Xiao Lin gritted her teeth hard and said viciously: "Help me again and suppress this reward order for a few days."

Lu Zhengxiong raised his head with an unexpected expression: "What do you want to do?"

"You forgot that I have transferred his identity file to the Academy of Sciences. Now, he is a D3-level researcher."

Xiao Lin's dignified and beautiful face was full of grim smiles: "I will ask the yard to issue a transfer order about this person as soon as possible. Since he doesn't want to leave, please stay there forever."

Lu Zhengxiong looked at Xiao Lin with a ferocious expression and subconsciously retracted his hand that had already penetrated into the middle of her legs.

D3 is the lowest level of all researchers in the Academy of Sciences. If converted to military rank, it is equivalent to an ordinary non-commissioned officer or even lower level.

Xiao Lin played this trick very cleverly, and Lu Zhengxiong could guess the woman's next move - to place Su Hao as a D3-level researcher in a city full of zombies. Due to the heavy relationship between time and administration, the second lieutenant promotion order of the group army no longer worked, and the commendation was not settled. Xiao Lin naturally turned Su Hao into the lowest-level staff of the Academy of Sciences. There was no military protection and no stable source of food. Apart from a blank title without any function, he was actually a survivor wandering around the city.

People are no match for zombies after all.

A city covered with zombies is equivalent to the front line of the war era. It may encounter danger at any time, and the chance of death is far greater than that of the rear base.

"Don't he have many friends? Don't he rather bear the consequences alone than give up? Then stay with those monsters forever without any military rank or commendation."

The "rumble" sound of the propeller covered up the crazy laughter and took away Xiao Lin's face full of anger and madness from afar.

..

When the first ice rain fell, it happened to be Monday.

The sky is gloomy and there is no sunshine all day. The gray mist has enveloped the city since the morning, making people feel the desolate bitter cold.

Su Hao held a sharpened steel bar in front of him, weighed it in his hand, aimed at the forehead of the zombie that was rushing towards him in front of him, and the stinky head suddenly exploded, splashing out a piece of fishy pus and rotten slurry.

It has been nearly two months since Xiao Lin left.

There is no order such as commendation, nor any information on material assistance.

Su Hao once went to the security headquarters and obtained a researcher ID card with a blue plastic cover from Wu Guoguang who had a little guilty face. In addition to the smiling photo on the title page, the most attractive thing is the word "D3" parallel to the silver national emblem.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know why things turned out like this? As far as I know, the Army has issued a promotion order to promote you to an officer. However, the Academy of Sciences believes that your research perspective on zombies is very unique, so it included archives and listed you as a researcher. How to say... This matter is really unfair. Even a researcher should be C3, not D4, which corresponds to the rank of lieutenant."

When he said this, Wu Guoguang's eyes kept dodging. This thick middle-aged man did not participate in Xiao Lin's conspiracy, nor did he know that Lu Zhengxiong played a very unbearable role in it. He just felt that the lieutenant badge on his shoulder was completely obtained because of Su Hao, and Major Li Daoyuan, the chief officer of KD03, also had the same attitude towards this. From their standpoint, he could only make suggestions on the decisions of the upper level of the military, but could not control the fait accompli.

Out of guilt and the subjective thinking of trying to make up for it, Wu Guoguang and Li Daoyuan took the initiative to add six 12.7mm heavy machine guns, fifty "Type 95" automatic rifles, sixty powerful 9mm pistols, hundreds of grenades, and more than 50,000 bullets of various calibers.

In addition to weapons, Su Hao also obtained more than 600 boxes of canned food and 500 sets of military winter clothes.

When he met Wu Guoguang, Su Hao remained silent, his expression was full of numbness and disappointment. He looked lost and lost interest and confidence in everything.

Hypocritical appearances are always the best props to confuse others.

Su Hao is actually very satisfied with the current result.

A few months of life in this new world have changed some of his initial thoughts.

