Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 345 The trapped beast still fights
manor.

A group of people emerged from the main building, which had collapsed halfway, looking disheveled and covered in dust.

At this moment, no one cared about the fire anymore, and no one was willing to fight back.

The muscular man yelled, "F*** you, don't let me find out who it is!"

Mike subtly curled his lip, thinking to himself, "What's the point of just talking?"

He patted his shoulder, kicking up a cloud of dust: "I guess it might be Dongda University."

"Dongda?" The muscular man looked astonished. "This is America, not South America. How dare they?"

Mike turned around and scrutinized the muscle man with a strange look: "It's because this is Milijian that we're still alive!"

The implication is that if this place weren't Milijian, it would probably have been razed to the ground by drones, just like Maidelin.

The muscle man wasn't really stupid; his face alternated between pale and flushed, his expression constantly shifting.

Mike suddenly turned and walked towards the backyard, and the muscle man quickly called out to him, "Where are you going?"

Mike continued walking: "Your entire plan has been overheard..." He suddenly stopped, "You'd better start sooner rather than later."

After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

After a moment's thought, the muscular man suddenly said, "Randy, immediately notify our people to release all the prepared balloons, the sooner the better!"

The young man named Randy was immediately taken aback: "Now?"

"Otherwise what?" the muscular man glared angrily. "Now, immediately, right now, the sooner the better, understand!"

Randy was startled, stammered an agreement, and ran away as fast as he could.

The muscular man sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Everyone, it's no longer safe here. Let's hurry and leave."

No one objected, and the group quickly left the manor, leaving only some guards who were unaware of the situation behind to fight the fire.

Even as he got into the car and drove away, the muscular man was still considering how to maximize his own interests.

Pastors are the founders of apostles and are like spiritual totems to many believers.

But he's already dead, dead in what appears to be Tokyo University... No, the pastor can't have died in vain; he must seize this opportunity to maximize his own interests!

Or, to put it another way, the priest dies at the hands of someone who is most advantageous to the muscleman. And there doesn't have to be only one answer; different explanations can be used for different believers!
A deep rumble suddenly came from outside the car, and a bright beam of light fell from the sky, enveloping the car carrying the muscle man.

The muscular man's expression immediately changed: Where did this helicopter come from?

The next second, a convoy of military vehicles appeared and blocked the road leading out of the manor.

broken!

Realizing something was wrong, the muscular man immediately opened the car door, jumped out, and dashed into the dark woods.

The helicopter lights illuminated the surroundings as bright as day, and his every move was seen by the US troops who had just arrived. Immediately, a military vehicle rushed up and blocked the muscleman's path.

Several American soldiers wearing protective masks pointed their guns at the muscular man: "Don't move, hands behind your head, get down!"

The muscular man's cheek twitched, and he obediently raised his hands and slowly lay down on the ground.

The whole process was like a slow-motion scene in a movie, as if everyone was afraid of moving too fast and causing misunderstandings. The others were the same; they were all surrounded and annihilated by the American troops who came knocking.

The muscular man found Randy among the prisoners, tried to get close to him, and gave him an inquiring look.

Randy nodded slightly, indicating that the message had been sent.

The news had spread, but the muscle-bound man, trapped in enemy hands, didn't know how to respond to it.

If only I had known this would happen, I would have stayed hidden in the manor.

However, just a moment later, he changed his mind.

Two fighter jets sped across the dark sky, followed by several earth-shattering explosions that completely destroyed the vast manor.

The muscular man was dumbfounded.

The Pentagon has some ruthless methods!
In the hours that followed, the apostles, hidden throughout the Americas, quietly began releasing pre-prepared balloons.

Compared to the South American branch, the balloons made in the United States are much more sophisticated. The electronic equipment on the balloons can not only control altitude, but also provide navigation, positioning and simple propulsion functions.

Believers firmly believe that if they release enough balloons, some lucky ones will eventually fly to the other side of the ocean, spreading the gospel of purification to Europe and then to the whole world!
As for how many people will die in this process... hehe, what does it matter? It's just a necessary process for eliminating inferior genes.

However, they failed to notice that the balloons without positioning devices were fine; they simply drifted with the wind. But the balloons with positioning devices were different.

At first, there was nothing unusual, until it flew tens or hundreds of kilometers and reached the sea surface, it suddenly started spinning like crazy. The rudimentary propulsion device kept spinning, causing the balloon to circle repeatedly in the air until the propulsion device ran out of power, and then it returned to normal and continued to drift.

However, not every approach was successful. In many areas, the apostle members were either too high-profile or had already been under police surveillance. As soon as they took action, the police noticed something was wrong and immediately took decisive action to wipe out the apostle members and seize a large number of balloons and equipment used to make them.

Perhaps due to the subtle psychology of not wanting to air one's dirty laundry in public, the US did not publicize it.

In the days that followed, a crackdown on the sale of balloons suddenly began across the United States, prohibiting anyone from releasing balloons into the air.

Regardless of the purpose.

Even worse, aside from balloons, everything else that can fly is banned, regardless of whether these aircraft have the potential to cross the ocean and reach Europe.

The main principle is "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."

While it didn't exactly cause widespread panic, it did generate considerable buzz, with many Americans viewing it as an infringement on their freedom.

If you can't even release a balloon, is it still a beacon of freedom?

It has to be said that the elites among the Americans are truly elites, and the losers are truly losers. Even when faced with such a life-or-death situation, they are not thinking about how to survive, but about their own interests being violated!

Such a bizarre thought process is truly unbelievable.

Under the severe crackdown by the United States, the targeted Apostles quickly mobilized, taking all available raw materials to the epidemic area and starting up again there to continue manufacturing balloons carrying pneumococcus.

The US can only control the areas outside the epidemic zone, and even that control is not very tight due to social unrest. The epidemic zone itself is even more out of the question; it's a lawless area completely beyond their control.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of spore balloons were launched.

Although the vast majority of them could not possibly cross the ocean, they still aroused strong dissatisfaction among European countries, who strongly demanded that the United States use effective means to curb the deteriorating situation as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)