The three men stared blankly at the scorpion lying in a pool of blood, and were silent.

Lu Tao did not give them more time to think and asked very directly: "Where is Li Jie?"

Looking at the muzzle that was faintly hot smoke, "Leopard Head" swallowed his throat hard and said tremblingly: "Die...Die."

Lu Tao's face was full of doubts.

"You, the second week after you left, she found a newcomer who had just joined on the third floor, and used the method she had dealt with you before, trying to continue to get food from that person. The man had just arrived a few days ago and didn't know what happened before. Li Jie's trick of acting crazy was useless to him. The guy was angry, so he dragged Li Jie to the toilet and pressed his head into the toilet to cut his throat and bleed. When the scorpion received the news, he was completely out of breath."

"Leopard Head" was afraid that Lu Tao would not believe it, so he added: "You can go back and ask others, they all know about this."

This news is a bit surprising.

For some reason, Lu Tao suddenly lost the idea of ​​continuing to pursue the matter.

He originally planned to go back and cause trouble for Li Jie after a while.

Now... people are dead, what's the use of saying too many ruthless words?

He put away his gun, grabbed the woven bag on his shoulder, and walked towards the station not far away against the cold wind.

"Leopard Head" and others were scared to death and would never suddenly attack behind him. Even if they really took action, with Lu Tao's keen thinking search and reaction ability, they could kill three people in a few seconds.

He doesn't like killing, and these people have no grudge against him.

Besides, Lu Nuoer is still next to you.

The wind blew the long black shawl hair from time to time, and occasionally flew to Lu Tao's face, a little itchy.

He suddenly realized that Lu Nuoer was actually pretty————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

This world is desperate.

At the same time, it also gives more hope to the living.

Lu Tao smiled faintly.

He did not feel the pleasure of revenge at all, but only had a natural longing for the future.

"Leopard Head" and others also had no intention of continuing to stay. Lu Tao and Liu Fei'er had just walked more than ten meters away, and they immediately turned around and ran quickly towards the distance.

Lu Tao did not chase them, nor did he call them to stop.

The more important thing now is to give Su Hao the immune agent and tell him that a strange team appeared on the east side of the city.

..

Su Hao sat in front of the workbench of the "Castle" laboratory in the wild, staring at the immunopharmaceutical packaging bag placed in front of him.

There are clear production batch numbers and dates, as well as the military's unique yellow-bottomed red star emblem.

Zhou Chen moved his eyes away from the microscope, rubbed his eyes, and said, "I have compared the immune agents Wu Guoguang gave you. There is no difference between the two. The ingredients are the same, and the formula is probably not different."

Su Hao didn't say anything. He took out another unopened potion from the drawer, pinched it in his hand and turned it over and over and carefully observed. He found that there was a black "G69" on the outer packaging of the potion delivered by Cao Rui's team half an hour ago.

In the future world, Su Hao has seen this kind of injection with a special mark.

The outbreak of the virus is not a nuclear war. Many people survived, and the zombies did not destroy the factories and related machinery and equipment. From a time perspective, Su Hao belonged to the third generation born after the virus disaster. Many historical data before this have been lost, and the military kept the virus incident confidential, he did not know that the outbreak of the virus was a natural disaster or caused by human factors?

However, one thing is certain - the military has indeed developed formulas for immune agents based on prototype drugs. Especially after the outbreak of the virus, the military has accelerated the production of immune agents, but it still cannot meet the needs of hundreds of millions of survivors. In order to expand the number of immune populations as soon as possible, the military has issued the production authority of the drug to certain powerful families or groups.

The word "G69" on the drug packaging bag is the group drug batch number that is approved for production. Whether it is produced by the military or enterprises, the immune effect produced in the human body after injection is exactly the same.

"I didn't expect that they actually started to enclose land since this time..."

Su Hao murmured to himself, his eyes slightly cold.

Enclosure is a unique term in the future world.

The outbreak of the virus destroyed the original order of the human world. The powerful humans produced during the fight against zombies are not only attracted by the military, but also the powerful families and consortiums with a large amount of resources need them. This is a battle of competition, and the military occupies the largest share. The remaining part is divided by major private groups.

It is called enclosure, but it is actually to divide the respective areas on the map to gather scattered refugees.

The general team of survivors usually do not have this special numbered immune agent.

Obviously, the stranger team on the east side of the city belongs to a large group.

Thinking of this, Su Hao couldn't help but shake his head calmly. He turned his eyes to Zhou Chen standing next to the workbench: "How is the progress of blood research?"

Last week, three team members who had been injected with Su Hao's blood wanted to leave the "castle" at night and were shot dead by the guards on the spot.

This once again shows that not everyone can become a "worker bee".

