Ughhh... Ughh...
At this moment, on the streets of Loja, many people were wandering around with blood flowing from their mouths and noses, their eyes vacant, and they were making some kind of low growls.
When ordinary people pass by, they can't help but approach them.
But that's all there is to it.
Ordinary people only need to quicken their pace, even if some are still surrounded, they won't do anything drastic, just...
It's just surrounding normal people, and with a little effort, you can push them away and escape.
?
Seeing this, Leon was puzzled, but his first reaction was to reach for his waist, open the tool bag hanging on his left side, take out a filter that looked like a black mask, and put it on.
Due to mosquitoes, climate, and other ecological factors, as well as close contact with wild animals, Africa suffers from countless infectious diseases.
During his school days, Leon had heard about it through textbooks. After being transferred to the Kenyan base, Krauser strictly ordered him not to go to local African villages or cities during his leave, and he could only entertain himself within the base.
While it might disrupt the normal lives of local residents, the most crucial point is that Krausser doesn't want them to die from some unknown virus.
Therefore, in the face of the situation in Loja, Leon's first priority is to ensure his own health and guard against diseases that may be transmitted through the air. Those people with strange behavior are also temporarily classified as patients by Leon.
He then went to a small alley and took out a handgun from its holster. It was an HK USP.40 model that had been adjusted and fitted with an RMR red dot sight.
And the instant after taking it out, he performed a one handed inspection of the bullet.
The RMR red dot sight used by Leon stands for Ruggedized Miniature Reflex, which was originally developed by Wingwing Optics and launched in 2009, but was brought forward by Atlas by nearly 30 years.
Just as Sui Yang had previously set out for the company's development policy, the focus was placed on the research of individual soldier equipment. Moreover, Sui Yang also conveyed the design concepts from before the transmigration to the research department, which resulted in Atlas having a wide variety of products in this area.
Atlas's Tactical Innovations (ATI) division, for example, launching competitive, combat, and stealth versions of popular firearms, as well as related modifications. While reducing weight and improving performance, it also indirectly enhance the appearance of the firearms and provide customers with customized services.
Furthermore, Atlas frequently sponsors Hollywood action and crime films, allowing the male and female leads or supporting characters to use Tactical Industries firearms.
This maximizes the "star effect" and also maximizes Atlas's profits.
However, Leon did not choose their company's fancy products, and even the ARS squad rarely used them.
Because of its advantages such as reduced weight and ultralight trigger, the rifle is suitable for civilian competitive use, such as the IPSC. However, in the eyes of soldiers, it is a symbol of reduced reliability and easy accidental discharge. Moreover, the investigation department and the ARS company have dedicated gunsmiths.
now.
After confirming that it was loaded, Leon engaged the safety, placing the pistol in a ready to fire state before returning it to its holster.
Although the patients didn't seem threatening, his intuition told him that something was wrong.
especially since their symptoms resembled those of the hypothetical enemies and creatures they had learned about during their training, zombies.
Leon pulled up his left sleeve, revealing the personal computer on his forearm, and immediately reported the situation in Roja Town.
Next, he accessed a satellite view on his computer, tapped the screen with his right index finger, and finally confirmed his location and the path to a certain place.
As he left the alley, Leon didn't forget to put on the hood of his windbreaker to try and conceal his appearance.
On his way to his destination, he noticed that some patients would suddenly roll their eyes upward, fall straight to the ground, and convulse for a while.
During this period, the local residents finally responded.
But it wasn't a rescue attempt, they were just watching from a distance.
Once the patient has completely stiffened and is no longer moving, the onlookers will simply carry them away and dump them in the bushes or corners away from the road.
Even though Leon was somewhat prepared, he still couldn't understand the act of carelessly discarding a corpse after witnessing this scene...
But if you think about it carefully, the people here simply don't have the opportunity to acquire even a basic level of knowledge about epidemic prevention.
He is indeed determined to uphold justice, but addressing the root causes of the problem is beyond his scope of consideration
He just have some feelings about it.
Furthermore, the residents of Loja's complacent behavior made Leon realize that this phenomenon had likely been going on for some time.
He continued along the relatively secluded road for more than ten minutes until he arrived at a three story building, one of the few in the town of Loja, constructed of cement and steel.
The shops on the ground floor have signs written in both English and French, including supermarkets, barbershops, and a club whose sign flashes pink lights and is marked by red high heels.
Leon's target is that club that is also open 24 hours a day.
But he didn't go very far.
"Hey! Kid, what are you doing here?" A burly man with a buzz cut, over 1.9 meters tall and arms at least 50 centimeters circumference, blocked the doorway and stopped Leon.
Seeing this, Leon pulled down his hood and said, "I came here looking for work, I'm a little short on cash lately."
Upon hearing this, the burly man looked at Leon suspiciously for a few moments before stepping aside and reaching out to help open the door: "Go in, but don't cause trouble, or I won't hesitate to crack your head open."
"Thank you."
Thump...thump...!
Upon entering the club, the deafening sound of electronic music immediately assaulted his senses. He saw a heavily make up female receptionist sitting behind a cubicle fitted with burglar bars, and on the window was a sign that read 'Guns Must Be Handed In.'
Hesitated for a moment.
He still took out his sidearm, disengaged the safety, and handed it over through the slot in the security window.
After all, this was a gathering place for freelance mercenaries that Leon had paid an extra $10 to ask the bartender about. Only by going inside could he possibly obtain high value intelligence.
Walking through the dimly lit passage.
Upon arriving at the spacious dance floor and bar area, the first thing that catches the eye is the neon lights outlining the graceful figures of the dancers on stage, making the place exude a pink and restless atmosphere.
"Yay! Let's twist! Let's twist!"
"Hahaha! I'll take one off and show everyone!"
"Hell yeah! Shake that ass!"
The mercenaries surrounding the dance floor were cheering wildly and spending money recklessly to vent their pent up emotions.
However, what immediately caught Leon's attention was a group of people sitting in a corner booth, whose attire and attitude were completely out of place here.
Teacher and students?
There was an old man with glasses and a full head of white hair, while the other three men and one woman all looked like they had just graduated from school.