Chapter 208: Order Is Gone

After witnessing all of this, Ye Cang turned and left the little Japan.

Everything that follows must now be left to time.

The Bacteriophage needs time to spread; after about 8 hours, the spread will reach its peak.

After 16 hours, the first batch of deaths will occur.

At that time, there will only be one thing for him to do: watch the show.

After returning to his office, Ye Cang dialed the old man's phone number, and after briefly explaining what he had done,

he turned on the real-time monitoring modified by Zhizi, poured a cup of hot water, and began to wait patiently.

As for what Ye Cang had done, no one on the side of the little Japan knew.

In the blink of an eye, 8 hours passed.

Ye Cang went to the little Japan again to conduct a sample test.

After the test, it was learned that all the little Japan people had already been infected with the Bacteriophage.

Upon learning this result, Ye Cang returned to Huaxia, feeling satisfied, and continued to wait.

In the blink of an eye, another 15 hours passed.

The little Japan side was still full of joy, completely unaware that the Death God had already aimed his scythe's blade at the little Japan.

At this moment, the Emperor of the little Japan was holding a mobilization ceremony.

"Great warriors of the Japan!"

"Today, we will officially activate that mysterious team, a team that dealt a fatal blow to Huaxia many years ago!"

"Now, after many years, it is about to unsheathe its edge once again!"

"As long as it strikes, we, the Japanese, shall surely be invincible!"

"The world will be ours sooner or later!"

Following these words from the Emperor of the Japanese, the warriors standing below immediately shouted the word "victory," their voices deafening.

The Emperor of the Japanese made a gesture for silence.

The warriors immediately shut their mouths.

"Next, we invite the captain of that team to come up and speak!"

As the words fell, a person with a toothbrush mustache walked onto the stage and began to speak.

It turned out that his speech was no small matter; it actually turned into a long-winded lecture.

He spoke for a full hour before putting down the microphone, still feeling unsatisfied.

At this time, the Emperor of the Japanese had long since grown impatient; seeing the captain put down the microphone, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

He was terrified that the captain would pick up the microphone again and speak for another while.

However, the moment the Emperor of the Japanese grasped the captain's hand,

a "squelch" sound was heard.

The captain's hand was actually crushed instantly.

This frightened the Emperor of the Japanese, who hurriedly looked down.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked, but this look nearly scared his soul away.

He saw that the arm he had gripped had turned into a thin piece of human skin, and clear water was continuously flowing out from within the skin.

One can imagine just how great the impact of this scene was.

After a brief silence,

there was a scream that pierced the sky.

"Ahhh!"

"You, what happened to your hand!" The Emperor of the Japanese looked at the captain with a face full of terror.

The captain, at this moment, had not yet fully reacted.

He scratched his head with his other hand and replied, "Your Majesty the Emperor, isn't my hand perfectly fine?"

As he spoke, he raised the hand that was now only a piece of skin.

When he saw this scene himself,

he stood there, stunned.

Then came another scream that pierced the sky.

"Ahhh! My hand! What happened to my hand! Why has it turned into a piece of skin, and why is clear water flowing out of it!"

"What's even more terrifying is, why don't I feel any pain!"

Following his words, another large gush of clear water flowed out from where the human skin had broken.

This time, his arm had turned into clear water.

"My arm, my arm!" Another scream.

The Emperor of the Japanese on the side knew that this could not continue.

So he hurriedly called for guards in hazmat suits to drag the captain away.

However, just as the two soldiers in hazmat suits approached, before they could even touch the captain,

the captain's eyes suddenly widened, and then, in full view of everyone, he completely dissolved into a pool of clear water, leaving behind only a complete piece of human skin.

Everyone present clearly witnessed such a terrifying scene.

They were so scared that they didn't even dare to breathe.

They were terrified that the next person to turn into clear water would be themselves.

The Emperor of the Japanese, standing to the side, swallowed hard and finally managed to regain his senses.

"Quick, quickly take this human skin away and burn it!"

"Also, go get some disinfectant and give this place a thorough cleaning!"

Following his order, someone immediately came up to begin processing the scene.

As he looked at the soldiers below, he was in no mood to speak.

This mobilization meeting was dismissed just like that, in a hasty manner.

Upon returning, the Emperor of the Foot-Basin Chicken immediately began investigating the matter, seeking to understand what exactly was going on.

However, as time passed, incidents of living people turning into clear water and human skin continued to unfold, growing increasingly intense with no sign of stopping.

Very soon, the situation reached a point of no return.

At first, it was just isolated phenomena, but later it became such that anyone on the street could turn into clear water and human skin.

Now, all sorts of bizarre urban legends were spreading throughout the Foot-Basin Chicken, and all kinds of illegal activities were taking place there.

Order had vanished completely, and fear permeated the Foot-Basin Chicken.

Every person in the Foot-Basin Chicken had witnessed with their own eyes how a living person turned into clear water and human skin.

In the blink of an eye, another 12 hours passed.

The number of people currently alive in the Foot-Basin Chicken was only half of what it had been at the start.

Miraculously, the Emperor of the Little Foot-Basin Chicken was actually still alive.

Not only was he alive, he was doing quite well.

He even sent out a distress signal to John Bull and the Eagle Sauce.

Watching one person after another beside him turn into clear water and human skin.

The Emperor of the Little Foot-Basin Chicken could not help but offer a prayer.

"Oh gods, please save the Little Foot-Basin Chicken, do not let this terrible disaster continue to spread!"

However, his prayer was destined to go unanswered.

The Emperor of the Little Foot-Basin Chicken let out a long sigh and dialed a phone number.

"Hello, how is your research into this disaster coming along? Can you stop this disaster?"

A response soon came from the other side of the phone.

"I am truly sorry, Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Regarding this disaster, we have found a lead; we have preliminarily determined that a Bacteriophage has mutated, causing it to attack human cells indiscriminately."

"That is why this current disaster has been caused."

"As for stopping this disaster, we are powerless..."

When they reached this point, the other end of the phone suddenly went quiet.

This caused the Emperor of the Little Foot-Basin Chicken to fly into a rage instantly.

"Baka!"

"Why did you stop talking mid-sentence! Do you know that doing this is an insult to me! You should commit seppuku to apologize! You bastard!"

After this roar of anger, there was still no sound from the other side of the phone.