My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 734

Nicole’s car ran over those burnt corpses, making some scalp-numbing crackling noise.

After a series of confrontations, Michel Castle opened its gate. The gate dropped on the moat, forming a bridge. Several cars drove out from the castle, and quite a number of men wearing chemical protection suits came down to clean the battlefield.

There had been outsiders coming to the castle recently. They were either desperate small forces or civilians infected by the Virs-18, asking for help with their last breath.

The people from the castle never showed mercy to those seeking help. They just left them to die. Layers and layers of rotten corpses were piling right outside of the castle, letting out a pungent smell. The bones of those who died from Virs-18 would be corroded by germs, and even stray dogs wouldn’t go near them.

War required ammunition supply, and they were the supplier; a plague meant a need for a cure, and they were selling it.

They had no mercy nor compassion—they would sell the cure as long as people could afford it. Unfortunately, the leaders in Africa were too reserved and refused to pay the Michel Group the price they offered.

They were waiting for the international organizations to pressure them into providing the cure for free.

Monsters would never speak of mercy, and they had no idea what kindness was.

All they cared about was the benefit they would get.

Nicole’s car stopped nearby. She realized that there were many infected people who came with the same intention. They quickly went over to the people from the castle and sought help as the battlefire ceased.

Among the dozen of ulcerating infected people, Nicole was the only healthy one. Her sullen face, which was covered in blood and dirt, was full of determination. She piggybacked Sophia as she walked in between the group of zombie-like infected people. She felt as if she was walking to hell with a group of walking dead, and she was extremely afraid.

The air was filled with the nauseating stench of decay.

As expected, the infected people were blocked outside. The group of men in chemical protection suits formed a human wall to stop them and was pushing them violently. Some collapsed and never got up, while some were stepped to death by the others.

Nicole put Sophia on a rather flat ground as she whispered to her, “Wait for me.”

Sophia opened her eyes slightly. Her eyes were filled with blood, and her vision was blurred. There was a small scratch on her face, but such small scratch started ulcerting at lightning speed.

She leaned against a stone and saw a little girl next to her. The girl didn’t cry although she was infected just like Sophia, and they shared the same helplessness and despair.

Sophia looked at her, and her tears started falling.

There were male, female, elderly, and kids among the infected. They all dressed differently and all had different identities.

“I am a diplomatist and can speak five languages. Please save me! I will work for you for my entire life! I have been infected for two days! Please!”

“I’m a businessman. I’m rich, and you can have as much money as you want!”

“I am an Academic Award Best Actress winner. Please save my friend!”

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However, no matter what kind of power, authority, or fame they had, they were just lumps of rotting meat in the eyes of the staff of the Michel Group. They would be cleared and turned into ashes within a day.

The people were crying and shouting in despair, but they couldn’t do anything!

Nicole was squeezed among the group of infected people. She thought they would at least take a look at her since she was an Academic Award winner, but they didn’t—no one cared.

At the same time, a car drove out from the castle. After it stopped, a man in a chemical protection suit came out of the car with a group of people protecting him. He was wearing a gas mask, only exposing his pair of eyes and blonde hair.

The wind blew, and the dust was flying around. The man stepped on the deadly land and stepped on the burnt corpses calmly. His ocean blue eyes showed no humanity. The desperate yell of the people didn’t move his heart a bit. He was cold-blooded, as if there was a layer of ice covering him, isolating him from the world completely.

He seemed to be here to check on the battlefield. He squatted down and observed the bombed land. He seemed to be observing the aftermath of the ammunition.

Everyone could tell that the man had status, and he must have the authority to speak, so they all shouted for help, but the man ignored them.

Nicole was shouting at the top of her lungs, but it was useless nevertheless.

The man got up and walked toward the car after collecting the data. The people’s screams were intensifying.

Nicole was anxious as she watched the man leaving. She stared at the man and kept shouting for help loudly.

It’s him!

It’s actually him!

Cooper Mitchell…

There’s hope! There’s hope!