"I have compared the blood samples of the three deceased, and it should be an ideological problem."

Zhou Chen held his eyes that had slightly slid down his nose and said seriously: "Humans are the most cunning animals in the world. The surface promise may be just a temporary measure to meet the temporary needs. We cannot see through the human heart, and even a lie detector cannot figure out what other people's brains are thinking. Subjective consciousness resists, and the body cells naturally cannot fusion with foreign blood."

Su Hao frowned and waved his hand: "Tell me the point----"

Zhou Chen nodded: "During this period, I took blood samples from 281 team members to compare them, and found that the number of black particles in their bodies is much more than the three dead. The same is true for my own blood samples. The mysterious cells produced in your body seem to reproduce naturally according to the receptor consciousness. How to say, black particles seem to be the calculating basis for determining the "worker bees"'s sense of identity with you. When they reach a certain number, it will cause changes in the injector's own thinking concept. Only those who are willing to accept you can fuse with the black particles and reproduce, and then achieve the purpose of anti-controlling brain thinking through dense quantities... Haha! This is my latest research result, what do you think?"

Su Hao's face was obviously a little surprised.

He had already understood the implicit meaning in Zhou Chen's words.

"The reproduction probability of this particle is very stable. I compared your pure blood with all the "worker bee" blood samples and found that there are the largest number of black particles in your body. So, I used this as a benchmark and used the black particles present in each milligram of blood as the standard "10", and then the multiples are reduced, and divided into ten levels according to the number. Use this standard to test all blood samples again. Guess what I found?"

Looking at Zhou Chen who was gloomy, Su Hao couldn't help but have the idea of ​​trying to make a prank: "I found out that you are my illegitimate son who has been lost for many years?"

"It's a boring joke, you don't have the humorous cell in that aspect."

Zhou Chen waved his hand unconsciously and continued: "The three deceased had very few black particles, about 2 to 3 standards. The blood samples of other team members contained more particles. Among them, Li Xinyan and Lao Song were between 9 and 10. The test results showed that the average particle content in all team members was about 7.5. This should be a very safe number. According to the previous sampling and detection analysis, if you want to become a real "worker bee", the black particles in the injector's body should not be lower than the fifth level. This is a very clear dividing line, and no one can fake it."

Su Hao's next question pointed directly at the core: "The person who just received the injection should not have so many black particles. The grading theory you proposed makes some sense, but it does not apply to this situation."

“So we need time.”

Zhou Chen obviously knew that he would say this: "The initial attitude largely determines whether the injector can become a "worker bee". Their thinking will definitely change over time. Some are willing to obey your orders, while others agree to it but disdain it. For those outsiders who are willing to join the team, after injecting blood, they should undergo blood sample testing every three days. This process will last for thirty days, or forty days. This is almost a stable cycle of black particles adapting to the environment. The next thing is much simpler - higher than level 5, they are the real "worker bee". Below this standard, it is obviously ulterior motives or having doubtful thoughts. This difference is more intuitive and effective than lie detection. You must know that language can disguise the conspiracy that arises in the heart, but the data is evidence that no one can deny it."

Su Hao stared at Zhou Chen.

"About identification, you are in your sole responsibility. I don't want any other defection incidents to happen again, nor do I want to see someone committing a damn conspiracy in the team. We should be united and trust each other, rather than being nervous and guarding our companions all day long."

Zhou Chen nodded, stood up straight, and looked at him inquiringly: "What should we do if those outsiders who have been found out that do not belong to us?"

Su Hao was silent, his eyes showing a heart-pounding cold gaze.

"Kill them all, keep one-----"

..

The long highway was messy, with abandoned vehicles and all kinds of abandoned debris everywhere, and paper and plastic bags were flying randomly in the cold wind. Occasionally, birds stopped on the roof and looked around, which would always attract several zombies to reach out and grab. There was never an equal sign between clumsiness and flexibility, and it was naturally impossible to harvest results without meaning. Zombies tried very hard to catch the birds, but they could not achieve their goal. The sparrows chirped in the sky, obviously moaning these slow-moving monsters.

Han Fei held a ****, aimed at a sparrow more than 200 meters away, and pulled the trigger hard.

The lead bullet hit the head accurately. The poor bird could not even scream, so it was knocked away by powerful forces. It scattered a few feathers in the air and threw them heavily at the feet of a zombie. The lucky guy immediately bent down and picked it up, and he stuffed the dead bird into his mouth with great excitement. Another zombie next to him rushed over, hugging the head of a companion who was chewing with both hands, aimed at the mouth with a sparrow leg left, and bit it hard. With a "swish", the zombie's lips were torn apart, and the half of the sparrow was torn off instantly became the food in the mouth of the robber.

