Kill Two Birds with One Stone

These people began going door to door, entering every RV, every tent, every tin shack, dragging out the people inside and lining them up in an open area.

"What are you doing?" a white man near the front of the line shouted.

"Technology saves the world, innovation creates the future, and intubation brings peace. In order to address the frequent occurrence of Anomalies, we need to..." A doctor stepped forward, took a helmet with a tube from a case, and gave him a brief explanation.

"I don't want to be intubated! Get out of my house!" the white man snarled.

Bang!

A gunshot was his answer. The white man collapsed limply, a bullet hole appearing between his brows. The anger still lingered on his face.

"Potential sources of infection must be eliminated," said the armed man who had fired, his tone indifferent.

No one else showed any expression. After all, their faces were hidden behind helmets.

Big Cat stared blankly, its legs instinctively tightening.

Wenren Sheng was hardly frightened by a mere gunshot. He simply had not expected Miken to have reached such a state.

Where was even a trace of freedom left?

But he quickly understood. This was normal. Once they reached the brink of survival or extinction, they would no longer care about all that superficial nonsense. Everything would shift into a wartime system.

Yes, this was how it should be.

Once the Miken rulers, who held absolute military power, became serious, they would no longer be so incompetent.

"Ah, they killed someone!" someone cried out.

"Oh my God, look at what you've done!" A plump old woman covered her mouth in disbelief.

One after another, the crowd stared at the dead man in horror. Yet some secretly drew their own guns, while even more people wanted to