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Chapter 79 Blockade New York!

As time passed, the Avengers and street heroes in the lobby on the first floor had consumed a lot of physical energy, and everyone's breathing became heavier.

They had to retreat to a narrow stairwell and use the terrain to their advantage to barely hold back the tide of zombies.

Captain America, who had just boasted that he could fight for a whole day, now had a serious drop in strength and was becoming more and more flustered in resisting.

"Clint! Have all the civilians evacuated?"

Hawkeye's arrows had been used up long ago. He was now using two submachine guns to accurately shoot zombies in the head. When he heard the captain's question, he shouted back:

"The communication channel is in chaos. It seems that there are civilians infected."

Obviously, the only possible reason for this situation to happen is that a civilian was bitten by a zombie but concealed it and sneaked into Stark Tower.

As a result, as the virus spread, civilians instantly turned into zombies, causing a small biochemical crisis inside Stark Tower.

Captain America felt a little desperate after hearing Clint's answer.

"We can't go on like this, sooner or later we won't be able to hold on!

So, let's retreat to the upper floors. Clint, you go first and check out the situation up there!"

Hawkeye knew the situation was urgent, so without any hesitation he said, "Hold on, I'll go check out the situation!" Then he turned around and ran up the stairs.

The second floor. The twentieth floor. The fiftieth floor. The ninetieth floor.
Hawkeye quickly took a quick look along the stairs from the 1st to the 90th floor of the building and found that there was no one there.

The entire Stark Tower has 95 floors, and floors above are laboratories or senior management offices.

The evacuated civilians, Avengers agents, and Stark Industries employees should have retreated to the 90th and 95th floors.

"Bang!"

Clint kicked open the door of the stair compartment on the 90th floor, but what came into his sight were more than twenty zombies who rushed over after hearing the noise.

He was so scared that he quickly stepped back and closed the compartment door.

"Shet!"

Clint cursed inwardly. It seemed that this floor had already fallen. Even if there were still survivors inside, he had no way to rush in.

After all, he just took a quick glance at the zombies inside and found that there were at least forty or fifty of them.

At this moment, he had run out of ammunition for his submachine gun and could only fight in close combat. He had no chance of taking on so many zombies.

Clint was exhausted and couldn't take care of this floor anymore. He could only continue to check the situation on the upper floors with a glimmer of hope.

91st floor——Fallen.

92st floor——Fallen.

The 93rd and 94th floors also fell.

Clint, almost in despair, finally reached the 95th floor.

"Keep order! Everyone must be searched. Anyone who conceals his injury and fails to report it will be shot immediately."

Seeing Coulson and twenty or so agents still maintaining order, Clint regained hope, but he saw them using such violent methods to maintain order.

Clint frowned and wanted to tell them to be more civilized, but then he thought of the tragedy that happened on the 90th to 94th floors.

If we don't enforce the law violently at this time, the tragedy of the 90th floor will probably be repeated.

Therefore, he had to pretend not to see it and walked up to ask Coulson about his current situation.

“How many people have not evacuated yet?”

"There are still more than a hundred people! The next rescue helicopter will not arrive for another 30 minutes!"

“Why so slow?”

"There are zombies all over New York right now, and the support force is very tight."

"Okay, I won't disturb you and continue working."

After hearing this explanation, Clint, with a serious expression, asked Coulson to continue working and turned to look outside the building.

We found tall buildings with blazing flames everywhere, thick smoke billowing out of countless buildings, and the sky was dim. It was clearly a doomsday scene!
"Has the situation gotten this bad?" Clint muttered to himself. Suddenly, a zombie roared in the stairwell.

"Oh my god! The zombies are coming!"

"God bless."

The crowd on this floor who were still waiting for rescue fell into panic in an instant.

Clint came to his senses and rushed into the stairwell without hesitation.

Captain America and his men have been fighting and retreating, and have retreated to the 80th floor.

Clint found Captain America as quickly as possible and joined the defense against the zombies again.

"How's the situation up there?"

"There are still one hundred people on the 95th floor who have not been evacuated. The next helicopter will arrive in half an hour!"

There is no need to talk about the tragedy on the 90th to 94th floors. After all, it has already happened. There is no point in talking about it except to make everyone feel worse.

When Captain America heard that they still had to hold out for half an hour, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then we'll try our best to stop the zombies on this floor, and use the floors above as a buffer zone!"

"understand!"

Although everyone had been fighting intensively for nearly three hours and was almost exhausted, no one wanted to retreat.

They mustered up their last bit of strength and were determined to carry out the captain's strategy even if it meant dying here.

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Five hours after the biohazard outbreak.

12:30 pm Eastern Time.

White House President Matthew Ellis declared a state of emergency.

New York has become a zombie city, and the scope of infection of the biochemical crisis is spreading exponentially.

In a metropolis of tens of millions of people, nearly five million of them have been infected, turning into tireless zombies that crave flesh and blood and have lost their minds.

Although most people have not been infected, once the chaos broke out, the entire New York City came to a standstill.

Some rioters were even crazy enough to take advantage of the chaos to rob bank vaults.

Lower-class people who have been poor all their lives appeared in every corner of New York, engaging in a grand carnival of zero-dollar shopping.

The National Guard and the military have blocked all entrances and exits to New York, prohibiting everyone from entering or leaving.

After all, the people of New York now have a new name - high-risk group!

On the outer blockade line of New York, main battle tanks and SBCT armored vehicles are lined up in a row, and the stern gun barrels exude a solemn atmosphere.

The military sent out two full divisions of troops to surround the entire city of New York.

The rear was even continuing to dispatch troops for support, and planned to send out fifteen divisions to barely blockade the entire New York.

General Ross, who was stationed in New York, was the highest-ranking and closest general.

He was therefore appointed by the President as the wartime commander-in-chief, responsible for the task of blockading New York.

At the temporary command center, General Ross is monitoring the situation throughout New York.

The video footage transmitted by the drone was full of doomsday scenes, with countless humans being chased by zombies.

There were explosions, gunshots, screams, and other chaotic scenes everywhere.

New York has become the epitome of the end of the world.

Black-Boiled Egg was also at this headquarters, standing next to General Ross.

He had just evacuated here from Stark Tower half an hour ago, just to be the first to know the situation of the zombie crisis.

Black Sauce Egg frowned as he looked at the real-time surveillance footage of New York, and asked solemnly, "Have you found out the cause of this crisis?"

(End of this chapter)