Two selected survivors walked into the cafeteria led by soldiers.

The people standing on the playground looked at them eagerly, holding their breath at the same time, trying to distinguish the blurry and slight chewing sound in the air.

If you haven't experienced it yourself, it's hard to imagine what a bowl of hot rice means to those who rely on cold food for biscuits every day?

A man in a brown sweater walked forward a few steps, roaring hoarsely: "Why, why don't you want me?"

Another woman with a slutty face followed closely. Although her voice was low, she had a tough attitude that was not as weak as anyone: "...I, I want to be like them."

A response voice immediately came from the side: "I want to eat. Why can they eat, but I can't?"

The crowd began to become restless, and the survivors squeezed forward step by step, and the situation suddenly became a little out of control.

Wu Guoguang's face was gloomy. He raised his right hand and pointed forward. Several soldiers waiting around rushed into the crowd immediately, waving their fists to smash the people who were shouting the most intensely. Screaming, scolding, and roaring suddenly rang, and the scene became chaotic.

All soldiers have injected first-level enhancement potion. Although they have not taken silver bones to strengthen the bones, their strength and body flexibility have long exceeded the limits that ordinary people can reach.

Although there were many survivors, they did not have the determination to fight back. In addition, there were other soldiers around them staring at them with guns, and the chaotic situation on the playground was gradually suppressed.

When the soldiers beat the survivors to death and threw them directly from the steel fence guardrail in front of the commander's department, everything returned to peace.

Wu Guoguang put his hands behind his back, spread his legs, stood upstairs like an iron tower, looking down at the remaining people coldly.

"You don't seem to understand that the world has changed and is no longer what it used to be. No matter what you think, how angry you are, or curse it in the most vicious language, I still have to say some things, and I hope you can tell others that the army has no obligation to protect you, we only need powerful people with ability. You have all been injected with immune potions, and zombies will not cause mutation. Food can be found in many places in this city, the land outside the city can be cultivated, and nearby water sources can be drunk. In short, the environment here can meet the most basic living needs. If... "

"I'm leaving here———"

A middle-aged man wearing a turtleneck sweater and slightly bald hair interrupted his words sharply and shouted excitedly: "You can't deceive me. You can't do this. We need food and clothes. I'm the Municipal Party Committee Office..."

"It's your mom's pussy----"

Wu Guoguang stared at the middle-aged man with anger and roared at a volume of several times more than the other party: "No matter who you are, if you don't meet the criteria, get out of here immediately. Don't talk to me in a tone that is as noble as a fool. Even if your father, the president of the United States, your mother is the Queen of England, you are also a mixture of sperm and eggs that are mixed with men and women. If you talk more nonsense, I will shoot you. Get out! Get out now———”

These words seriously hurt the self-esteem of middle-aged men.

He was so angry that he trembled all over, standing straight in place, staring at Wu Guoguang with a cold and resentful gaze, and an angry blood appeared on his face.

The soldiers pushed the rest of the survivors outwards.

This movement quickly continued to the middle-aged man. He immediately jumped up like a wounded beast, growled at the top of his throat, gritted his teeth and wrestled with the soldiers.

In terms of strength and speed, he was far inferior to that of a soldier holding a weapon. Without receiving the order to shoot, the hard butt stock in the soldier's hand was smashed like a heavy hammer. The tall and thin man's figure gradually became sluggish, his forehead ruptured, blood oozing, and his cheeks and shoulders showed purple swelling. He showed no sign of admitting defeat, and he still waved the iron rod in his hand fearlessly until a soldier swayed the butt stock to hit the back of his neck with force, and then he fell down screaming and screaming.

Wu Guoguang walked down the second floor and stood in front of the dying man.

He grabbed the middle-aged man's messy hair, picked up his whole body high, and said angrily: "Now leave here, I can leave the matter here just now."

The middle-aged man opened his swollen eyelids weakly and replied with difficulty and determination: "...I... took me away, like those two."

Wu Guoguang's eyes narrowed. After a moment of silence, he took out the dagger on his waist and wiped it hard on the blood vessels in the man's front neck. A crack immediately appeared on the surface of the thick sweater, which was quickly soaked by the seeping blood. The man immediately opened his eyes wide, his lips wide, and his hands couldn't help but grab the chest. About half a minute later, his eyes lost their glory forever.

