This World Is Seriously Ill

"I don't know what you're talking about! Get out of my way! I'm taking Emma to the hospital!"

At this moment, Robert, the shop owner who had little grasp of the situation, driven by his love for his daughter, roughly shoved Uncle Kevin aside, preparing to carry the unconscious Emma to the city hospital for treatment.

"I can save her! If you want her to live, listen to me!"

Kevin snapped back to his senses, grabbing Robert's shoulder firmly, his voice low and strained.

"Get lost..." The irate father's face twisted with fury, the usually gentle good-natured man now like an enraged lion.

"If Emma doesn't get better, you can use this on me!"

Just as the shop owner was boiling with rage, Kevin snatched Ada's gun and casually handed it to the father.

Robert froze. Though he didn't understand why this kid was staking his life on it, he vaguely sensed that his daughter's "illness" was no ordinary thing.

"Anje! Sorry, I need to borrow your stuff again."

Kevin softly called Angela by her nickname. The little girl came downstairs and obediently handed over the backpack in her hands.

This thing was way more expensive than an ice cream cone...

With a pained expression, Kevin took out the metal case, and from within the freezing gas, pulled out a second green antidote.

After a simple intravenous injection, within just five minutes, the red rash on Emma's face had faded considerably, and her breathing steadied. Robert's anxious heart finally began to settle.

"Is it Uncle Kevin? Ice cream cone! I want an ice cream cone!"

The little girl, groggily opening her eyes, saw Kevin holding her and spoke in a weak voice brimming with surprising vitality.

"Call me big brother!" His face darkened, and he immediately tapped the little girl's nose, then disdainfully handed this brat back to her father to take care of.

He decided he'd eat the whole box of strawberry ice cream cones he'd put in the freezer yesterday all by himself!

Antidote! Mayor Warren stared at the spiral glass vial of the antidote, his eyes fixed, his heart racing.

Kevin casually tossed the vial, which still had some residual antidote, to Mayor Warren, then took a deep breath and began laying out his next steps.

"First, control the scope of infection!"

"Starting now, order the garrison to immediately seal off all entrances and exits of Raccoon City. No one in or out—don't even let a pigeon through!"

Mayor Warren nodded in agreement, casually tore a blank page from the Bible, picked up a black pen, and diligently took notes.

Hypocrite! Claire was speechless at the mayor's desecration of the Bible.

Clearly, expecting a politician who prioritized profit to have any sincere faith was utterly absurd.

"Second, calm the people and announce preventive measures!"

"Order the radio stations to broadcast citywide that a new flu virus has spread to Raccoon City. Patients will show symptoms like colds, rashes, and fever within a short time."

"Also, the incubation period is about 12 to 24 hours. Once the symptoms erupt, patients will become delirious and highly aggressive. Recommend aiming for the head and shooting on the spot!"

"Furthermore, fluid transmission is the most direct and fastest route. Whatever you do, don't let a patient bite you!"

Mayor Warren frowned deeply at this.

Though he hesitated to speak, he kept writing.

"Third, immediately set up quarantine zones. Deploy medical staff, police, and military personnel for a citywide screening. Anyone with similar symptoms must be isolated and quarantined immediately!"

"On top of that, impose martial law across the city. Residents who pass the screening and are healthy must stay home and wait for further notice. If they go out, they'll need to be re-screened and registered!"

Mayor Warren couldn't fully accept Kevin's second and third decrees.

"This will likely cause panic among the residents. Shooting the infected on the spot is too brutal, and there will definitely be families who refuse to be separated. These measures will be hard to enforce!"

Kevin slammed his fist on the table, his face cold as he roared.

"Enforce my ass! I'm telling you to do it by force! Are the military and the police's riot units carrying sticks or what?!"

"Are you really worried about your approval ratings when everyone in Raccoon City is about to die?!"

But in the end, the boy took a deep breath, thought it over, and offered a concrete compromise.

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Section 29 Chapter 28: The Threat of "Tomahawk Takeout"

"Forget it, we don't have to shoot them..."

"Let's just designate the sparsely populated East District as an emergency quarantine zone. After relocating the original residents, anyone showing symptoms of T-Virus infection must be locked down in the East District!"

"After explaining the virus's contagiousness, if family members refuse to be separated, allow them to enter the East District!"

Mayor Warren had a headache. Allowing those unwilling to part from their families to enter the East District was essentially abandoning them too.

The cost was far too heavy.

"Is there any other way? Like releasing the T-Virus data?"

Kevin had had enough of this politician's dithering. He grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall, yelling.

"Release the T-Virus data? Raccoon City has a population of 100,000! Almost every household has a gun. Once they find out the truth, what do you think will happen?"

"They'll find every way to vent their panic and anger! Are you trying to incite a riot, you idiot?!"

"If chaos spreads and they try to re-establish order, I guarantee that every last soldier from the garrison and police station outside the city will be thrown in—and they won't even make a ripple!"

"Even if they raze the Umbrella Corporation to the ground, what then? Who will they turn their fury on next?"

"Don't forget which big shot gave Umbrella the green light all the way!"

"And if these T-Virus carriers slip out of town tonight and spread to other states through the transport network..."

"By then, not even Washington crawling out of its coffin or Jesus descending could save America!"

Facing reality, Mayor Warren finally accepted the tense situation with a pale face, offering unconditional support for all of Kevin's arrangements.

After all, this man was a senior agent of the "Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance," whose experience absolutely dwarfed everyone present.

"Remember, seal off the East District completely. Let people in, but no one out—don't even let a fly escape!"