If, when Su Hao traveled through time and landed in front of the department store on the day of the virus outbreak, he was just a fugitive who wanted to survive. Then, his mind was now filled with power, strength and desire.

This is not his fault. No one can resist the induction of desire by the environment. When Su Hao met Xinyan, Lao Song, Tao Yuan, Du Tianhao and the Han sisters, and later Cao Rui and others, more and more strangers who joined the team had already made him unable to survive. He no longer lived simply for himself, and had to consider the interests of the entire team and the life and death of more people.

Neither the low-ranking military rank nor the researcher titles have any effect.

A mere "second lieutenant" or "D4" is far less effective than a few hundred team members.

They are "worker bees".

Su Hao is not so stupid that he gives up what he currently has and runs to the point where he is seeking military commendation at the Chengdu base.

What he needs at present is a huge amount of food and weapons. With these, we can feed more people and consolidate the existing sphere of influence.

As for notes...hehe! That kind of thing is just used as a exchange of materials and to test the bargaining chips of senior officials of the military and the Academy of Sciences.

Su Hao didn't care about Xiao Lin's tricks and conspiracies in it.

He has the technological secrets of the future world for nearly a century, and has an incredible bargaining chip exchanged with the military. Silver bones, advanced machinery, biotechnology... Su Hao will take them out little by little at the right time. He doesn't want to change history too early. He just needs to announce it a few months in advance before the original inventor himself to get enough profits.

Su Hao now only needs the "worker bee".

When the number of "bee swarms" increases to a certain level, it is enough to make everyone lose their voices and discolor them.

Xinyan walked up from behind, pulled out the fire axe that was inserted diagonally on the outside of the backpack with his back hand, and waved a shiny and round arc in the air, accurately hitting the zombie's buttocks that could no longer move.

Last week, all the ***s that Su Hao teleported from the future world were used up. Correspondingly, the underground secret store stored in the wild camp was filled with rotten hormones. The number was so huge that even Su Hao himself felt trembling.

"Click————”

The hard metal axe blade pried the pelvis and made a crisp sound. Su Hao turned around and saw Xinyan bent down to pick up the silver bones from the blurry and soft flesh. The standing posture of his feet was separated to tighten the muscles, and the tights of high elastic fabric stretched their thighs straight, stretching out the perfect and moving body curves.

This is a residential community about half a kilometer away from the bank building. Most of the nearby shops were plundered by Su Hao's team, and there were no resources worth paying attention to. According to Su Hao's order, from last week, the team members who went out to hunt began to enter the residential houses to find and collect food that had not yet deteriorated.

Xinyan wiped the silver bones from the body of the death zombie, grabbed them with her index finger and thumb, raised them high, looked at the dim light outside the window, and said uncertainly: "It... seems to have become bigger."

Su Hao smiled slightly, took the silver bones without any comment and put them in his pocket.

The zombie that just killed is stronger than the same monsters in terms of strength and speed. Maybe it is twenty percent, or thirty percent. This change is fatal to ordinary people who have not evolved, but is completely ineffective against Su Hao. He can still kill them without using weapons such as guns and in the most direct way of fighting.

The stronger the monster, the more silver bones it produces in its body, the larger the volume.

There were only two people in the room, Su Hao and Xinyan.

He subconsciously focused his attention on the woman in front of him.

Xinyan's face was a little red. Although the relationship between the two had broken through the restrictions between boys and girls, she was still a little shy, or shy when she was alone with Su Hao. The light coming in from the window was not very bright, but it seemed quite alternative in the dark environment.

Su Hao crossed the corpse on the ground, grabbed Xinyan's hand without holding the axe, and felt a very comfortable and smooth softness. He continued to approach his body, hugged Xinyan's slender waist with his right hand, and rubbed her back and forth on the surface of the smooth tight clothing. The distance between the two was very close, and Xinyan's towering breasts were completely pressed against his wide and strong chest. Whether the skin touched or the heat of breathing between each other, Xinyan felt stimulating. She opened her delicate and soft lips slightly, making a thin and rapid breathing. The shameful expression made Su Hao smile. He hugged Xinyan, and took her sideways with a standard waltz dance, and rotated around in the empty living room. His right hand took the opportunity to hold Xinyan's round buttocks and kneaded her, and his chest tightly attached to her round breasts, without any intention of letting go.

