Chapter 171 Death May Really Be Not Far Away

As he spoke, the senior leader was about to personally help Zhao Yue take off the hood.

"Yan Ji, what are you doing here?"

A cold male voice sounded from the back seat of the car, instantly stopping the farce.

This person was obviously trying to cover up his purpose by using other things.

The decision to draw a red line for planting on wasteland was approved by top management at a meeting of the base.

The purpose is to facilitate military management and to punish random intruders in a reasonable and well-founded manner.

Deputy Base Commander Yan then realized that there was someone else in the car.

As for who dares to call him by his name like that, who else could it be except the young master of the Fu family?

Yan Ji moved his head closer and saw two people, one black and one red, one tall and one short, also wearing hoods and sunglasses, sitting in the back seat of the car.

"Hey, it's Master Fu!

Well... I heard from the higher-ups that the seeds on the wasteland had started to sprout, but they didn't believe it, so they asked me to come here and verify it in person!

Look, I just happened to see these young people lying inside and sleeping.

I'll have him arrested and give him a good lesson!" Yan Ji said with a smile.

“When did the top management hand over the sowing work of the wasteland to President Yan, and why didn’t the Fu family receive any notification?

Planting on wasteland, resting during the day and working at night are special rules set within the red line restricted area.

Mr. Yan broke in without permission, deliberately allowed people to break the rules here, and even injured people and the labor force here.

Do you intend to injure them and let your people farm the land instead of them?"

Although he was wearing a funny headgear, Fu Hengyuan's tone was still quite oppressive.

The smile on Yan Ji's face became somewhat awkward.

"No, I just came to see if there's anything I can do to help!

Mr. Fu, you know I have always been on the side of the Fu family.

As long as you say one word, I will go through fire and water and die without hesitation..."

Before Yan Ji could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fu Hengyuan's sneer.

“I don’t know whether I will be buried alive or not, but death may not be far away.

Mr. Yan, you should take your people back quickly and ask the medical team to check their health.

That prophecy was no joke, and starting from last night, everyone who had been exposed to the sun had developed the same symptoms.

Because the cause and treatment have not yet been found, the medical team has blocked the news to avoid panic and medical rush.

If Mr. Yan goes to the medical team now, he will probably be able to get a bed.

However, to be honest, your people did not have a pass and beat up staff members in the red restricted area.

After counting the compensation they deserve, I will have the people at the government service center transfer it directly from your account.

Now I’m letting you know in advance.”

When Yan Ji heard this, his face turned pale, and he didn't know whether he was scared or angry.

"Mr. Fu, after all, your father and I are of the same generation. You, you curse me to death, you, you..."

A female voice rang out from the side: "This uncle, he is not cursing you, he wants to save you, but it's a pity that he is too late.

It looks like you've been out for quite some time, your forehead has become a little dark."

Mu Jiu's words made Yan Ji, who was originally skeptical, quickly lean over to the rearview mirror on the side of the military vehicle to check.

After a while, he smiled.

"Nonsense! There's nothing on my forehead. How can it not get darker when exposed to the sun?

I went out for an inspection early this morning and was exposed to the sun all morning, but I didn't fall down!

Mr. Fu, I have no objection to you taking your woman around the base.

But playing such a deadly joke on me, Yan Ji... that shows you are totally disrespecting the Yan family!

you……"

Before he could utter any harsh words, the men standing behind him screamed in surprise.

"My hands have turned black and blisters have formed... They're so itchy!"

It immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

All I saw were small black bubbles with a full sheen, visibly swelling up along the black marks on the back of his hand.

It was like a strange piece of python skin, glittering with colorful colors in the sun.

"Ah! My face...my face has blisters too!"

Another of Yan Ji's men also started shouting.

But this time it was different. He felt something strange on his face, so he scratched it with his fingers and ended up breaking the blister.

At this moment, black mucus was slowly flowing down from his face, to his neck, and into his collar.

Wherever it goes, there is an itchy and stinging sensation, and similar blisters quickly swell up...

No matter how he wiped it, the hole on his face continued to ooze pus and there was no way to stop it.

He looked at Yan Ji helplessly and slowly approached him, "Boss Yan, save me, save me!"

"You, you, don't come over here...don't come over here!" Yan Ji panicked.

Of course he saw the power of those black blisters, which were like poisonous liquid that would cause blisters if touched.

Once a blister appears, countless blisters will quickly spread around it...

He looked like he had seen a ghost, and tried desperately to open Fu Hengyuan's car door.

"Hurry, let me get in the car, they are poisonous!"

Zhao Yue had already quickly closed the car window when the first person shouted.

This was not the first time he had seen this scene. He saw it last night when he followed his Boss Fu to support the resettlement camp.

The scene was horrifying!

Otherwise, given the seriousness of these soldiers, how could they willingly put on such funny headgear, covering themselves completely and going out like criminals.

The car door was locked from the inside and Yan Ji couldn't open it at all.

The special modified car that Fu Hengyuan was sitting in might not be able to be opened even if King Kong came.

Seeing that Fu Hengyuan's military vehicle was hopeless, Yan Ji quickly turned around and rushed towards his own car.

The two terrified and helpless subordinates naturally followed their boss's footsteps and ran towards the car.

Then, in addition to these two people, three more small leaders who looked like human beings also saw black blisters appearing on their bodies.

For a moment, the scene became a little chaotic.

The bodyguards who were originally standing in the sun, trying to teach the sleeping college students a lesson, all rushed towards the car.

The college students, who were covered with quilts, wrapped themselves more tightly at this moment and huddled together trembling.

As expected, when the convoy left the red-line farmland restricted area, the five patients who had already suffered seizures were ruthlessly left behind.

One of them was even knocked down and run over when he tried to stop their boss Yan's car.

There was a patch of black slime left on the ground.

Fu Hengyuan in the car frowned deeply, because the remaining four people were now running back towards them.

"Zhao Yue."

"yes!"

With a few low gunshots, four anesthetics were injected into the bodies of four people, and then they fell to the ground.

This is not a zombie, it's just a patient, a relatively difficult patient.

Three minutes later, the medical team's car arrived with red lights flashing.

The fully armed medical team members put four people lying unconscious on the ground and a crushed body into the car and rushed towards the medical center.

That night, hundreds of people, including Deputy Base Commander Yan Ji, were admitted to the medical center.

Everyone's skin has varying degrees of darkening and blisters spreading.

Compared with the physical pain, the mental torture is more tormenting for them.

It was only after the dangerous case of a senior leader that the command center was truly alert.

That evening, the base officials issued a mandatory ban on going out during the day, and violators would be held responsible.

After all, the official medical team is completely helpless against this kind of disease.

No matter whether precious antibiotics or any other medicine were injected, there was no effect.

On the contrary, due to the patients' extreme fear and desire to survive during the rescue process, many doctors were forced to be exposed to the terrifying black of the cracks.

This led to more deaths.

Unsurprisingly, after the Yan family briefly entered the base's high-level command center, they were cleared out and disappeared from the base's points ranking list.

Prior to this, 200 million points had already been transferred to the public account of the wasteland cultivation project through the government affairs center in the name of spiritual compensation.