Rotten God Kingdom

A Colt revolver and a tactical knife were all of Jiang Wang's equipment.

Large-caliber weapons are the hard currency in the wilderness, but Sick City is unwilling to allow its residents to possess any weapons other than revolvers. Jiang Wang's weapons were all confiscated by the sheriff after he entered Sick City.

For killing, in most cases, a revolver is enough.

Especially in the sick city, most people's bodies are quite fragile. As long as a bullet hits, even if it doesn't directly hit a vital organ, the wound will quickly become inflamed, and the skin will ulcerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As for those strange and sickly spirits, Jiang Wang's supernatural abilities can solve them very well.

"Very good, let me briefly introduce the contents of this mission."

Ye Xun turned on the projector, which displayed a medical record.

The contents of the medical record were almost identical to what Jiang Wang had seen yesterday, except that the name line on yesterday's record was blacked out, while this one was not.

The patient's name is Han Yue.

Ye Xun's fingers trembled slightly as he projected another image.

The picture shows a young and pretty girl. She may not be considered beautiful, but she is pleasing to the eye and has a friendly, girl-next-door feel to her.

"Let me explain why we arrested this patient. She suffers from albinism, an early form of the disease. Early symptoms include loss of pigmentation in the skin, hair, and eyes, which affects her vision. After the disease mutates, the patient's limbs begin to show signs of transparency and become extremely fragile." Ye Xun glanced at Jiang Wang as he said this.

Based solely on Ye Xun's description, Jiang Wang was able to confirm that the girl named Han Yue had the exact same illness as his sister.

It's just a rare disease, is it really necessary to go to such lengths to arrest people?

Jiang Wang looked around. The small screening room was packed with people. Including Jiang Wang, there were a total of twelve cleaners who accepted the task.

The number of cleaners was already small, and now a full twelve of them have been drawn up, with the sole task of capturing a sick girl who had escaped.

This is the team configuration for handling a small-scale plague.

"I'm sure everyone is wondering about the reason for launching this operation." Ye Xun continued to play new content.

The following pictures were mostly data that Jiang Wang couldn't understand, as well as pictures of Han Yue receiving treatment with tubes inserted into her body.

"The hospital originally intended to treat the little girl's illness. Although the sick city requires every resident to contract the disease, it still hopes that everyone can live a little longer. Han Yue's albino disease has reached its late stage, and even a slight breeze could cause her skin to break."

The situation was critical, so the hospital adopted aggressive treatment methods.

As a result, Han Yue's specific illness was not cured; instead, it became highly contagious. The route of transmission and the type of bacteria were unknown. From the time she escaped yesterday until now, her attending physician and the nurses who had cared for her have confirmed that they are infected.

Ye Xun's words caused quite a stir in the screening room.

An uncontrolled and highly contagious disease could have an immeasurable impact on the affected city.

The deaths of a large number of infected people will lead to a shortage of labor in the diseased city. Even if the wilderness people are accepted, they will not be able to adapt to the life in the diseased city in a short period of time.

The disease-infected spirits that emerge when an infected person is near death are an even bigger problem.

"Everyone, the situation is critical. The burden of saving the sick city rests on your shoulders." Ye Xun played the last picture, which showed a young man who looked somewhat similar to Han Yue.

"Han Yue's older brother, Han Lin."

Han Yue escaped from the hospital with his help. Her illness is coronary heart disease, and her special ability is unknown. "Everyone can come to me to collect the relevant information."

Jiang Wang took a paper document from Ye Xun. The document contained information about Han Yue and Ye Xun's residence, as well as some speculations about their escape route.

"Finally, if the capture process doesn't go smoothly, try to force them into the wilderness or kill them directly."

I wish you all the best in your mission.

The cleaners dispersed in a panic.

They didn't even ask about the reward for the task.

The Cleanup Bureau never fails to reward the heroes who save the city.

"Brother, I think we should go to their place and check for clues first. What do you think?"

Jiang Wang was carefully reviewing the contents of the documents when a strange man approached him.

The man's appearance was not strange; his limbs were coordinated, and there were no pustules on his skin. However, there was a raised tumor on the side of his neck, which was about half the size of a human head.

Seeing Jiang Wang's gaze fixed on the tumor, the man scratched his head and offered, "Don't worry, brother, my illness isn't contagious. I may look a bit ugly, but I'm strong enough. With me around, you'll have to fight far fewer battles."

By the way, my name is Hu Chengyu.

"Jiang Wang"

"How about it, want to team up? I have a feeling this isn't as simple as the captain makes it out to be. If it's just a patient leaving the hospital, a regular sheriff would be enough. Unless those two who escaped have some really troublesome superpowers."

Jiang Wang agreed with Hu Chengyu's words.

To deal with an ordinary person, it's just a matter of one bullet.

The fact that these cleaners, who specialize in dealing with sick people, are being deployed now suggests that the target is either exceptionally fast or exceptionally strong, or more likely, both.

