Alvin had held his ground in the Sewers, but without his control, the Golden Vine couldn't handle complex tasks.
The evacuation of Harlem was still underway. Even when a brief sandstorm hit and the Witch attacked, the passenger vehicles driven by several professional racers from the Racing Family never stopped running.
After all, Harlem was more or less ruined by what had happened.
Alvin and the others were responsible for dealing with the Witch crisis, but finding shelter for nearly 500,000 people had become a massive headache.
President Ellis bravely toured the Temporary Hospital without any protection...
Erikson Rush, the head honcho of the Los Angeles Medical Association, followed the president the entire way, looking at him as though he were insane.
The stern doctor couldn't understand how a highly educated president could act so foolishly.
A highly contagious virus could spread in many ways. Any kind of contact might infect a healthy person.
A respected president entering a hospital without protection was practically like a pretty girl in a sundress hitching a ride in India. Either way, it was bound to end badly...
President Ellis noticed the peculiar look in the eyes of the doctor hovering beside him. Unfazed, he picked up a piece of fruit from the tray of a black man who was about to dig in and took a bite...
The black man in the hospital gown stared at him wide-eyed. President Ellis smiled and said, "Buddy, the food here is pretty good!
Why hasn't anyone brought me a decent dinner?
Who's the prettiest nurse here? I'm going to file a complaint..."
The man lying in bed wasn't easily rattled. Once he realized who had stolen his fruit...
In response to President Ellis's question, the man pointed excitedly at Temple, who was giving a patient an