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Chapter 150 Epidemic
The conference hall is spacious and solemn. The high-hanging chandeliers cast soft and bright light, illuminating the entire venue, making the entire venue appear bright and warm.

In contrast to the environment is the atmosphere of the conference room.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard that the large number of monsters that came out of Sokovia have overwhelmed Czech.

Now it has become a living hell, with pus-filled monsters trying to assimilate everyone there into their own kind."

The German Prime Minister looked at the leaders of various countries with a serious face, hoping to see something different on one of their faces.

However, those who can climb to this position are not comparable to those so-called Oscar-winning actors and actresses.

With their acting skills level, those movie kings and queens still have to learn from them.

"Could it be a monster created by the human experiments in Russia? Or is it the pollution caused by the nuclear tests there? After all, you see."

The English Prime Minister took over the words of the German Prime Minister, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, with a hint of speculation and questioning in his tone.

The pressure of the Europa steamroller has always been there. If they hadn't split up, the panic would be even worse now.

"In recent years, Russia has been making frequent moves in the fields of biotechnology and nuclear weapons, which inevitably makes people think of it.

Especially those mysterious experimental facilities near their borders. The outside world knows very little about them, but there are always some disturbing news coming out. "

"Don't talk nonsense. Damao has become such a mess. Do they still dare to play this game? I don't think so!"

President Gaul waved his hand with a hint of disdain on his face. "They have a lot of problems of their own. The economy is in recession and internal conflicts are intensifying. How can they have the extra energy to carry out these large-scale biological experiments or nuclear pollution? I think there may be other forces behind this."

"President Gaul has a point. We can't jump to conclusions easily." Prime Minister German nodded and glanced at everyone. "But no matter what, the situation in the Czech Republic is already very critical. We must take action. These monsters not only threaten the lives and safety of the Czech people, but also pose a huge threat to the stability of the entire Europe."

critical?
There was a strange look on everyone's face. You German Prime Minister, it was obvious that the Czech Republic had fallen and no longer existed on the map.

There are monsters everywhere in the mountains, and it is unknown how many people are still alive.

After being ravaged by those rotten monsters, it is even a question whether the land can still be used.

You are so careless about this crisis, are you afraid that someone will just ignore it and pack up and go home directly, right?

In the conference room, the atmosphere became increasingly solemn, and complex emotions flickered in the eyes of leaders of various countries.

This sudden disaster does seem to be very serious, but it would be a dream to expect the whole of Europe to deal with it together.

It's not like a steamroller is hitting you, is there any need to be so anxious?

What's more, even if a steamroller hits them, there are still people who can help them from behind. Do they really think that other people's ancestors have never knelt before?

"I understand your doubts and concerns." The German Prime Minister's voice echoed in the conference room, trying to calm everyone's emotions, "but we must realize that this crisis is not just a problem for the Czech Republic, it concerns the stability and security of the whole of Europe and even the world.

If we do not take action and allow these monsters to continue to wreak havoc, they are likely to cross borders and threaten more countries and regions.”

The Czech Republic is right next to Germany. No matter what, the German Prime Minister dare not sit idly by.

"I agree with Prime Minister German's opinion." The Netherlands, who had been silent, finally spoke in a firm and powerful voice, "We cannot ignore the severity of this crisis because of temporary self-interest. As an important member of Europe, we have the responsibility and obligation to jointly meet this challenge."

The Czech Republic is not close to them, but not far away either. Once Germany can't hold on, it will be their turn.

"But how should we deal with them?" The Italian Prime Minister frowned. "These monsters are huge in number and are very tenacious. The rapid collapse of the Czech army is a testament to this. It is still unknown whether our army and weapons can effectively fight them."

Although Italy is also close, they have always been reserved about sending troops.

"This is exactly the problem we need to discuss and solve." Prime Minister German nodded and motioned for the staff to distribute a document. "I have drafted a response plan, including strengthening international cooperation, sharing intelligence information, joint military operations, and providing humanitarian assistance. I hope you can seriously consider it and put forward valuable opinions and suggestions."

Leaders of various countries began to read the documents with their heads down. As for how long it would take to reach an agreement on a specific cooperation item, no one knew.

The Beskid Mountains are a group of mountains in southern Poland and on the border between Poland and the Czech Republic, with many lakes scattered around them.

