American comics: Starting from a copycat arms dealer.

Chapter 96: The Spread of Biohazard
So Pietro had no choice but to lower his head silently, choosing to turn a blind eye to it, and turned away from the command center with a depressed look on his face.

Seeing that the troublesome light bulb finally left, Carl turned his gaze back to the beauty in his arms.

"This world will probably be very busy in the future, so don't leave the base unless you have to."

Wanda said "hmm" obediently and hugged Carl tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away suddenly.

Behind the harmonious atmosphere of the two people embracing each other sweetly.

The situation outside has completely gotten out of control.

The military line of defense blocking New York City was ineffective.

The primary reason was that the military responded too slowly. It took five or six hours after the crisis occurred before they managed to establish the first porous line of defense.

Next are the many pet cats, dogs and even mice that are infected with the T virus. Due to their small size and agile movements, they cannot be stopped at all.

It had already sneaked out of New York from some hidden corners that ordinary people could hardly notice, and quickly spread the T virus.

Obviously, even if America paid a huge price to 'nuclearize' New York!
This biochemical crisis is far from over.
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One month after the biohazard spread.

It is February, early spring.

New York used to be a steel jungle with tall buildings everywhere.

Now the whole New York is almost deserted. The steel is gone and only the jungle remains.

Those who are still alive are trying their best to escape from this zombie city.

But most of the survivors were blocked by the military blockade and were not allowed to leave.

So the survivors could only find ways to bribe the military soldiers or escape by "smuggling".

Because they stay in New York, they have to face various problems every day, such as lack of food, lack of fresh water, danger of zombies, and even nuclear explosion crisis.

Most people barely survive a week.

Now that a whole month has passed, it is still unknown how many people are left alive in this metropolis that once had a population of tens of millions.

However, in the eyes of the military, there were no living people in the entire New York. The number of survivors in New York announced by the news media was zero!
New York has become a forgotten corner.

The entire metropolis was eerily quiet. The dilapidated, deserted buildings were covered with emerald green vines, and the streets were overgrown with weeds.

The sky here is always gloomy because the radioactive dust left over from the nuclear explosion will take at least three months to dissipate.

This resulted in almost all the survivors suffering from radiation sickness to varying degrees.

However, faced with various dangers that are so imminent, the survivors who have long been numb don’t care about the radiation sickness that will take several months to kill you!

On this day, two skinny survivors, armed with baseball bats, cautiously walked out of an abandoned building.

"Jamie, how much food did you find?"

The skinny boy, who was about 16 or 17 years old, replied with excitement on his dirty face: "I found two bags of potato chips and half a sandwich!"

The boy who asked the question was older, about eighteen years old, and was also very happy to hear that.

They searched the entire building, and it was a miracle for them to find food in such an office building.

However, suddenly a few malicious villains came out from the corner of the street and ruined the good mood of the two children.

The black man in the lead had tattoos all over his neck and scars on his arms, and it was obvious that he was a gang member.

He pointed a pistol at the two kids and threatened them sinisterly, "Damn you white-skinned kid, you're so slow. I waited for you for so long, and you finally came out."

The two children were in tears, as they were about to lose the food they had just received before they could even warm it up. However, the American people were very experienced in dealing with robberies, and generally speaking, as long as they handed over their money and belongings, their lives would not be in danger.

So the two children looked at each other and reluctantly handed over the food in their pockets.

As a result, after snatching their food, the tattooed black man in the lead took a few glances at the two tender white children and became greedy.

So he waved his hand and ordered several men beside him: "Take these two back as reserve food. Remember to keep them alive, otherwise they will not be fresh!"

After hearing the order, several men walked towards the two children with a grin.

The two children saw that they had encountered a "cannibal demon". As they had been hungry for several days, they didn't even have the strength to escape.

So he had no choice but to sit on the ground with fear in his eyes and wait for death.

It seemed that the villains were about to take the two children back to the camp as food reserves.

"Whoosh!"

A sound of breaking air came from above the heads of this group of people.

The leading black man looked up in confusion, only to see a terrifying figure appear. He screamed, "Devil Spider-Man?"

Gwen, who was late, finally arrived, hanging on the spider silk, with a samurai sword in her right hand, and her wrist flipped a few times.

With three cold and ruthless swings of the knife, he cut off the heads of the villains.

As several headless corpses gushing blood slowly fell down, the two white children nearby were already dumbfounded.

At this time they were already extremely frightened, but their long-standing survival instinct made them consciously cover their mouths tightly, for fear that any sound would attract zombies.

Gwen, known as the Devil Spider-Man, didn't even bother to talk. He killed the person cleanly and efficiently and left again hanging on the spider silk, leaving behind only a cool back.

After half an hour.

Gwen was a little tired after running to many places and "stopping" more than a dozen crimes, so she landed on the rooftop of a high-rise building to rest temporarily.

She took off her black and white mask, revealing a cold and numb look, and picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a few sips.

Mineral water is now more scarce than gold.

After all, people can survive at least seven days without food.

But people will die if they don’t drink water for three days!

Only Gwen can move freely between high-rise buildings, easily climb to the upper floors of the buildings, and loot survival supplies very quickly, which is why he was able to find the extremely precious mineral water.

"New York is a city that is beyond saving. Maybe I should just accept my fate. Even if not for myself, I have to consider my mother."

Gwen sighed, her face uncertain.

Since she separated from her family a month ago, she has experienced a lot, matured a lot, and her personality has changed greatly.

After Gwen successfully reunited with her mother at her uncle's house in Brooklyn, she was still determined to find her father George. She refused to admit that her father was dead.

As long as there is no definite news, she will keep searching.

While searching for her father, she saved many people along the way, but those people often had other intentions.

After being rescued, some people were not grateful but acted as if it was their own fault, and even complained to Gwen why she didn't send them more food.

Some people appear respectful on the surface, but secretly pass information about Spider-Man to the military in order to gain the qualification to leave New York.

Someone waited for Gwen's food every day, and one day when she was half an hour late, he started cursing.

(End of this chapter)