Shooting sparrows with air guns and watching the zombies scramble each other, this is the only pastime for Han Fei to pass his boring time.

Four days ago, he took twenty fully armed entourages to clear the zombies in the building under his feet, set up obstacles at the nearby entrance, and set up a camp.

On the roof, a blue and white flag fluttered. Of course, the pattern on it does not represent the words "UN" representing the United Nations, but the two Chinese characters "Sheng Fei" in the official script.

Han Fei is located in a room on the street on the fourth floor.

Looking at the zombies still fighting for food in the distance, Han Fei's thick bearded mouth plundered a smile. He put away his air gun, turned around, walked to the chair beside the table, and sat down.

Although the game is interesting, it cannot be played too much. Even small animals like sparrows, too many will attract large groups of corpses. Of course, this is also the reason why he uses almost no sound air guns instead of using rifles.

Han Fei doesn't like his overly feminine name, but he doesn't want to modify it. When others hear it for the first time, they always think it is the word "Han Fei", but they don't understand the radicals that have been subconsciously omitted. This should be considered a disguise to some extent. Han Fei never corrects it, nor will he take out his ID card to explain anything.

It's dinner time now.

He pried open the canned braised pork that had been heated on the dining table, and while eating it, he glanced at the "leopard head" standing more than three meters away in front of him.

"Tell me! How did the scorpion die?"

His tone of questioning was very cold, with a husky and groin-like voice that was unique to men.

The predecessor of "Sheng Fei" was a large family-run group. Han Fei didn't have much affection for the high-ranking masters of the same surname, and there was no closeness to him. After all, he was not his own father, and he was not considered a relative who was very busy walking.

When the virus broke out, Han Fei was undergoing military training.

It was a big valley with the property rights belonging to the group. The surrounding walls were tightly defended, and there were power grids. There were six instructors and more than thirty students. Like Han Fei, they all had the same surname.

Han Fei didn't understand what was going on outside. He only knew that the old man named Han, sitting in the seat of the group's chairman, summoned him, assigned people, and asked him to come to the city with weapons, food and immune agents to gather away refugees.

As far as he knows, the board of directors is doing similar work in other cities. The collected refugees will be sent to the group headquarters in northern provinces. After training and screening, they will become members of the new "Shengfei" group.

The "Leopard Head" was covered in blood, and his shoulders and cuffs were torn, revealing his body with skin and flesh. His hair was very messy, covered with dirt and dirt. There were several dry and hard blood clots on his head, and there was no shoe on his feet.

After setting up a camp in this city, eleven people had contact with it in four days. Han Fei did not use violent means to catch people, but instead smiled like the legendary Jesus, distribute food and immune agents to everyone.

This is a plan that the senior executives of "Shengfei" have already formulated - first establish a positive image among the survivors, so that the first beneficiaries can spread the news that there is such a camp, and more living people will naturally be attracted. When the number of people gathered in the camp reaches a certain number, they will use coaxing, deception, threats and other means to transport most unknown people to the headquarters of the Northern Group.

As for those survivors who are willing to obey orders, they can stay and build a new city here. As long as they move fast enough and do not waste time, everything here will belong to the "Shengfei" group.

"Leopard Head" and Scorpion were the first survivors Han Fei encountered in this city. As objects that must be won over, they were well received. In addition to immune agents, Han Fei kept them for lunch in the camp. Canned meat and rice, which usually seem ordinary and uncommon, have an indescribable effect on scorpions who have used dry food to satisfy their hunger for a long time.

He patted his chest and promised to persuade everyone in the residential building.

Han Fei likes scorpions very much.

Of course, not because of sexuality.

To put it bluntly, this kind of man who is brave and fierce is a thug. His way of thinking is simple, and even if there is any conspiracy, it is difficult to escape from the scope of violent resolution. He is easily tempted by material things and easily bribed.

A fist, plus a can, can become an obedient dog.

Many wealthy consortiums are carrying out the same plans as "Shengfei". In order to gather more people, "Shengfei" has set up strongholds in many cities. Kunming is just one of them. Large-scale expansion means that a large number of executive personnel are needed, and there are naturally fewer direct descendants of the group assigned to various places. Han Fei only has twenty people under him, and he must be guarded against omnipresent zombies. He brought a lot of weapons and food in order to select subordinates from among the survivors.

Han Fei did not distribute weapons to Scorpion.

He wanted to see how many people the guy he selected could bring back without material convenience? Han Fei would use this number to decide the status and treatment of Scorpion under his command in the future.

Half an hour ago, the "leopard head" with Scorpion stumbled back and said that Scorpion was dead.
Chapter completed!