These lakes may be located at the foot of mountains, in intermountain basins, or at the confluence of rivers, forming a unique natural landscape.

The water here is clear, providing an ideal habitat for a variety of aquatic and terrestrial organisms.

Fisherman Pedersen is such a middle-aged man who loves nature and quiet life. His home is located in a small village on the edge of the Beskid Mountains.

On weekdays, in addition to taking care of the small vegetable garden at home, his biggest hobby is fishing in the nearby lake. For him, every time he casts the rod is an intimate dialogue with nature, and every time the fishing line is tightened, it is a brief ignition of passion for life.

While leaders in the conference hall were arguing over the Czech crisis, Pedersen was standing by the lake he often visited. The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled on the water, making the waves sparkle and beautify the view.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air, sighing that his life was so fulfilling and enjoying this rare tranquility.

"The wind is good today, the fish should be active." Pedersen muttered to himself and began to adjust his fishing gear.

He skillfully put on the bait, gently cast the fishing line into the water, and then sat quietly by the lake, waiting for the fish to bite. Pedersen was immersed in his own world, occasionally looking up into the distance, his thoughts drifting to those distant countries he had never set foot on.

He wondered if there were such beautiful lakes in those places and if there were people who loved fishing as much as he did.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

A fish took the bait and Pedersen quickly caught it. Just as Pedersen was happily taking the fish off the hook.

"Hey, why is there something wrong with this fish? It doesn't look fresh right away?"

Pedersen looked at the fish curiously. He noticed that there was something abnormal about its body. Its scales seemed to have lost their original luster, and the fish body was an unhealthy dark gray color.

What made him even more disturbing was that the fish's eyes were bulging and its mouth was slightly open, but even so, the fish was still alive.

"Strange, really strange, it has come to this point, how come the fish is still alive?"

Pedersen turned the fish over and over several times, but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"what!"

The fish suddenly bit Pedersen. Pedersen was in pain and shook his hand violently. The strange fish slipped from his hand and fell back to the ground, still twisting.

He looked at his finger in surprise. There was a deep tooth mark on it, and the area around the wound quickly became red and swollen.

"This...what is going on?" Pedersen muttered to himself, with an unprecedented fear surging in his heart.

He quickly picked up the fish from the ground and looked at it carefully, and found that the fish's mouth was full of sharp teeth, which was completely different from any fish he had seen before.

Not only that, even on the shore, the fish still looks lively.

Pedersen even felt that the fish was staring at him fiercely, as if it wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from his body.

"Or, maybe today isn't a good day for fishing."

Pedersen kicked the fish back into the lake, quickly packed up his fishing gear and prepared to return home.

Pedersen hurried back home, his heart was in turmoil, and he always had a bad feeling. He quickly locked the door, went into the kitchen, and repeatedly washed his finger bitten by the fish with soapy water, but the stinging feeling seemed to go deep into his bones and could not be removed.

As night fell, the village was shrouded in a faint moonlight, which made it particularly quiet. Pedersen sat on the sofa in the living room, watching the news about the Czech crisis on TV, but he didn't hear a word. His mind was all on the strange fish and the wound on his hand.

The wound began to ache, and the swelling gradually expanded. Pedersen felt dizzy. He touched his forehead and found that fine beads of sweat had already seeped out.

He tried to convince himself that it was just a common infection, but the fear in his heart grew like a weed.

"Pederson, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Pedersen's wife looked at him with some concern, and seeing her husband in pain, she persuaded him.

"Well, it's good to go to the hospital."

Pedersen sighed and decided to go to the village clinic.

But when he reached the door, he hesitated again. It was so dark outside, and there might be unknown dangers hidden on the road.

"Wait a little longer, maybe things will get better tomorrow."

Pedersen comforted his wife and lay down on the bed. His wife didn't know what to say when she saw this.

This was destined to be a sleepless night. Pederson's temperature gradually rose and he felt sharp pains in his wounds, as if something was wriggling inside.

He groaned in pain and rolled around, trying to relieve the unbearable pain.

"Pederson, let me take you to the hospital!"

His wife could no longer bear her husband's pain and was about to get up when she was grabbed by Pedersen.

"No, no need."

"But the way you look now."

"I said no!"

Pedersen raised his voice and stopped groaning in pain, instead looking weird.

He stared at his wife and extended his hand towards her.

(End of this chapter)