Me? The director of the Asylum of All Heavens!

Chapter 42: No Man's Land at the Bottom City

At the Piltover Council, even though Heimerdinger and Ekko told the Piltover council about the risk of a biohazard posed by the virus leak in Borealis, the councillors still failed to discuss a suitable solution.

The final decision was to further strengthen the blockade of the Piltover border by raising the Twin Cities Bridge to completely block traffic between the Twin Cities, and to station military forces on the Twin Cities border, leaving Zaun to fend for itself.

Councillor Meir Midarda left the meeting angrily. Her boyfriend Jace was still trapped in Zaun, and the people of Borealis were also facing the risk of the virus spreading. She could not sit idly by.

……

A hint of paleness rose in the sky, and the people of the two cities woke up one after another.

When the people of Zaun wake up, they will face being hunted by those infected with the virus.

The people of Piltover will usher in an ordinary day of peace and tranquility.

On the scenic rooftop of a villa in Piltover, the female general Anbesa Midalda from Noxus was leisurely enjoying her first glass of red wine in the morning.

Standing behind her was her family's most loyal captain of the guard, the bearded lieutenant Rectors.

"The red wine produced in Noxus is richer. The climate there makes the grapes hard, and therefore the creatures that can survive there are tougher."

She heard hurried footsteps, raised her glass and asked, "Mel, do you want to drink..."

Mel snatched the glass from his mother.

"War is coming! Are you satisfied now?" Mel asked, trying to suppress his emotions that were about to explode.

"Your Congressman Tallis volunteered to cause some trouble for Hilco. This was not instigated by me." Mel's mother Anbesa sat comfortably on the sofa.

"Stay away from Jace!" Mel was furious.

"It seems that you really like him." Anbesa saw her daughter's seriousness and sat up.

"Also, was it you who tampered with the virus in Bocheng?" Mel asked excitedly.

"Control your emotions. That's not what I taught you." Mel's mother, Anbesa, nonchalantly broke open a huge lobster and ate it for breakfast.

After eating the lobster, she licked her fingers and waved her hand to let her confidant Rectors leave.

"I can assure you that the virus in the base city has nothing to do with me. But this is a good opportunity for us. You don't want the people to turn against you, so you should have no objection to using Hextech weapons to deal with these diseased zombies, right?" Anbesa said seriously.

"Piltover is not your experimental base! Those infected are just sick, they are still the citizens of this city! I have an obligation to protect them!" Meier shouted angrily and threw away the wine glass in his hand.

Anbesa showed a complicated expression and said seriously:
"We are in trouble. The guy who killed your brother will not give up. Since Hextech can be made into weapons, we must get it!"

"I can't believe that you would use tens of thousands of lives to experiment with weapons just to save your own mistake!" Mel looked at her disappointedly.

"As long as I can save our family, I am willing to sacrifice mountains of blood and bodies!" Anbesa frowned and said firmly, pumping her fist.

"Haha, from the moment you kicked me out, I am no longer a member of this family! Why? Why did you kick me out!"

Mel sneered, his tone full of grievance, and gradually began to cry.

"Because you make me weak! I can't stand you looking at me like that when I make any decision! Those decisions are necessary! I have to keep ourselves safe!"

Anbesa couldn't stand her daughter's disappointed look, and could no longer control her emotions. She stood up and spoke loudly.

Meier was stunned. She had never thought that there was such a hidden reason why her mother asked her to leave the family.

"We need weapons, Mel..." Anbesa said, patting Mel's shoulder gently.

"If war comes..."

"Mother, Jace is still trapped in Bottom City..." Mel said sadly.

"What!" The face of Anbesa Midarda, the Noxian warlord, changed drastically.

"Even if it is for the purpose of experimenting with Hextech weapons, Jace is an indispensable talent. Please, help me, save Jace, okay?" Mel said sadly.

Ambesa Medarda paced up and down the room, thinking.

The inventors of Hextech are Jayce and Viktor. She had investigated these two people a long time ago. Viktor is a typical academic talent.

He focuses on academics and never considers current affairs. He is even opposed to the weaponization of Hextech. The most important thing is that he has no say and his time is running out.

