1235 Wind Up 1

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"What time is it?"

"My Lord, it is nine o'clock in the morning," a medic in the hospital carefully answered.

Vulture No. 2 stood in thought in the hospital's main conference room. She lowered her head to looked at the mobile phone in his hand. She was still holding on to a walking stick but her thoughts were somewhere on White Crab Island.

"Based on the rough estimate of our data, the entire East side of Slann has been infected by over two million people. It's still unknown on the range it has spread out but we are trying our best to transfer everyone into quarantine."

The Sanitary Minister sitting beside him drew large breaths on his cigarette. He was pale white as he hadn't slept all night. A man who was only sixty-five years old had a face full of wrinkles and was overwhelmed with fatigue. He looked like he was over eighty.

"And all that could head up are dispatched?" No. 2 asked in low voice.

"What more can we do?

"We have done whatever @@