The truck drove into the city, and Qin Feng immediately felt somewhat disenchanted.
With only three hours left until the infection outbreak, the roadside epidemic prevention stalls were still open, distributing Antidote Powder to passersby.
Some people drank it on the spot, only to vomit black blood moments later, collapsing to the ground in convulsions, scaring the surrounding crowd into retreat.
This was when staff in isolation suits would step forward and put the person directly into a body bag.
Terrifying, isn't it?
It was truly horrifying.
Yet no one in the queue for Antidote Powder flinched.
Obviously, by this point, everyone realized what was about to happen in the Buffer Zone.
But no one dared to speak out; without official information to confirm their suspicions, no one dared to break the silence.
"Huh?"
As the truck passed a street corner, Qin Feng suddenly froze, staring out the window, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"What's wrong?"
