Chapter 77 Chapter Seventy-Seven

Three gray pickups approached Perry and screeched to a stop on the snow.Like a colony of ants rushing down from the mound, soldiers in biochemical protective suits came out in an instant.On top of the bulky white protective suits, they also wore a bulletproof vest with the words "CIA" written in bright yellow on the front, chest and back.The police in this area all converge on the pickup truck, but keep their distance from the strangely dressed soldiers carrying the deadly FN-P90 submachine gun. Margaret was the first to rush to Darcy's side.She knelt beside his charred body, her knees sunk in puddles of steaming blood.She looked away from a hand that was clutching a severed penis.

He was still breathing, but she didn't know how much longer he could keep breathing.She had never seen someone so badly injured still alive.She didn't see the triangle on him, but since he's covered in blood and has third-degree burns everywhere, it's hard to tell.But he was alive, and at least she could start to do something about it. She nearly jumped when he spoke. "There's a knock at the door," said Darcy. "I'm going to Wagamega. Do me a favor and open the door and let them in." Margaret swallowed.She could hardly believe her eyes. "Open that damn green door, you bloody bitch!" Darcy's big hand suddenly grabbed her hazmat suit and yanked her off until his mouth touched her face shield, spattering blood and spittle. to the translucent plastic panel.His wildly wide eyes were within an inch of hers.

"Someone's knocking on that damn door!" Du appeared suddenly and struck Darcy on the cheek with the butt of his revolver, adding another wound.Darcy flinched, but continued to growl.His eyes burned with mad rage. Du Fei knocked twice in quick succession.Darcy's hand was loosened, and he lay back on the ground with his eyes half-opened and a smile still on his face. "It's so fucking cool!" Du said. Margaret struggled to regain her composure, her breathing became rapid and she began to gasp.At that second, she was sure that Darcy would tear her clothes and pinch her neck.He moved so fast and so violently.She stood up and waved to two soldiers waiting with stretchers. "Bandage the wound, hurry! Bind him, he is dangerous."

She could only imagine what the poor man had been through.What could cause someone to self-mutilate to such an extent?Margaret wondered if he still had some answers. She didn't know what horrible things would happen in the next time.But for Perry Darcy, the infection was over.But for the rest of the world, it's just the beginning.