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The private doctor fell headlong to the ground and did not move again.

Frank was dumbfounded, realizing that Claire's illness was extraordinary, and he was most likely infected with some kind of deadly virus.

He hurriedly called for the voice, and when the connection was made there, it was not a nurse's greeting, but a violent coughing sound.

Frank had been in direct contact with Claire, and he was worried. At this time, he didn't care about other things, he found the mask in the ward and put it on, and left from the other side of the corridor where the private doctor fell, wanting to ask for help.

Walking in the hospital, Frank kept hearing violent coughing.

Obviously, the hospitals here are not aware of the seriousness of the problem.

Frank wondered, why am I okay?

Then, he felt the vigorous beating of his heart, and thought of the great teacher.

The hospital became chaotic, and the head of the hospital immediately contacted the CDC.

At the same time, the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention received reports from several hospitals in Las Vegas that an infectious disease similar to epidemic hemorrhagic fever had occurred in the local area, which had caused many people to die from hemorrhage.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 466

In Las Vegas, the streets are in chaos.

An inexplicable disease broke out suddenly, and it took only one day to sweep the entire Las Vegas, and countless people fell ill.

A black man named Smith is a cleaner in a hospital in Las Vegas. He usually works hard and has endless work every day. In order to support his family, he has to go to another hospital after transporting the garbage. a job.

Today, he is completely free.

In this private hospital, countless people fell down.

In the doorways, hallways, corridors, wards, and offices, countless people fell to the ground.

All the dead people bleed from the five sense organs, and there are blood pools under the body, as if all the blood in the body has flowed out.

Smith stared blankly at all this. From morning to now, he has been on tenterhooks, watching those people lie down continuously, but dare not go home rashly, fearing that he will be infected with germs and infect his family members.

Most of the people fell, but he was unharmed.

Smith came out of the bathroom where he was hiding, carefully avoiding the corpses on the ground. There were still people alive in the corridor, accompanied by heart-piercing coughing, and blood spewed out of his mouth.

These people's breathing was weak, and it was obvious that they couldn't survive.

Smith trembled, afraid to touch these people.

Because it was too weird, after such a long time, all the blood on the ground showed no signs of solidifying, which was unreasonable.

Although she is just a cleaner, she is also a hospital cleaner.

Smith has heard people mention it more than once, and it takes less than half an hour for human blood to coagulate under normal circumstances.

The smell of blood came to his nostrils, and Smith was worried about the germs, but he was even more worried about his family.

The home phone doesn't work.

The white wife and a few mixed-race children don't know what's going on.

Stepping on a pool of blood, Smith turned out of the corridor and came to the balcony.

There are more people here, and all the people who fell on the ground were almost soaked in blood.

The blood was almost up to Smith's ankle.

why?What happened?Full of doubts, Smith came out of the outpatient building and saw some people standing.

Those people were dragging a lot of things out of the warehouse building. Those things were stained with blood, and they looked a little scary in bright red.

Both sides froze for a moment.

Smith found that those people were all black, and some of them had pistols pinned to their belts.

"Don't worry about it!" a bald black man warned.

Smith looked down, the ground was covered with blood, and the tires of the three pickup trucks driven by those people were all red. He couldn't help asking, "You...are you alright?"

The bald black man said, "What's the matter? You don't know, all the dead are white people! This must be God's punishment for them!"

Smith had felt strange before, but now he looked carefully and found that the people lying on the ground were all white without exception!

"Let's go! Let's go!" Another black man with dreadlocks wiped the blood on his shoes on the car tires. The white sneakers had been soaked in the blood for too long, and they all turned blood red.

He greeted: "The medicine is almost ready, boss, shall we go to the bank?"

The bald black man got into the car: "Let's go to the bank! Have you brought your cocktail?"

The black man in the driver's seat responded, "Bring them all!"

The pickup truck engine roared, accelerated crazily, and turned out of the gate.

The blood spattered by the wheels covered Smith's head and face.

Smith wiped his face, stepped on the bloody water with his big feet, chirped and chirped, found his broken Toyota, drove away quickly.

Along the way, his hands, his body, were shaking all the time.

The bustling and busy Las Vegas seemed to be dead, with fallen people on the road and on the side of the road.

Thousands.

Smith was all red, and Las Vegas turned into a blood-red city.

Countless blood has flowed out of this city, staining roads, buildings, squares, parks and green belts red.

"Dead, dead," Smith murmured. "They're all dead. Las Vegas is dead."

Gunshots and explosions sounded.

Smith found that many blacks and other ethnic groups are taking advantage of the fire, as if in this special way, to prove that Las Vegas is not dead yet.

The Destruction Party, mainly composed of ethnic minorities, has been fully mobilized and is operating around Las Vegas. They have become the real living people in the city.

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Washington, Pennsylvania Avenue.

Hubbard's car was driving on the road when there was a sudden loud crash ahead.

The driver hurriedly stopped, and the sharp brake sound suddenly sounded.

Kelly, who was in the co-pilot, could see clearly, and said to the back: "There was a series of collisions at the intersection."

Hubbard nodded, looking out of the window with surprise in his eyes. On the sidewalk next to him, several people fell over while walking. The violent coughing caused the body to twitch continuously, and mouthfuls of blood spurted out from their mouths.

