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Chapter 151 Plague
"What's going on? There's a monster! There's a monster!"

Panic spread in the darkness, sweeping through the hearts of everyone in the village.

The villagers lit up lights and went out of their homes to find out the truth of the matter.

When they arrived at the door of Pedersen's house, the scene before them made everyone freeze instantly, and fear froze their blood like ice.

The Pedersens stood at the door, no longer the familiar look of the past.

Their skin has lost its former luster and become gray and rough, as if it had been mercilessly eroded by the years. Their eyes are bloodshot, their gazes are empty and blurred, and the corners of their mouths are curled up with a strange smile that does not belong to humans. That smile reveals an unspeakable evil and madness.

The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment, their fear making them unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as the couple who were once neighbors and friends became like this.

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the silence. It was Pedersen's son who rushed out of the house. He was also attacked by the plague. His appearance was even more terrifying and it was unbearable to look at him.

Panic spread as quickly as the plague itself, and the villagers began to flee in all directions. They realized that this monster was the work of the terrible plague reported on TV today that had spread from the Czech Republic.

The plague is like an invisible devil's claw, sneaking into the village silently and eroding every innocent life silently.

With the Pedersen family's horrific misfortune becoming the trigger, panic spreads quickly and relentlessly throughout the village like wildfire.

Under the night sky, every lamp becomes a faint light of hope in the hearts of the villagers, but it also reflects the endless darkness and unknown around them.

At first, it was a few sporadic screams and panicked running sounds that broke the silence of the night. Then, these sounds gathered into a torrent, dragging the entire village into an unprecedented catastrophe.

The villagers began to realize that the plague that had quietly spread from the distant Czech Republic had quietly crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and finally found its host in this peaceful land.

The shadow of the plague quickly enveloped the entire village, ruthlessly attacking every life day and night, young and old.

Those once familiar faces gradually became distorted and deformed under the torture of the plague. Their skin became dry and gray, and their eyes lost their former luster, replaced by death and madness.

Their smiles became weird and hideous, as if they were controlled by some evil force and no longer looked like human beings.

The houses were closed and the doors and windows were locked. The villagers tried to resist the plague in this way, but fear and despair were like invisible chains that tightly bound their hearts.

As the plague rages, order in the village quickly collapses and they try to escape this cursed land.

However, the spread of the plague was much faster than the pace of human beings. The villagers were infected before they could even escape and became the next victims of the plague.

Around the village, wild animals began to behave abnormally due to contact with the corpses of the infected. Their behavior became violent and unpredictable, further exacerbating the crisis in the village.

There was an indescribable stench in the air, the smell of death and corruption, which was suffocating.

In this war without the smoke of gunpowder, the light and darkness of human nature are infinitely magnified.

Some people choose to stay and use their last bit of strength to take care of their loved ones who are suffering from the plague.

Some people choose to escape and stay away from this desperate place at all costs.

But without exception, they all failed.

Finally, when the first rays of sunlight came down in the early morning, the rescue team that rushed to the village after receiving the alarm was shocked to find that there was no one they needed to rescue in the village.

All that was left were the villagers who were infected and assimilated and rushed towards them.

Perhaps now we can no longer call them villagers, as they are all children under the light of their loving father.

The rescue team's hearts sank to the bottom; the scene before them was beyond everyone's imagination.

Those once lively villagers have now turned into unrecognizable monsters. They have lost their sanity and are left with only the desire for life.

They pounced towards the rescue team, with red light flashing in their eyes that did not belong to humans, reflecting the terrified faces of the rescue team.

Faced with this sudden horrific scene, the members of the rescue team felt an unprecedented chill in their hearts.

The rescue team wanted to evacuate, but it was too late. They were surrounded.

"Director, a plague has broken out in Europe. They are already modern countries, how can a plague cause such a big problem?"

Coulson looked at the news report on the big TV in surprise, somewhat unable to believe it.

"Colson, as a governor, there's no need for you to come to me all the time. Besides, you didn't learn about this big thing from TV, did you?"

Xia Ling shook his head helplessly, picked up the report he had read, and threw it to Coulson.

"Look at this. It's intelligence sent by our agents. The information is more accurate."

