Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 346 The real plan

Early morning, the coast of Midon.

As the eastern horizon began to lighten, a van slowly drove along the deserted highway on the still dark coastline.

Below the road shoulder, there was a beach that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Inside the car, Wilson, his face covered in stubble, stared out the window. Although he could only see blurry outlines in the darkness, he felt a sense of inexplicable disappointment.

This is the best beach on the Mido coast, with its white sand, azure waters, and warm climate, attracting countless tourists every year.

The once bustling beach is now deserted, littered with garbage of unknown origin, and has lost all its former glory.

Among the mountains of garbage, one can still see fragmented human remains.

It's not just one or two, but they're everywhere.

In contrast, the corpses that were not completely skeletalized were in the minority.

A gap appeared on the roadside ahead, and the truck drove off the road, onto the beach, turned off the engine and lights, and the surroundings immediately became quiet, with only the sound of waves crashing on the beach continuing.

Wilson composed himself and said in a low voice, "Let's begin!"

Several elderly people got out of the car, opened the trunk, and carried out cardboard boxes of varying sizes and volumes, stacking them at their feet.

Wilson opened a cardboard box and took out a miniature model of the USS Enterprise.

Another old man also took out a full-metal model of the Honey Crisp Lychee from a cardboard box.

Before long, the group opened all the cardboard boxes and laid out more than thirty model airplanes in a row on the beach.

The larger ones are over two meters long, while the smaller ones are less than half a meter long. But all the model airplanes can sail on the water like real boats, and each model airplane is equipped with a satellite positioning device and a solar panel.

Wilson was very meticulous. He personally checked each model airplane to see if it could function properly and whether the positioning and navigation equipment was accurate. Finally, he held his breath and opened the cover on the model airplane.

A small white mouse, stuffed into the hull of the ship, came into view.

Surrounded by all sorts of food, it sniffed around happily, chirping incessantly—it was a little cutie infected with Pneumococcus!
Wilson smiled with satisfaction, and after securing the cover, he tilted his head at his two companions: "It's done!"

The companions understood, carried the model airplane to the sea, placed it in the water, turned on the power, set the direction, and the small model airplane immediately shot into the sea like an arrow.

The muscleman keeps talking about going to Antarctica and then the Arctic, but it's all nonsense. The real smuggling plan isn't to transport people, but rather to transport mice infected with Pneumococcus!

As long as it can cross the ocean to the other side, whether it infects humans or mice, it can achieve the goal of spreading the epidemic. Why send infected people there?
Is the large size of the infected individual in the image a clear target, making them easy to eliminate?
Countless migrants have attempted to leave the Americas, but all their boats have been destroyed by the fleet that blockaded the seas. To this day, no one has been able to break through the blockade.

Muscle man isn't stupid, why would he use such a method that has failed countless times before?
The balloons were just a smokescreen; his real plan was to use model airplanes!

To conceal the model aircraft, Wilson also disguised some of them to a certain extent.

For example, you could spray it with paint that matches the color of the seawater, or fix some dead branches or something similar on top.

Muscle Man's imagination goes far beyond simply smuggling rats; he also considered using sea fish to spread pneumopulmonary bacteria, but unsurprisingly, it failed.
He also considered using seabirds or homing pigeons to carry pneumococcus out of the Americas, but birds are immune to pneumococcus.

Immobilizing the bacteria on birds is one method, but there are only a few species of birds capable of flying across the ocean, so they are not easy to obtain. Moreover, a small number is useless; a sufficiently large population is required to have even the slightest chance of success.

Bats can indeed be infected with Pneumocystis jirovecii, but unfortunately, these creatures lack the ability to fly across oceans.

After going around in circles, I could only choose model airplanes in the end.

As the last model airplane entered the water and moved away, it was already broad daylight, and the figures of infected people could be seen in the distance.

Wilson let out a soft sigh: "Let's go back!"

The truck drove away from the beach and returned along the same route. Wilson looked out to sea and suddenly spotted a warship on the horizon. It was a US warship blockading the coast!
These warships frequently patrol the coast, solemnly claiming they will rescue survivors still struggling in the epidemic area, but in reality, that's not the case at all.

The best outcome was that the other side ignored them. Many survivors, after summoning warships, were met not with rescue, but with death.

Needless to say, the members of the apostles were almost certainly doomed to die.

Wilson's expression immediately changed: "Quick, hide!"

Apostles are targets of severe punishment in any country, and the consequences would be unimaginable if this vehicle were discovered by that warship.

The truck quickly pulled over to the side of the road and used the buildings on the beach to cover itself.

"Won't our model airplanes be discovered?" an old American asked worriedly.

Rather than worrying about the model airplane, he was more concerned that the warship would discover it and trace it back to them.

"Probably not," Wilson said, lacking confidence.

He appeared calm on the surface, but his mind was in turmoil. He kept looking up unconsciously, feeling that a drone that was about to explode would fall from the sky at any moment.

However, the car was also disguised, looking dilapidated and no different from a vehicle abandoned on the roadside.

To achieve the best deception effect, the group quickly opened the car windows and curled up as much as possible to avoid being detected by the drone.

Hopefully, I can fool the other person!

Less than a minute later, a fixed-wing drone flew overhead, hovered a few times, and then flew away.

Wilson and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from their brows.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" an old man urged repeatedly.

"Don't leave!" Wilson quickly stopped him. "Wait here!"

"is it necessary?"

“Listen to me!” Wilson said.

The others immediately shut up.

The most important reason why Wilson was the leader of this small group was that he was the most senior and experienced.

More than ten minutes later, a batch of rotary-wing drones flew over the beach.

Based on his past experience, Wilson concluded that the drones would fly away in half an hour, or at most an hour.

To his surprise, the drones were still lingering nearby until noon.

The group was thirsty and hungry, but they dared not show themselves.

It wasn't until evening that the group finally waited for the drone to be removed.

Wilson was almost exhausted, but he insisted on waiting a while longer before starting the engine.

As the truck drove out of the hideout, Wilson instinctively looked towards the sea and suddenly noticed several familiar-looking objects on the beach, being repeatedly washed ashore by the waves.

"Stop the car!" Wilson growled, jumped out of the car and looked closely, and was astonished to find that it was the model airplane that had been launched that morning!

How did they get back?
(End of this chapter)