On the other side, many people clutched their arms and shoulders, crying out anxiously about whether they would be infected.
"This isn't the zombie virus, and it doesn't spread through blood!"
The investigator sighed, took out a specially made communication device, attached it to his shoulder, and turned on the loudspeaker function to start broadcasting in an effort to reduce the panic.
He then met with the spokesperson for the gang power that dominated this cluster of buildings to understand the situation and notify the relevant units to prepare vehicles for the transport of the injured.
"Hey, our boss wants you to come and have a look at this."
A curly-haired boy ran over while the investigator was handling the situation.
"I'll go take a look."
The driving investigator said and followed the curly-haired boy into the corridor on the first floor, where they found a broken door.