Coulson took the report and read it carefully, frowning.

He was deeply shocked by the data and descriptions in the report. The plague spread so quickly and affected such a wide range that it was not easy for even a modern country to cope with it, especially under this kind of political system. Basically, they could only leave it alone.

"Chief, do we need to take action?"

After reading the report, Coulson looked up at Xia Ling. "The Security Council hasn't spoken yet, so we should just continue to observe. Besides, even if SHIELD wants to take action on the plague, how can they do it?"

"But, Chief, what if there is a supernatural force behind the plague that we haven't discovered yet?"

Coulson put forward a hypothesis, his eyes flashing with detective-like sharpness.

"Why do you always think of supernatural forces in everything?"

Xia Ling also had to reflect on whether he had been causing too much trouble recently, causing the group of people represented by Coulson to have a stress reaction.

When performing their missions, the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. like to characterize the events they encounter during their missions as supernatural events.

For example, it is clearly just a perverted serial murder case, where a murderer likes to wear a leather mask and use a chainsaw to chop people.

The agents on the mission defined him as a cultist who offered sacrifices to the evil cult.

When seeing this report, Xia Ling was quite interested and prepared to go and see what was going on.

But before he could set off, a report came in that the murderer had been beaten to a pulp by the American Iai. No, the cruel agent had beaten him to a pulp, but was still afraid that the opponent would not die, so he used a rocket launcher to blow him to ashes.

Now there is no trace of evidence left, and there is no way to prove that he was wrongly accused, which confirms his identity as a cultist.

Xia Ling really remembered that he had never caused such an incident.

All I can say is that these agents are too unreliable.

Sure enough, the world is just a huge makeshift team.

"Okay, Coulson, let's not talk about this for now. I'm afraid you didn't come to me today just for this news. Tell me, what's the matter?"

At this point, Coulson's expression became a little unnatural.

"Chief, please don't be angry when I tell you this."

"Just tell me, I'm not angry."

Coulson's face looked a little grim. He hesitated for a moment, but decided to speak.

"The President has been very concerned about the situation in New York recently, especially regarding the so-called 'cult' activities."

"Cult? When did a cult appear in New York? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Xia Ling was a little surprised. He had indeed been causing trouble recently, but not in New York.

Coulson sighed and explained, “Actually, it’s about the Holy Son Hong Xiuqing. As you know, the media nowadays tend to exaggerate in order to attract attention.

Especially since the Grand Commander had refuted the Holy Son, it was even more outrageous, and the matter caused a huge uproar. "

Having said that, Coulson glanced at Xia Ling's expression and found no change, so he continued.

"The president seems to be very serious about these rumors. He believes that this is a threat to national security. He has given many speeches saying that we are engaging in a cult and endangering the safety of New Yorkers. He also said that I am not doing my job properly."

Coulson seemed helpless and angry at this point.

“However, Director, there is good news. Many believers in New York have cursed the president online, and religious figures have also expressed their opposition to this.

The Pope, in particular, expressed great indignation at the fact that the Supreme Leader believed that we were engaging in a cult, and even said that he was considering recognizing Hong Xiuqing as the Son of God.

"Coulson, this isn't a big deal."

Xia Ling was neither hurried nor slow, and even had time to have a cup of Coke.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funding has not decreased but has increased, and you are not under any pressure from Washington.

This is nothing more than political showmanship, and she is just a whore in the officialdom.”

Xia Ling's words stunned Coulson for a moment. He didn't expect the director to comment on this seemingly tricky matter so lightly.

But if you think about it carefully, what Xia Ling said does make sense. After all, in the political circle, this kind of hype and show for the sake of attracting attention and votes is too common.

"But, Director, I'm still worried that this incident will have an impact on our work." Coulson said with some worry, "After all, the President's remarks are likely to cause panic and anxiety among the people, and will also cause certain damage to our image."

"Coulson, you are too nervous. Political show is political show. As long as the Son of God sheds His light on America, they will be the first to come."

Xia Ling looked out the window.

"You know, Europe is in such turmoil right now, how can America remain safe and sound? The storm is coming."

(End of this chapter)