If something happened to Jayce, Viktor alone would not be able to complete the decision to weaponize Hextech.

"How do you want me to help you?" She finally made up her mind.

Whether for his daughter or for Hextech weapons, Jace cannot die!

"Lend me your airship..." Meier raised his head and said firmly. ...

The ninth alchemy workshop block.

The early birds were chirping, but the entire city was empty, like a ghost town, with devastated scenes after the chaos everywhere.

The charred cars on the street still had some flames burning, and could explode at any time; the neon signs that had fallen to the ground occasionally flashed short-circuit sparks; and the broken pipes were continuously emitting scorching hot steam that could burn people to death.

Every step is a death trap.

"Be careful, the infected in this neighborhood are different from the ones we have seen before."

Fully armed Lin Zizhi and Harley Quinn, wearing gas masks, walked on the streets of Zaun in the early morning.

At this time, Harley Quinn has changed into her old red and black Harley Quinn tights combat suit. Fortunately, she didn't wear the mask, otherwise she would look funny and stupid.

Lin Zizhi was still wearing the stolen Zaun clothes, but Harley Quinn kindly lent him a doctor's white coat.

This white color made him particularly eye-catching in the dark. The only benefit was probably that it could block some of the splattered blood and prevent him from coming into contact with the virus and getting infected.

Lin Zizhi was very suspicious whether Harley Quinn gave him the white coat so that he could help her attract enemy fire.

"We have all seen the laughing infected and the clown infected. What are the new infected?" Lin Zizhi asked anxiously, looking at the dead silent street.

"You'll know soon enough." Harley Quinn observed her surroundings.

Suddenly a figure walked out of the darkness.

He was an old man with a hunched back.

"Help..." The old man walked slowly towards us with his hands raised.

"Great, someone is coming!" Lin Zizhi looked at the old man happily.

As a result, Harley Quinn turned around and shot the old man in the head.

"Ahhh! Oh my God! What are you doing!?"

Lin Zizhi was so surprised that his expression turned into the same expression as the screaming one.

He rushed forward and tried to support the old man, but accidentally saw the photo box necklace slipping out of the old man's hand.

When the necklace was opened, inside was a photo of the old man's son.

Lin Zizhi suddenly remembered that this was the old man who had talked about history with him in the dark alley, and his emotions became somewhat out of control.

Just when he was about to ask Harley Quinn why she shot, the hunchbacked old man suddenly sat up and pounced on his neck.

Harley Quinn shot the old man in the middle of the forehead again, and the old man fell to the ground.

"Look, this is the new type of zombies, the immortal, glimmering mutant zombies. I like to call them undead zombies."

"It's easy to tell them apart. Shoot them in the head. Those that come back to life are the Undead Zombies. Those that dodge are the Laughing Zombies. Those that can't dodge and die are the Clown Zombies."

Harley Quinn walked over as if nothing had happened, and continued to shoot the old man.

"But... ordinary people will also die!" Lin Zizhi couldn't help but say.

"Believe me, I'm not crazy enough to shoot ordinary people." Harley Quinn blew into the barrel of the gun, and another shot was fired, and the old man fell to the ground again.

"I know it without you telling me. This must be the work of Dr. Singed Leveque. He has been studying how to resurrect his daughter." Harley Quinn said and shot the resurrected old man again.

Although they are undead zombies, each resurrection requires the consumption of inferior Dionysus factors, and this process takes a certain amount of time.

Lin Zizhi just watched the old man repeating the sit-ups: death - lying on your back - resurrection - sit-up - lying on your back - sit-up - sit-up -

"Okay, let's go. If he keeps going like this, he should have eight-pack abs."

Lin Zizhi couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled Harley Quinn away.

"I just want to test the limit of the number of times this undead zombie can be resurrected, and help him collect some experimental data." Harley Quinn shrugged and shot the old man again.

Lin Zizhi's mouth twitched.

Although there is enough ammunition, it cannot be wasted like this! If the old man shook his head at this time, people with bullets rattling in his head would think it was a piggy bank!
"Well, this thing is pretty durable. But I don't think Singed would want his daughter to become like this." Harley Quinn blew into the barrel of the gun and put away the weapon.

(End of this chapter)