Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 657 Centralized Processing

In order to prevent infected people from moving around, Kitano stipulated that everyone must stay in their own dormitories after leading the team here. Even those who are not infected are not allowed to go anywhere else, and meals are delivered by special people every day.

Therefore, the Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department was quiet all day long, and no one was walking outside except the medical soldiers on guard.

Now almost all the medical soldiers have been infected, but they still have to stick to their posts. Some of them even collapse while standing guard.

The entire epidemic prevention and water supply department was dead silent. Although those Japanese technicians were still alive, living was more miserable than death.

There were six people living in a dormitory. At this moment, there was a person lying on each bed in the room. No one spoke, only coughing and heavy breathing sounds.

The door was pushed open, and more than a dozen medical soldiers wearing protective suits and gas masks came in one after another. Each of them dragged an infected person out of the bed.

"What are you doing?" a Japanese technician who was dragged up asked with a cough.

The medic who was dragging him said, "Send you home!"

"Go home? Really? Go home, I want to go home!"

The six people were dragged out of the dormitory one by one and then taken to an open space near the incinerator. A medical soldier who had dragged them there said to them, "Wait here! Don't leave. If you get tired, you can sit on the ground and rest!"

"This is an incinerator. Why did you drag us here? Cough, cough, cough..." asked a Japanese technician who was coughing severely.

"The commander will come and talk to you later, just wait patiently!" the medical soldier said soothingly.

While they were talking, infected Japanese technicians, managers and medical soldiers were constantly dragged over and placed on the open space. Half an hour later, more than 300 people had been sent to the open space.

Although these people were infected and sick, their minds were still clear. They had a premonition of what was going to happen, but they still had hope of living.

After a while, Kitano came with a small team of medical soldiers. Under his command, these Japanese medical soldiers stood in several rows and placed light and heavy machine guns on the left and right sides.

Kitano stood at the back of the group and said to everyone, "Everyone, we are powerless to treat your condition. Not only can we not find more protective suits and gas masks, we don't even have effective treatment. We can't get support from the country or other epidemic prevention and water supply departments because they are also struggling. In order to prevent you from continuing to suffer, I can only order that you be sent to see the great god first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the seriously ill Japanese technicians and managers in the open space opposite knew what he was going to do. They angrily cursed Kitano, and some uttered heart-wrenching vicious curses for fear of death.

Kitano suppressed his guilt, took a few steps back, and waved his hands forward a few times.

"Stupid dick—"

"Bang bang bang...da da da..." Rifles, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns fired at the same time, and countless bullets were shot out like raindrops.

The seriously ill Japanese soldiers who had been cursing in the open space just now were shot one by one and fell down in groups like wheat being harvested.

The gunfire didn't stop until there was no one left standing.

The air was filled with a sickening mixture of gun smoke, blood, and decay.

Under Kitano's command, the surrounding medical soldiers stepped forward in groups of two, carrying the bodies one by one towards the nearby incinerator. When they reached the entrance of the incinerator, they threw the bodies in one after another until the incinerator could no longer hold any more.

According to the number of corpses put in each time and the time of each cremation, it would take two days of non-stop cremation to completely incinerate more than 300 corpses.

There are currently nearly 700 critically ill patients here. It will take about five days to treat all of them. And after five days, who knows how many mild and moderate symptoms will turn into severe cases?

So far, only dozens of people have had their symptoms alleviated after treatment, but none of them have recovered yet, so they cannot leave.

However, if they continue to stay here, there is a great possibility that they will be infected with other pathogens. For example, someone was infected with plague for the first time, and then got better, but was infected with anthrax within two days. No matter how lucky a person is, if he is locked up here all the time, the chance of survival is very small.

……

Gold City.

Sakagami was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back when he heard a knock on the door: "Knock, knock, knock"

"Come in!"

The office door was pushed open, and a lieutenant colonel walked in with a folder, closed the door behind him, and walked behind Sakagami to report: "Sir, there's a call from headquarters!"

"What did you say?" Sakagami asked without turning his head.

The lieutenant colonel opened the folder and took a look, then raised his head to report: "Headquarters said that the missing Kita Division has been found, but they... have all turned into corpses, and they returned suddenly. Let us investigate carefully to find out what happened to cause this phenomenon!"

"Also, the headquarters doesn't want the Kita Division's affairs to become known to everyone, as it will affect morale. We are required to keep the news strictly secret!"

"Also, order us to immediately implement Plan C. From now on, the country can only maintain weapons, equipment, ammunition, and specific military supplies. Food, military uniforms, combat shoes and socks, and other supplies will need to be raised by us here during the implementation of Plan C!"

Sakagami turned around, took the telegram, and looked at it, then sighed, "It seems the situation at headquarters is very bad. Now even food, uniforms, shoes and socks can't be supplied normally!"

The lieutenant colonel asked, "Sir, should the operational meeting for the attack on western Jiangxi still be held as scheduled?"

Sakagami thought for a moment and said, "Of course, we must hold the meeting as normal. Immediately notify the major garrison officers in Jiangnan and the pseudo-officials we support to come to the meeting within three days and prepare to implement Plan C."

"Hayi!"

A few days later in the morning, Zhang Yunhe was directing workers at the dock to load goods onto a cargo ship. The goods borrowed from Jardine Matheson's warehouse and other foreign companies were piled up on the dock. He only had one day to load all the goods onto the ship, otherwise it would affect the transshipment of goods for other merchants. If he delayed for one more day, he would face a huge fine.

At this moment, he felt the Tiexue computer vibrating, indicating that a phone call was coming in. He immediately said a few words to the foreman and left.

After arriving at a secluded place, Zhang Yunhe answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Late last night, I received news that Sakagami had convened a meeting to launch a comprehensive offensive against western Jiangxi. He planned to deploy four divisions and two mixed brigades to attack the Third War Zone from the east, southeast, northwest, and north. These units are..."

The call was from Matsushima, and the information was consistent with the information provided by Matsui a few days ago. It was just that Sakagami might have had this plan at the time, but had not revealed it to others, so Matsui did not know the detailed plan. The information received by Matsushima was obviously learned by Sakagami after he held a combat meeting.

Therefore, the information provided by Matsushima should be more reliable. After all, it even includes which Japanese troops participated in the battle and the specific time.