Release his hand and looking at the corpse limping at his feet, Wu Guoguang's cold pupils showed a hint of pain. He controlled his emotions and said coldly to the soldiers beside him: "Take him out and feed the dog!"

..

When Su Hao was taken into the office by a soldier, Wu Guoguang was staring at his blood-stained hands in a daze.

When he noticed someone coming in, he put away the confused expression on his face and regained his cold and rough appearance as a soldier.

Seeing Su Hao, Wu Guoguang's face changed slightly.

"Why are you?"

He remembered this young man he had seen. Wu Guoguang frowned slightly, and the following words inevitably had sarcastic elements: "Why, I figured it out? It's not too late to leave now. I believe you saw it just now. Many people want to have such an opportunity, but they...."

“I have something to talk to you about.”

Su Hao interrupted him without hesitation, then took out a notebook from his backpack and placed it flat on the table.

Wu Guoguang looked at him in confusion, picked up the notebook and opened it.

“This is the record I made since the day the chaos broke out.”

Su Hao carefully observed the expression on Wu Guoguang's face and said calmly: "I am an amateur creature lover. Before May 11, there were never any zombies like mutants on Earth, nor were there any cases of mutation similar to virus infection. They are like alien life suddenly landing on Earth. I used a microscope to observe pus samples of infected bodies. This virus has strong phagocytosis properties. The immune agent you gave me last time can indeed suppress them. I don't understand-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Wu Guoguang flipped through the notebook and replied unmovedly: "I just killed someone, don't force me to do the same thing again."

Su Hao smiled faintly and stopped asking questions.

He did not find any answer he wanted from Wu Guoguang.

In the future world, Su Hao has been searching for secrets about the virus outbreak day and the Black Era. He searched all over the libraries and computers, as well as military files that could be read with the identity permissions at that time, but he gained no gain. Many things were covered up by the military and outsiders could not see them.

Wu Guoguang was a second lieutenant and the first group of supervisory soldiers to enter the city.

Many times, "first" has a special meaning that other numbers cannot match.

Although he was just a subordinate officer, Su Hao instinctively felt that Wu Guoguang might know something.

The same thing is completely different from the results of the tenth. The former has no experience, but the latter can be continuously improved and improved based on the former. It has stronger defenses and sharper attack spearheads than the former. In contrast, the former can only be regarded as full of loopholes.

Now is the early Black Era. Even the military has no experience in dealing with terrifying creatures such as zombies. Su Hao has seen many inspectors in the future world. They are very cold-blooded, without any emotion, and all matters are measured by military rules. In their opinion, survivors, that is, refugees in later generations, have only two types: "qualified" and "unqualified".

Wu Guoguang is different from those later soldiers who are cold-hearted.

At least, his heart was still a little warm and not completely cold and hard.

Su Hao wanted to win him over. He increased their familiarity and intimacy through constant contact. When one day, Wu Guoguang was willing to receive and inject his own blood, his purpose would naturally be achieved.

Forced injection will only have the opposite effect. He will refuse to become a "worker bee" or even backfire on the "Queen bee".

Wu Guoguang looked at it very attentively and did not notice the meaningful gaze in Su Hao's eyes.

"This note is very good, and the various details are recorded very comprehensively and have great research value."

These words are not exaggerated.

Although he is a soldier, Wu Guoguang still has a unique vision. The note in his hand is full of tens of thousands of words. The recording time starts from the early stage of the virus outbreak and ends yesterday. As for the content, it is an observation and study of more than ten zombies and several corpses of different sizes from different distances and angles. It involves the living habits and food-related contents of zombies, excretion and water intake, food supplements and calorie estimation, action methods and judgment reaction speed, etc.

The notes were written by Su Hao, but he is not the real author.

He focused on the comprehensive research of "-1" level creatures in the future world, as well as the experiences of many corpse hunters in that era during the battle, as well as several papers on early zombies in the authoritative academic journal "Biologies and Evolution" in 2026. After omitting some data and academic terms that may cause doubt, he copied this note with considerable research value.

In his notes, Su Hao portrays himself as a survivor who has been fighting and fleeing since the outbreak of the virus.