No one knows that his actual age is over sixty.

No one knows that there is a wise soul hidden in this young and strong body that has experienced the wind and frost and seen through everything in the world.

Now, he is a tall and handsome man. He is strong and strong, and is gradually becoming stronger because of the prototype potion.

In the future world, Su Hao gave up too much.

He doesn't want to lose the same thing again in this era.

For example...love.

There is no gentle and elegant music, nor roses or moonlight. The sky outside the window is dark and the zombie howlings coming from somewhere are faintly echoing over the city.

There is no romance at all, but neither Xinyan nor Su Hao is willing to let go of each other.

The waves flowed in her watery eyes.

His dark and pure eyes were like black jade.

Xinyan felt that it was very hot below, and a hard bulge was pressing against his raised vaginal port. Su Hao smiled, stretched his head over, and rubbed his cheeks against Xinyan's snow-white neck.

The two of them hugged them quietly, without any more movements, without any need for vows or slandering.

Su Hao kissed Xinyan's long hair with a fragrance, and quickly licked her round and jade-like earlobes, rubbing Xinyan's numbness and itch. She gritted her teeth and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"Clang————"

Outside the open door, a surprised man appeared.

His hair was messy, he was wearing a gray-black coat, and his hem was covered with mud and water. The leather shoes on his feet had gaps, revealing his toes that emerged from the toes. He held a thick wooden stick in his right hand and his backpack in his left hand fell heavily to the ground. From the angle he was in, he happened to see Su Hao and Xinyan standing in the living room hugging each other.

"Who are you?"

The muscles on the man's face began to twitch, and he held the wooden stick tightly in both hands and let out a hoarse roar.

Xinyan reluctantly let go of the hand that was surrounding Su Hao's shoulder.

Through her dispersed consciousness of thinking, she had long discovered the man who came up the stairs a few minutes ago.

Xinyan believed that Su Hao, like himself, had already locked in the other party's search consciousness. It was just because the feeling of confusion and warmness just now was too wonderful, and no one wanted to move away from the other party and try to enjoy the short and precious tenderness.

As long as it is not a zombie, it cannot pose a threat to you, and the rest is not important.

Su Hao's hand moved away from Xinyan's waist. He sighed quietly and picked up the steel bar leaning against the wall.

Xinyan's eyes kept staring at him, with some resentment, his rubbed hair spread over his shoulders. There was still a passion that had not yet been dissipated in his pupils.

The man standing outside the door bent his back, leaned forward, holding the stick tightly to put on a wary battle posture. He was sure that Su Hao and Xinyan were not zombies, and his eyes and tone of speaking became fierce: "This is my house, my home. You...you'd better leave here as soon as possible."

The man really wanted to act more savage and strong. During the days when he was wandering, he had already found that etiquette had no effect at all. Roaring and fist was the best way to solve the problem. If he hadn't been afraid of the other party having two people and weapons, he would have swung his stick and smashed it down without saying a word.

That's right! This is indeed his home.

For strange intruders, the best way is to kill them.

Su Hao showed a little guilt on his face. He held Xinyan's hand and the two of them ran out of the room quickly like elementary school students who did something wrong.

He doesn't know that man.

He flipped around the man's house and killed a zombie who might have a relative of the man.

There is no doubt that the man is also a survivor of the virus outbreak. He may have escaped from the city with others and survived in the wild for several months.

Now, he is back.

Nothing can compare to your own home.

Today is November 23rd. Half a year has passed since the outbreak of the virus.

Computer files of the Future World show that since early November, survivors who had previously escaped from the city began to return one after another.

There is a lack of food in the wild.
To be continued...