On the evening of September 7, the bombardment of Hong Kong ......

As night fell, Portland Street, located in the old districts of Mong Kok and Yau Ma Tei, gradually got rid of the dullness of the day, and began to become lively and noisy, where people from all walks of life and nine streams gathered.

Portland Street is a famous red light district in Hong Kong, and on the long Portland Street, except for a few shops selling snacks and some of the decorative stones, the entire street, under the overlapping and exaggerated signs and neon signs, is almost occupied by all kinds of nightclubs, saunas, karaoke halls, bars and other entertainment venues.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, outside a nightclub called Ye Ye Huan in the middle of Bolan Street, there was a sudden commotion, countless men and women screamed, panicked, and rushed out of the nightclub, and many women's high-heeled boots ran away.

Countless people on the street were watching from afar, and the people who ran out shouted loudly, but the people outside heard that it seemed that there were people fighting in the nightclub, and it seemed that there were deaths.

In a place like Polan Street, fights and brawls are not uncommon, so the onlookers outside are not panicking, they are just watching the excitement.

Only a few of the people who ran out of the nightclub were pale as paper, and as soon as they ran out of the nightclub, one of the men threw up in the street.

"Pretty boy, it's just a film, it's a little meaning, this can also be scared to vomit, at first glance, I haven't seen the world!" An uncle on the street saw a man who was vomiting, and joked next to him, "Arthur will be here soon......"

The man raised his face and wiped the corners of his mouth that were still stained, the look on his face was still frightened, and his face was distorted and shouted, "It's not a fight, it's cannibalism, someone in the box inside is being gnawed, it's too terrifying, it's too nuclear......"

After saying this, the man turned his head to look at the door of the nightclub, and then turned around and ran, not daring to stay for a moment.

The uncle was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, and didn't believe it at all, "Don't talk nonsense, there may be cannibalism in this era, and I've only heard of gel for most of my life, and it's really a broken skull......"

There was a commotion on the street here, and in the blink of an eye, two patrolling Arthurs came, and the two patrolling Arthurs asked the people who ran out, evacuated the crowd at the door, and then immediately called the headquarters.

Someone had already called the police, and soon, the police car came, set up a cordon at the door, and when I heard that there was a death inside, a team of policemen who came entered the nightclub wearing body armor and holding guns.

The people who were watching the excitement outside only saw the police enter, and then within half a minute, there was a sudden fierce gunfire inside the nightclub.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, those onlookers nearby were so frightened that they hurriedly ran away, and after a while, a team of policemen who had just rushed in rushed out again, very embarrassed, panicked, and the number of people was one less, and there was a policeman who was injured, and he was dragged out of it directly by two policemen holding hands, and the policemen who rushed out shouted for support, each looking for cover, and one by one looked nervously at the door of the nightclub.

A minute later, a pot-bellied man in his thirties, with a bloody face and visible gunshot wounds on his body, walked out of the nightclub and looked out at the street with scarlet eyes.

The man was stiff and writhing as he walked, looking very weird.

"Don't move ......"

“Don't move......”

The police shouted, nervously pointing guns at the man who came out of the nightclub!

The man rushed towards the nearest patrol policeman, the gunshots rang out, and blood bloomed on the man, but the man still rushed to the front of a patrol policeman, threw the policeman to the ground, and bit the patrol policeman's neck in one bite, and tore violently, a large piece of flesh was bitten off by the man and eaten into his stomach.

In the midst of countless screams around him, a bullet finally landed on the man's head, blowing off the man's skull and spilling his brains all over the ground.

The man who bit didn't move, his body pressed heavily on the body of the policeman lying on the ground, and the policeman lying on the ground had a big hole in his neck, and his whole body was shaking stiffly.

Another man with a gunshot wound staggered out of the nightclub, red-eyed and like a hungry beast, scanning the bright world outside.

The gunshots rang out again, and this time, the policemen who fired the shots all aimed at the man's head, and in the blink of an eye, blasted the red-eyed man's head open......

The whole Polan Street was in chaos at once......

Only 10 minutes later, when Polan Street was in a mess, a biochemical defense team of Huaxia State, which had received a request from the Hong Kong government, rushed to the scene to participate in the follow-up situation.

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It was only at the very moment when the chaos began on Balan Street, in a slum in Mumbai, India, that Chamal, a sewer worker who was returning home at night, noticed some strange movement in the alley on his way home.

The alley is narrow and cramped, and there are patches of low and old bungalows on both sides of the alley, and in such a place, it is naturally impossible to have any street lights at night, so the whole alley is a dark shadow.

In the shadows, several black objects crouched on the ground, and the sewer worker Chamar thought it was a thief and called out, but the shadow did not move, and there was a sound of chewing and devouring in the shadows.

Could it be that the wild dogs are looking for food here, Chamar thought to himself, and at the same time picked up a stone from the ground and threw it over.

The "wild dog" didn't leave, and the sewer worker Chamar took a few steps closer, took out the flashlight he was carrying, and shone it towards the shadow.

The shadow instantly became clear in the light of the flashlight, and it was not a wild dog, but three men crouching on the ground, like wild dogs foraging for food, eating something.

What they were eating was on the ground, an old man who lived in a slum, his neck had been bitten off, his stomach had been completely torn open, his intestines had been pulled out of his stomach, blood was flowing all over the ground, and there was an indescribable smell of fish everywhere in the narrow alley.

From the pile of clothes scattered next to the old man who had fallen to the ground, Chamal recognized the old man, Loha, a laundry worker in the slum and a neighbor of Chamar.

The three men who were eating and holding different human organs in their hands turned their heads at the same time to look at the place where the flashlight light came from, revealing three hideous faces full of blood, one of the men who was squatting on the ground He also knew one of them, a drug thug in the slum.

Chamar, the sewer worker, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

Seeing a guy who was eating people standing up and running towards him, Chamar, the sewer worker, screamed, dropped the flashlight that was precious to him, and turned to run.

Seeing Chamar running, the three people who were gnawing on the corpse suddenly chased after Chamar.

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