Traveling in groups is a way to reduce risk.

"Please take care of me." Jiang Wang simply nodded slightly, acknowledging the alliance.

In Sick City, the greatest courtesy people show each other is a nod; as for handshakes and hugs, those are practically impossible.

Even couples must strictly follow medical advice and control the time when engaging in sexual activity.

Hu Chengyu smiled slightly: "Then shall we check their residence first, so as not to miss any important information?"

"it is good."

The sick city is roughly divided into five districts. The First Hospital and the Cleanup Bureau are located in the center. These two buildings form the core of the most prosperous commercial street in the sick city, and the property prices are also very high.

Housing prices are slightly lower outside the central area, and the area is mainly occupied by low-end industries.

The remaining four zones are divided geographically, and the zones are physically separated from each other.

Simply put, the areas where the five districts meet are separated by high walls with many doors on them. If an outbreak occurs in a district, the cleanup department will close the doors to physically block the pathogen.

The cleanup bureau did not interfere too much with residents' lives, but residents with similar illnesses tended to buy houses in clusters.

It can be considered a kind of shared misfortune.

People with lung cancer are more likely to befriend others who also have lung cancer, as this can reduce the risk of contracting other diseases.

Han Yue and her family lived in the east of the sick city, a 20-minute bus ride from the Cleanup Bureau.

Hope Community.

Many heart patients live here. The name was full of goodwill before the disaster, but it sounds ironic today.

After Jiang Wang and his group presented the relevant documents, the gatekeeper readily allowed them to pass and even sent someone to guide them.

Unit 3, Building 2, No. 207.

It's also a classic two-bedroom, one-living room apartment.

The door was wide open, indicating that more than one group of people had come to inspect the room.

"Gentlemen, the tenants of this house haven't been back for a long time. The sheriff came to check last night and this morning, and they told me to tell you that there are no clues in the house." The doorman nodded and bowed, his face full of apologetic smiles.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Hu Chengyu turned his head to look at Jiang Wang.

"I only trust my own eyes." Jiang Wang gently stroked the handle of his revolver and walked into the room on his own.

Hu Chengyu sighed softly and chose to stand at the door to guard against any unexpected situations.

There were no special clues in the living room. Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the coffee table. The leftover rice in the bowls had begun to mold and gave off a sour smell.

Jiang Wang's gaze calmly swept across the living room and landed on the bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, and you could see a person lying on the bed.

The person was very quiet, so quiet that he didn't even move when he heard Jiang Wang's footsteps coming in.

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow.

This is what you call having no clues?

Is the person sleeping in the bed dead?

Jiang Wang drew his revolver, cocked it, and aimed the muzzle at the person sleeping on the bed.

"The Cleanup Bureau has dispatched personnel; please cooperate."

No response.

"I'll count down to three, and if you don't get up, I'll shoot, 1..."

Jiang Wang was quite certain that the person on the bed was alive. He could hear heavy breathing, and the blankets were heaving more and more violently.

The person seemed to have been woken up by the noise.

Doorway.

Hu Chengyu was chatting with the gatekeeper.

"Where do these two people usually work? Do they have any friends there?"

The security guard stammered and couldn't answer. He was just a gatekeeper; how could he know about the residents' private lives?

"I……"

Just as the gatekeeper was about to speak, his face suddenly turned ashen, he clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, his limbs convulsing violently.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Have you had a heart attack? Where's your medication?" Hu Chengyu quickly squatted down and rummaged through the guard's body. He finally managed to pull out a bottle of nitroglycerin from his coat pocket. Before he could even unscrew the cap, the guard had already stopped breathing, and his pupils rapidly dilated.

Cardiac arrest!

Hu Chengyu immediately became alert.

something wrong.

The gatekeeper's death didn't seem like a sudden illness; it looked like someone was using supernatural powers to cause trouble.

He instantly recalled the information Ye Xun had provided: Han Lin, coronary heart disease.

It's him!

But where is he?

Hu Chengyu's gaze swept frantically across the corridor, the stairwell, and the residential building opposite, but he didn't see anyone suspicious. He immediately shouted into the house, "Brother, you're so kind..."

Before he could finish speaking, a violent explosion drowned out Hu Chengyu's warning.

Well, there's nothing more to say now.

Thick smoke, accompanied by sparks, billowed out from the direction of the bedroom. Jiang Wang emerged from the smoke and dust, his body covered in ash and blood.

"This isn't just quiet, it's very suspicious." Jiang Wang quickly stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "That security guard was lying." He looked down at the guard's corpse.

"What's going on?" Hu Chengyu asked hurriedly.

A hideous figure gradually emerged from the smoke and dust. Its body was covered with bumps of all sizes, the largest as big as a head and the smallest only the size of a sesame seed. They were densely packed together, making one's scalp crawl.

Its body shape was no longer human-like; its limbs were twisted, and it crawled toward the door in a posture that defied ergonomics.

"Sick ghost!"