Early the next morning, the water trucks of the Multinational Army arrived in the area of Gra, and the soldiers driving waited to see Zhao Tiezhu's gray face leave.

When the water truck arrived at its intended location, it was so quiet that no one came out to ask for water.

"What's the situation?"

The soldiers carrying water were totally confused: "Aren't all these people dead?"

But the soldiers thought something was wrong. Every day, infected people were sent here. There was no reason why they suddenly died. Feeling strange, I pressed the car horn several times. As a result, I saw a few heads in the ragged house, but...