People fell down one after another nearby, and soon after the fall, blood flowed from the ear, nose, throat and eyes.

It looks very scary.

Kelly also found out: "What's going on?"

Just as Hubbard was about to speak, the driver suddenly coughed, and he couldn't straighten up.

Kelly's hands light up.

Angelic Grace!

The light enveloped the driver, but it had no effect.

The driver's attack was frighteningly fast, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the front windshield, and he also convulsed.

Hubbard only glanced at it, determined that he couldn't save people, took out a hand towel, tore it in half, and threw a piece to Kelly: "It may be some kind of acute infectious disease, go away!"

The driver's ears, eyes and nostrils also had blood flowing out.

Kelly gags and follows Hubbard out of the car.

Pennsylvania Avenue was already congested in a mess, the sound of collisions from car accidents sounded one after another, and there was even a deflagration.

The smell of leaking gasoline and the smell of burnt burnt can't hide the strong smell of blood.

Kelly couldn't help being surprised: "A lot of people fell."

The bustling Pennsylvania Avenue has a huge flow of people, and the number of people who fell down at this time is simply innumerable.

She added: "It's all bleeding, what kind of infectious disease is so terrible?"

The bodies of those who fell were quickly soaked in their own blood.

A puddle of blood connected with a puddle of blood, dyed the entire avenue red.

Shocking is indescribable.

Hubbard carefully felt the state of his body and found nothing abnormal. His shock was replaced by calmness. After all, he was not an ordinary person.

"Are we okay?" Kelly's magic power turned smoothly, and her body was fine.

Hubbard jumped on the roof of the car and observed carefully: "The germs may not be effective against superhumans." He found that the seriousness of the situation was far beyond imagination, and said, "Quick, let's walk back to the Mensa clubhouse."

The blood on the ground couldn't stop Hubbard and Kelly.

The former took out his mobile phone while walking, and urgently contacted the Special Affairs Bureau to report the relevant situation as soon as possible.

The sound of helicopter propellers turning could be heard in the sky. Hubbard looked up and found that it was the special plane of the Grand Commander over the White Room.

Three helicopters are flying to the airport.

Zatan was sitting on the helicopter in the middle, looking at Washington through the window. The city has fallen into chaos, and the blood red is spreading rapidly, crazily devouring the original color of the city.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a bloody lake has appeared on the ground.

What Anzac and Jewish political and business celebrities, as long as they are not extraordinary, they are no different from ordinary people in the face of this disaster.

Kyle was sitting opposite Zatan, looking at the ground at this time, and said, "A sea of ​​blood has appeared."

Zatan laughed: "It's beautiful, it's wonderful, isn't it?"

Kyle nodded in agreement: "The most beautiful scenery in the world."

Zatan fell into a brief silence. There is no way to be the commander in the future. When the Holy Lord returns, he will suppress McCarron and William Johnson and become the leader of the blood clan.

Having been the Grand Commander for such a long time, it has long been Zatan's habit to compete for power and profit, and to calculate each other.

Zatan has already developed the secret service into the secret service of the blood race, and it is not inferior when it comes to financial resources and the number of supporters.

The three helicopters didn't fly very high, and with Zatan's eyesight, it was enough to see the situation on the ground clearly.

The blood in the city is getting thicker and thicker, and finally it is like an ocean.

Kyle was on the phone with someone at this time, and after a while, reported: "Manpower deployed everywhere reported that Washington has lost control of the super virus, and most important officials of white or mixed race have died. "

Zatan asked, "Where's Frank Underwood?"

"Claire Underwood is dead." Kyle News reported: "Frank Underwood is said to have hid in the Mensa Club. The situation inside the Mensa Club is temporarily unknown."

Zatan no longer took these things to heart, and said: "Don't worry about them, the return of the Holy Master is not a problem at all."

Instead, he asked, "How are the other cities doing?"

Kyle said: "Big cities with a population of more than one million have all exploded on a large scale. The sea of ​​​​blood has formed a scale in North America, and no one can stop it!"

"Very good! Very good!" Zatan ordered directly: "Where is the Johnson family and the Cobra of McAllen now?"

Kyle immediately replied: "Their hiding place has always been a secret. Except for the confidants, they have been on guard against others. The Secret Service has arrested many of them. They are very careful now."

Zatan nodded slightly, and said, "Notify the contact person and send the message immediately to let the Johnson family and Cobra go to Cheyenne Mountain, where we will hold the last ceremony and welcome the Holy Return."

Kyle replied, "Yes."

The helicopter landed at the airport, and before boarding Air Force One, Zatan remembered something and asked, "Any news about Ronan the Destroyer?"

"No, he disappeared for a long time." Kyle recalled carefully: "We don't know where he is hiding, even the Secret Service can't find him."

Zatan frowned slightly. The Holy Lord wanted to retrieve the blood gem. If he could provide the whereabouts of Ronan the Destroyer, it would be a great achievement when the Holy Lord returned.

That's all there is to it now.

Zatan got on the plane and said, "Come on, let's go to Cheyenne Mountain."

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In a short period of time, North America was completely in disarray.

The super virus is like the air, spreading across major cities in North America at the speed of the wind and in an invisible and invisible way.