"If anyone tries to force their way through, shoot them on sight!"

Even hearing these cold, blood-soaked words, Mayor Warren could only nod numbly.

Because entering the East District to care for sick relatives was their right.

But everyone had to pay the price for their choices, and he had to consider the safety of all Raccoon City!

"By the way, how many stray cats and dogs are there in Raccoon City?"

Kevin looked out the window at a few little creatures rummaging through trash cans for food, his expression suddenly shifting as if something had struck him.

"Raccoon City is close to the Acre Mountains, with complex surroundings. Plus, shelter space is limited. There are at least a thousand stray cats and dogs roaming wild..."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

The mayor, having calmed his emotions, now showed the steadiness of a politician, earnestly questioning Kevin's words.

A problem? Hell yes, there's a problem!

Kevin sucked in a cold breath. In his past life's memories, the movie Biohazard Crisis 2 hadn't dwelled much on the stray cat and dog issue.

But reality often differed wildly from art. Animals infected with the T-Virus were far more agile and lethal than humans.

Forget a thousand infected zombie cats and dogs—even a few hundred would be enough to massacre the fully armed Raccoon City Police Department a dozen times over!

Imagining the scene when the T-Virus fully erupted and the Raccoon City garrison was hunted down by packs of zombie cats and dogs, Kevin didn't find it funny—it sent chills down his spine.

"Order the Raccoon City Police Department to pull personnel and immediately cull all stray cats and dogs in the city showing similar symptoms!"

"If necessary, better to kill the wrong ones than let one slip by!"

Under Kevin's stern demands, Mayor Warren nodded without objection, but asked the boy in a deferential tone.

"If we're considering T-Virus infection in animals, Raccoon City has over a dozen zoos that need checking. Plus, the RPD has quite a few retired police dogs..."

"So, for such a large operation, we need a proper reason."

Forgot about the zoos...

A hint of surprise showed in Kevin's eyes. He was starting to appreciate Mayor Warren.

"Say... this new flu virus is transmitted from animals to humans—they're the original source..."

The boy, without any psychological burden, pinned the T-Virus blame on innocent animals.

Then, a flicker of conscience made him revise his initial "kill order."

"No rush to take down these infected animals. Throw them into the East District and lock them up—there's plenty of space there anyway."

With his right hand tapping a steady rhythm on the table, Kevin smiled faintly, as if recalling some good news.

"Fourth, speed up the development of the antidote."

"I recommend placing Dr. Charles and his family under government protection, and officially commandeer Umbrella Corporation's ground-level research institute in Raccoon City."

Right! The T-Virus's creator was already on their side. With enough time and materials, mass production might be possible.

Even if they got nothing, releasing news of a "vaccine" formula would definitely stabilize public morale.

As long as there was even a sliver of hope, people wouldn't take desperate risks.

Mayor Warren couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this thought, rekindling hope for the future.

A politician's wishful thinking! Kevin shook his head slightly. He always planned for the worst, which was why he wasn't at a loss even in this dire situation.

But regardless, Dr. Charles and his family's safety could be ensured.

"Also, if we produce an antidote, prioritize equipping frontline troops, then government officials—don't distribute it privately!"

The raw materials for the antidote were theoretically rare. Even if mass production was possible, the quantity would be limited.

Good steel goes on the blade. So the frontline troops and government officials responsible for maintaining order couldn't be compromised.

Mayor Warren nodded slightly, agreeing to everything.

"Fifth, immediately order rescue forces to report to the Raccoon City Police Department. No later than eight o'clock—even if they have to die, they die there!"

"We're leaving now. If no word comes by eight tonight, you must lead the uninfected out of Raccoon City!"

"Remember to organize armored units to cover the retreat. Ordinary officers and soldiers can't withstand the Corpse Tide!"

"If necessary, blow up all bridges and roads!"

This desperate resolve surprised Mayor Warren, stirring unease in his heart once more.

"By the way, do you have any friends in Congress or the Pentagon?"

Kevin, utterly unconcerned, tapped his own head with a curled finger, slung an arm around Mayor Warren's shoulder, and asked in a low voice.

"Yes." After a brief silence, Mayor Warren felt an inexplicable surge in his chest, then gave a clear, unequivocal answer.

A political creature—who didn't have some kind of organization?

Just toss out a big enough piece of cheese, and even those American gentlemen from the opposite party, who'd only met you once, would dig up your ancestors to claim kinship by the scent.

"Once you've pulled back far enough, remember to order a Tomahawk Takeout to clean up the surface."

The half-joking tone made Mayor Warren's pupils snap tight.

He understood exactly what Kevin meant: call in the military and the president, nuke Raccoon City, and wipe out all the zombies and the T-Virus for good.

But bombing American soil with nuclear weapons was too horrifying to contemplate—such a deranged move had never crossed his mind.

"Hopefully, you'll be the ones ordering the takeout, not the Umbrella Corporation's delivery man showing up at your door before you've even left..."

Hearing Kevin's muttered words, Mayor Warren's heart started pounding again.

One nuke could destroy nearly all the evidence—quite a bargain...

It wasn't impossible! Cold sweat beaded finely on the mayor's wrinkled forehead.

"Claire, you and the Matt siblings take care of Dr. Charles and his family."

"If things go south, take them to London for shelter. Tell your brother Chris."

"These people have evidence that can shut down Umbrella Corporation and the formula for the antidote!"

Kevin, who didn't fully trust the government, whispered to Claire before leaving, leaving a contingency in place.