Out of interest in biological research, he used vacant residential houses to imprison several zombies for close observation. He fed these zombies, rats, mosquitoes, flies, cockroaches, carrion cut from the dead, and various plants... In order to obtain more information, he dissected dozens of zombies and had extremely detailed records of the body structure of this creature. For safety reasons, the observation of large-scale corpse groups can only be done with telescopes. Despite this, the zombies' preference for temperature and heat, the impact of temperature difference on these terrible creatures, the degree of activity between day and night, the speed of mutation and muscle rot, etc., can be found in this note.

This is actually a hodgepodge of comprehensive diaries of survivors in the future world, some military research results, and combat records of corpse hunters.

Of course, the content involved is limited to zombies at the "-1" level.

Relevant archives of the future world show that the military's systematic research on zombies has been fully launched more than two months ago. Su Hao believes that the military has mastered more detailed data for more than half of the content in the notes. However, due to the unfamiliarity and fear of zombies, they only regard them as monsters produced by human mutations, rather than considering the problem from the perspective of brand new biological populations.

Therefore, the military simply did not notice some of the details mentioned in the notes.

For example, there may be new body fluid circulation systems, the relationship between cells and parasitic viruses, and skeletal muscle regeneration in zombies.

These things will not be gradually included in the research project at least a year later. At present, they are simply blank for military researchers. Su Hao just mentioned the beginning in his notes, and professional researchers can extend more professional details through this prompt.

No one will doubt this.

It can be seen that this note is made by an amateur person in both the content and recording method. The difference is like fifty years ago when penicillin was developed, a child suddenly became interested in moldy apples. He took some fruit mold to observe under a microscope, but did not conduct further research on it, just as a boring game to pass the time.

“This is a record of research I’ve started a few months ago.”

Su Hao said calmly: "It may be of some use to you. I want to... exchange something more valuable from you."

Wu Guoguang closed his notebook, raised his eyelids, and looked at Su Hao carefully.

Compared to the last time we met, this young man was much calmer. He didn't have that much dirt on his body, his clean face showed a gentle and firm temperament, his eyes were dark and bright, and he had a stubbornness to look at the target and never give up. Although he was thin, his skin looked very healthy. His arms and shoulders were strong and powerful, even better than many recruits in the training camp.

“We should have a good talk.”

Wu Guoguang slowed down his tone and his attitude became slightly mild: "This is a disaster that cannot be fought against with personal power. We need a lot of people like you. It is a war, a war between the living and the dead. You should join the army, be with others, and unite, and have hope of winning."

Su Hao's face was a little heavy. He stared at Wu Guoguang calmly: "Actually, I have been observing you nearby for a while."

Wu Guoguang's eyes twitched slightly, and his right hand, which was blocked by the desk, subconsciously held the gun wearing on the side of his thigh.

"I watched those survivors rush out of the zombies and walked into the door outside with hope. I also saw you pick out the so-called strong people who meet the conditions, and then inject the remaining people with immune agents and drive them out. I don't know what you want to do? I don't understand what the meaning of doing this is? As you said just now - this is a war that everyone must unite to win. But why... why do you abandon those people?"

Wu Guoguang slowly let go of his hand holding the gun, and his eyes and voice suddenly became severe: "There are some things you don't need to know."

"You're right!"

Su Hao shook his head sarcastically: "Ignorance is equivalent to happiness. This sentence has always been the best tool for rulers to deal with civilians. Since that is the case, I also have the power to choose and refuse."

Wu Guoguang frowned his thick eyebrows, sighed, and shook his head regretfully: "You will die."

"I'm not alone, I have many companions and many friends."

Su Hao smiled faintly: "I can't leave them behind. You said you should be united."

A silence lasting nearly three minutes.

Through the table, Wu Guoguang saw Su Hao's unshakable determination. He sighed again, put away the notebook placed on the table, and changed his facial expression to a seriousness in business: "This does record a lot of valuable information... Say it! What do you want?"

"Five hundred immune agents."

Su Hao's voice was always calm and calm, as if he was just mentioning a trivial requirement: "It is enough for two hundred people to eat a military ration for a week, three hundred waterproof covers, a high-power radio transmitter, two hundred sets of "95" automatic rifle repair parts, and five hundred spare barrels. In addition, 20,000 5.8mm caliber bullets are required."

Wu Guoguang did not answer. The muscles on his face were involuntarily tightened, and his expression became stern and cautious. His brain thought subconsciously combined Su Hao with the image of the destroyer in the underground armory.

He instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the young man in front of him.
To be continued...