Invasion of the United States

Many people are setting up solar panels within the site, striving to build a self-sufficient electricity supply system for this temporary refuge before fossil fuels are completely exhausted.

There are even a few farming machines cultivating the wasteland, seemingly preparing to plant something.

"Are you planning to engage in cultivation?" Lucy asked in surprise.

Xiao Jinlang forced a smile and said, "In the past few days, there's a risk of logistics interruption, and we have to make some preparations.

For instance, planting lettuce, spinach, radishes, and the like, the fastest can be harvested within half a month. The slower ones only take two or three months.

"How many people do you have here now? Are you planning to stay here long term?" Lucy couldn't help but ask, looking at the busy scene before her.

Xiao Jinlang understood the reason for Lucy's surprise and showed a bitter smile on his face: "Currently only a little over a hundred people, but we estimate that in a few days, the number will increase to five or six hundred."

He paused and continued, "We have been striving to maintain contact with Chinese and overseas Chinese, students, business personnel, and tourists in Virginia and beyond.

If they need it, they can find our pre-established refuges nearby.

In addition, we are open to people with medical expertise from other ethnic groups. A few doctors and nurses from nearby small towns have already arrived with medicines and medical equipment to stay."

Xiao Jinlang recalled when he first met Zhou Qingfeng at the 'Electric Flight' test farm, where various "preparation for war and famine" efforts were underway as if preparing for some kind of natural disaster.

And now, all employees of 'Electric Flight' in the United States were suddenly enlightened, understanding why their young president placed so much importance on firearms usage and survival skills training for doomsday scenarios.

In Old Xiao's view now, all of Zhou Qingfeng's seemingly bizarre actions hid a clear and shocking purpose.

That kid had long foreseen this virus outbreak and knew exactly how devastating its impact would be.

Although the network in Washington D.C. remains paralyzed, information flow in other parts of the United States has not been completely cut off.

Within just a few days, the public opinion arena across the United States and globally was like surging water, with various opinions and information crashing into each other like turbulent tides.

'Dongda' reacted swiftly, implementing stringent lockdown measures at the first sign of trouble, determined to close its doors if necessary and develop independently.

After all, the country is large and richly endowed with resources, complete industries, capable of being self-sufficient—no matter how severe the virus, as long as it doesn't spread, it will eventually stop.

However, looking globally, the responses of various countries were not uniformly the same.

Countries that rely on tourism as an economic pillar are reluctant to take blockade measures easily, fearing severe economic damage;

Countries with insufficient productivity, heavily dependent on finance and consumption, are afraid to lock down, fearing systemic risks;

And more countries want to lock down but are powerless to enforce it, ultimately having no choice but to choose a "lie-flat" approach in frustration.

Moreover, there are quite a few bureaucratic systems that, for self-interest, stubbornly claim that the virus is just a mild cold, and taking some antipyretics can solve the problem.

However, as the number of infections dramatically increases, there will inevitably be more and more people realizing the severity of this crisis, with calls for strong blockade measures growing louder.

It is foreseeable that once a certain critical point is reached, public opinion will inevitably undergo an overwhelming reversal.

However, while reversing public opinion may be relatively easy, controlling the epidemic is by no means an easy task.

The tour bus slowly drove through the decrepit amusement park, the sunset's afterglow casting long shadows on the abandoned facilities, adding to the end-time desolation of this temporary refuge.

Xiao Jinlang was really worried, the last global pandemic lasted three years, how long will this one last? Lovethisstory?ShowyoursupportonM9VLEMPYR.

Previously in the home country, feeling the various inconveniences of life after being locked down. Now that he is in the United States, if the virus truly breaks out in full force, it would be unstoppable.

Spring, summer, and fall are all fine, but once winter comes... The Native Americans have struggled on this land for thousands of years without development, not without reason.

"I wonder if Zhou Qingfeng has any deeper foresight, if the global apocalypse breaks out, what should be done?"