Chapter 281: Chaos Reigns

“Representative Griswold recently submitted a motion of no-confidence for the impeachment of the President, arguing in a speech before the House that President Radack should be held accountable for the Bolin terrorist attack and that former President Bison Wabusk cannot have died in vain. The motion passed by a slim majority!”

“The Justice Department has decided to open a case against General Curtis, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, as there is evidence to suggest Curtis was the mastermind behind the Bolin terrorist attack!”

“Former CDC employee Dr. Raykal claims that the super bacteria from Japan have entered the United States, causing at least a hundred deaths to date.”

“Reports indicate that the U.S. military forces stationed in Japan have been largely infected, and the commander of the 3rd Expeditionary Force of the Marine Corps stationed in Guam, Rockwell, is still fighting for his life.”

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In just three days, the situation with the epidemic has drastically worsened, and yet President Radack finds himself engulfed in a political crisis.

The previously resolved Bolin terrorist attack has been unexpectedly dredged up again.

This time, the opposition Donkey Party was well-prepared, presenting various pieces of evidence and playing the emotional card, insisting on justice for former President Bison Wabusk.

This led some Elephant Party representatives, who were once followers of Bison Wabusk, to abstain during the vote, causing the impeachment motion to pass.

Next, if the Senate also passes the motion, President Radack would have no choice but to step down gracefully.

However, the Senate is majority-held by the Elephant Party, and whether an Elephant Party senator will abstain and cause the impeachment to pass remains to be seen.

President Radack appears unconcerned about the impeachment, as he is fully coordinating with state governments across the United States to tackle the impending super virus epidemic.

In the United States, the earliest cases were not among evacuated embassy personnel, expatriates, nor U.S. military personnel but among some special immigrants from Japan.

The U.S. invited several top Japanese scientists to immigrate based on GIA intelligence; they were flown back to the U.S. by private jet.

Before boarding the private flight, they had stayed at the U.S. base in Japan, where they likely contracted the latent mutant bacteria.

The initial hesitation of the U.S. government was the reason for the rapid spread; after all, locking down universities would have a huge impact.

The students would likely take to the streets to protest for their freedom.

Although there is a cure that offers targeted treatment, if one does not reach a medical facility immediately, death is almost certain.

Although the U.S. healthcare system is very robust, it struggles with the geometrically increasing number of patients, making it hard to treat everyone.

In a private hospital in Boston, a young black man, Bol, dashes into the facility, frantic. A nurse intercepts him. “I’m sorry, sir, we can’t accommodate you here.”

“Why? I might have been exposed to an infected person. I need to be tested as soon as possible; they say if you get tested right away, you’ll be fine.”

Bol pushes past the nurse and makes for a consulting room.

Although the hospital is not designated for such diseases, Bol believes it can offer testing and treatment.

“Hey, you can’t just barge in. I’m calling security now.”

Bol has only just entered the consulting room when the doctor sees him and scolds him sharply, “How can you just barge in? This is a private hospital; we only serve white people here.”

Bol is furious. “What did you say? You only serve white people?”

“Yes, it’s our right as a private hospital to choose who we serve. Please leave immediately, or we will accuse you of trespassing!”

“Damn it, at a time like this, you dare to discriminate against us?”

Bol feels suddenly unwell as he speaks.

The doctor’s face pales. Panicked, he blurts out, “You get out of here now, you’re infecting us!”

At that moment, footsteps are heard outside the door. Two burly white security guards have rushed in, not expecting Bol to have slipped in during their brief absence.

Without a word, they beat Bol and then drag the dazed man out of the hospital, dumping him at the front door.

Bol, eyes glaring, lies on the ground, struggling to recover, a seething anger burning in his chest.

His trembling hands reach into his trouser pocket and pull something out.

Seeing this, his hands gradually steady.

Bol grinds his teeth, stands up, and clutching the object, rushes back into the private hospital.

When the security guards see Bol boldly reenter, they shout, “You dare come back, blackie? Seems we went easy on you…”

“Bang, bang,” the sudden sound of gunfire cuts them off.

Bol charges into the same consulting room he was in earlier.

“Hey, are you going to test me for the disease?”

The white doctor, seeing Bol with a gun, frantically responds, “Don’t do anything crazy. I’ll treat you right now, just wait. I need to call a nurse to draw your blood.”

He tries to leave the consulting room.

“Where are you going? Trying to escape?…”

“Wait, the testing kit is in the lab; I have to take you there or call a nurse to bring it over.”

“Take me there!”

Bol points the gun at the doctor’s head, ushering him out.

In the lab, under the threat of Bol’s gun, the nurses draw his blood for testing.

The doctor sits across from Bol, keeping his distance, praying that it’s just a common cold.

Otherwise, given Bol’s close proximity during their walk to the lab, the doctor knew Bol’s breath had been sprayed all over his neck.

“Get me the cure now!” Bol commands.

He feels a chest tightness and dizziness – whether from the disease or the beating he’s just taken, he isn’t sure.

Thinking about the existence of a cure, he figures he might as well start taking it even though the test results are still pending.

The doctor, surprised, replies, “Your results aren’t out yet!”

“I can start taking the medicine.”

The doctor immediately shakes his head. “If you don’t have this virus, the side effects of these drugs are significant. It’s better not to take them.”

Bol gestures with the gun. “Go get the medicine now. Don’t try anything sneaky!”

The doctor raises his hands in surrender. “Don’t be nervous, I’m on it.”

Fearing Bol’s proximity, he walks briskly toward the door.

“Slow down, I’ll shoot!”

“Bang, bang, bang…”

A stream of bullets greets Bol as he exits the door; he’s struck by a barrage of gunfire. In the instant he’s hit, he almost reflexively fires back.

The doctor, who had been running for his life, is hit and falls at the doorway, his eyes fixed on the policeman who fired.

This incident might have been just another in a series of shootings during the epidemic outbreak, but soon, a video clip of Bol being refused by the doctor and beaten by the security was posted online.

It ignited the fury of the American black community, who saw it as an outright act of discrimination.

Despite the spreading epidemic, protests erupted across the United States and quickly evolved into uncontrollable riots.

During the unrest, a black man named Brown in Atlanta gathered a 5,000-strong militia, brazenly seizing the entire city, rapidly expanding the armed black movement.

Coincidentally, in Chicago – with an African American population of over a million – a black militia similarly came into being, led by Jackson.

Both militias expelled or slaughtered the white men in the cities, taking complete control and declaring autonomy.

The riots shook the world.

But even more shocking was the drastic turn of events within the U.S. government!