Deep within the central control console, the indicator lights of the not-yet-completely-destroyed servers flashed wildly.
The Blacklight data interface that evolved from Chen Mo's small tentacle was continuously writing information about Blood of Apollo into his brain.
On the screen, the red dots on the global map were densely packed, almost suffocatingly so. Each flashing red dot represented a medical node or distribution center that had already received " Blood of Apollo." It wasn't a targeted drug to save lives, but rather a trigger for disease disguised as technology.
Countless red dots are scattered across major cities, as if someone has riddled the entire Earth with holes.
Barry swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"No, how many people have actually received this vaccine?"
"That's quite a lot. Based on the current scale of the service centers and production capacity, it's at least over 100 million."
Chen Mo raised his hand, and the Blacklight Virus at his fingertips spread wildly along the server interface, instantly taking over the Foundation's underlying database.
Encrypted files were forcibly unlocked one by one.
[ Blood of Apollo series vaccines, total distribution: 376.4 million.]
[Human adaptability rate: 99.97%]
[Hidden Factor Status: Dormant.]
[Unified Activation Agreement: Received.]
Upon seeing the last line, Barry's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"No! When was this unified activation agreement sent out?"
"Judging from the timing, it was when that thing in the incubation chamber had just woken up."
Chen Mo turned his head, his tone no longer carrying any hint of jest.
"It wasn't initiated by the Foundation; it was a pre-designed program that automatically sends a signal once a certain condition is met."
Clark walked to the control panel, his face deathly pale.
He stared at the constantly flashing global map, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking. Faced with this latent genetic toxin that had infiltrated every corner of human society, even a god among men felt a sense of despair, a feeling of helplessness.
"So, Zod hasn't even started destroying Earth yet, and these people are already going to turn into monsters? Over 300 million people are going to die like this?! Are you kidding me?!"
"Hey, I need to correct something here."
Chen Mo raised his hand and swiped across the screen, and a line of eye-catching data popped up next to the red dot.
[Active conversion probability: 0.01 percent.]
"According to experimental data, not everyone will transform, although if just one in ten thousand people successfully becomes a monster, it will be enough to make this planet lively."
Barry counted on his fingers for two seconds, his expression improving slightly, but still looking as ugly as if he'd stepped in dog poop.
"In other words, while not everyone will turn into a monster, there will be at least 10,000 of these monsters out of a hundred million people?"
"Bingo, you're right, but that's just a very conservative estimate."
Chen Mo grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.
"Who told you that the answer the computer gives you is the standard answer? These factors have been in the human body for so long, who knows what new tricks they've learned inside?"
"No! We must find the entire supply chain and distribution points immediately!" Clark turned sharply, his deep blue eyes fixed on Chen Mo, his gaze filled with unprecedented anxiety. "Go to customs, go to the pharmaceutical factory, go to the hospital! We must find those drugs and the patients..."
"You want to notify them one by one? That's ridiculous! That's nearly 400 million people!"
"Save as many as you can!"
Without hesitation, Clark turned to look at the broken communication equipment in the hall.
Even if it can only save one more person, we—no, I must do it.
Chen Mo stared at him for a few seconds, then raised his hand and pointed to the control panel.
"Alright, then stop standing there giving your speeches. Barry, go find the signal generators and see if destroying them will make a difference."
"OK!"
Barry nodded, and a red arc of electricity flashed by.
The next second, a series of rapid explosions rang out inside the base.
The power supply box, communication tower, backup server, and several signal repeaters hidden behind the wall were all dismantled by Barry into parts scattered all over the floor.
However, the number of red dots on the map did not decrease.
Instead, it started flashing at an even faster speed.
Barry continued his charge, trying to stop it all from happening, while Clark also set off from the address he had just seen, attempting to prevent the disaster.
Chen Mo tapped the control panel lightly with his index finger; the Blacklight Virus had already tracked down the signal source along the data link.
"That's quite an interesting move, isn't it? Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."
In a city somewhere on Earth before Barry and Clark's operation.
The cultists who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy from General Zod, the thugs who were frantically buying luxury goods for free, and even the police officers who were cowering behind the police car and trembling, all froze in the same second.
"Ugh... Ahhhhh!"
A bloodcurdling scream shattered the chaos in the street.
A thug who was the Batman Who Laughs while clutching Rolex watch suddenly fell heavily to the ground, his hands pressed tightly against his chest, his entire body contorting in an exaggerated, backward contortion!
Pfft!
With a muffled thud as flesh was torn apart, the clothes on his back burst open instantly! Several grayish-white bone spurs, dripping with blood and viscous fluid, abruptly rose from the ground on either side of his spine!
"Holy crap! A monster! He's a monster!"
"Help! Help me! There's something moving inside my skin... there's something moving inside my skin!"
"Run! Ugh... Ughhhhhh!"
Screams, cries, and the monster's roars instantly echoed throughout the city.
On the streets and alleys, countless ordinary people who had been injected with the so-called " Cancer Cleanser " or "Immune-Targeted Vaccine" knelt down one after another. Their eyes turned scarlet, their subcutaneous muscles swelled and deformed wildly like violently boiling magma, and grayish-white keratinous carapaces spread rapidly down their necks!
Immediately afterwards, the second person collapsed.
The third one.
The tenth.
The screams from the street instantly merged into one.
Some people frantically dialed emergency services, some drove their cars through the crowd and fled, and others knelt on the ground to pray.
But the phone lines are already busy, cars can't outrun Doomsday, and God isn't home today.
On every street, many more people could only hug their own bodies, watching helplessly as grotesque, grayish-white hard armor bulged beneath their skin.
On the television screen in the shop window, General Zod was still repeating that chilling ultimatum.
You are not alone.
This statement is like the end of a countdown, announcing the arrival of the Doomsday army.
Current number of Doomsday: 41,000