tried to restore her normal expression: "I'm fine, you can take the child to sleep."

   "Madam needs me—"

   "Do as I say!" Joanna said in a commanding tone.

   "Okay, ma'am." Manda picked up Alice, "Alice, ma'am needs to rest, I'll take you back to sleep, okay?"

   "Mom." Alice's small eyes were red.

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

She has no energy to think about other things now, her heart is empty, and her thoughts are always intermittent, as if she has lost what supports her life... But the two children have already lost their father, and they are still so young, they cannot lose their mother again... She thought repeatedly Then, to expel the idea of ​​committing suicide.

  Finally, she held on firmly, and the morning sun climbed up outside the window the next day. She regained her composure and talked to Eve: "I want to see him."

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

Joanna was heartbroken, she bit her lip and didn't want to cry out, Eve comforted her emotionally: "He hopes you can live happily, the current state is what worries him the most, and he has thought of many ways , and still smiled at the worst of his illness."

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

"According to Mr. An's instructions, you will serve as the supreme commander of the robot army, and at the same time shoulder the protection work of the surviving human beings in the doomsday. From now on, you will immediately transfer to the underground base in Texas, and at the same time consider opening other bases to rescue the surviving human beings." By."

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

  Eve said: "According to the management regulations, the body will be cremated in forty-eight hours, and there are still 20 hours left."

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

  Eve said: "We must deal with this corpse. He carries the most powerful virus on him, and there is almost no means to defend against it."

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

  Eve changed her words: "Okay, follow your command. But madam, after twenty hours, there will be specialized personnel to dispose of the corpse."

   "I said he is not a corpse!" Joanna shouted, "I can feel that his face is still so normal, just like back then, impossible!"

Eve said: "Option 1, the robots of the Medical Association will protect Mr. An, leave London, and look for a place to hide, but the risk factor is high and easy to be discovered; Option 2, activate the robot army, airborne in London within 15 hours, directly through the Send Mr. An away by air."

   "The second item." Joanna said without hesitation.

  (end of this chapter)