Lin Feihu has a very clear understanding of these things in the past few years.

The government knew that there was such a disaster and prepared measures to deal with it in advance.

But Lin Feihu knew very well that this country was too large and had too many people, and rescue and help could not benefit everyone. Perhaps, Class A and Class B were the standards that distinguish between rescued people and abandoned people. It was cruel and sounded desperate, but it was a reality that must be faced.

For a while, Lin Feihu was also wondering whether the so-called virus outbreak would be a man-made disaster secretly manipulated by the government?

There are too many problems that plague the government—— corruption, inflation, population pressure, scarcity of resources, insufficient energy supply and demand. Every time the head of government changes, they rack their brains to solve many problems left by the previous term. Every big figure comes to power and shouts that they will completely solve these people's most concerned focus. However, year after year, old problems have not been solved, and new troubles are endless. The ruling class, intermediate officials, and the people are simply fighting wits and courage, and they will never make concessions for their respective interests. If you really break the framework and solve these problems at once, the best way is to let the cancer makers disappear forever.

In any aspect, the government has a full motivation to do this.

Let those people die, or just kill them.

Lin Feihu was not sure whether his guess was correct.

Because that's too crazy, too scary, too scary.

Many people died, and many others became zombies.

Guangzhou, Shanghai, Tianjin, Wenzhou... Like the "Shengfei" Group, all wealthy consortiums focus on the densely populated eastern cities. Based on the information feedback from each squadron, Lin Feihu can roughly calculate the number of deaths in each city. That is not a simple data in units of "thousands" or "ten thousand", but a shockingly huge tens of millions, hundreds of millions.

Lin Feihu instinctively felt fear!

That almost innate thinking drove Lin Feihu to face the living people with a more crazier attitude. He tried his best to gather the population, cultivated a large number of fields near the manor, selected the best soldiers to exchange weapons and ammunition with the military, and tried every means to enrich his private army.

Even he himself couldn't tell where this fear came from?

This is not a real landscape that can be seen with the naked eye, but it always presses heavily on Lin Feihu like a mountain.

Every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to see countless bloody corpses walking towards him. Although he had never killed anyone, those people were looking for his life like madmen. Lin Feihu almost dared to sleep, and only occasionally took a nap when he couldn't hold on. He felt that he had participated in an extremely dirty conspiracy, but he could not see through the inside story.

He had thought about committing suicide.

This is probably the only way to obtain purity and peace.

Death cannot solve the problem——The Lin family still has dozens of immediate relatives and two sons. They don’t know anything. The military will never tell them what they did before the outbreak of the virus. What should they do if they die? Being killed? The manor was disbanded? Everything became the treasure of other wealthy consortiums?

Lin Feihu couldn't find the second option.

He could only capture more refugees with more cruelty and cruel means. He used these innocent people to serve as the stable base of the family.

The environment forces people to change——The good can become a madman, and cruelty will devour conscience. This world is originally occupied by darkness and light. In order to live, nothing cannot be done.

The entire team slogan was heard from the square outside.

Now, it's lunch time.

The door quietly loosened a slit from the outside, and a dining cart was pushed in from the outside. Three women in black lace-inlaid white servant uniforms pushed the cart and carefully placed tableware and dishes on the table. They were very young, about twenty years old. The makeup was a bit thick, and the length of false eyelashes may exceed five to eight centimeters. They looked quite attractive, but completely concealed their original appearance.

The lunch was very rich——there was a plate of crispy, tender and fragrant fried eels on the table, a bowl of plum vegetable and a plate of fried green vegetables with oily green color. In the small plate next to it, half a sliced ​​braised pork ears were placed. Although it was left over from last dinner, it tasted very good and chewy.

There is a river to the north of the manor, and several pieces of land nearby have greenhouses built. These meat and vegetables seem luxurious under the current circumstances, but in fact they don’t take much time.

A maid was holding an exquisite porcelain bowl full of rice and placed it carefully in front of Lin Feihu.

The rice is very fragrant and it is high-quality japonica rice.

Lin Feihu frowned, held up a piece of cold pig's ears with chopsticks, picked it up and shook it, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crisp sound. After a moment, he turned his eyes to three maids standing side by side like a frightened little white rabbit, looking nervous and helpless.

Lin Feihu sent more than 30 armed teams to gather refugees.

With food and immune agents, the work of recruiting and gathering the fugitives became simple. In less than two months, the Shengfei Group had collected more than 20,000 refugees. Among them, more than 600 people with the best physical fitness and the strongest combat effectiveness were selected by the military. In order to expand their strength, Lin Feihu chose more than 6,000 men and women from the remaining crowds to join the private army. As for the remaining elderly, weak women and children, there were fields everywhere near the manor. They had to farm, otherwise they would starve to death.

A few young and beautiful women were selected from more than 20,000 people to serve as servants. This was the idea of ​​Lin Feihu's youngest son, Lin Zhou, the second son of the Lin family.

Both sons like to play with women, which is not a secret in the Lin family.

Lin Feihu is very open-minded about these things and is unwilling to care about them too much——it is necessary to spend money to earn back. Anyway, you can buy back the enjoyment and fun with money, so why bother to commit crimes and harm others and yourself? Therefore, Lin Feihu is never stingy in terms of family enjoyment, and it can even be said to be a luxury.

Especially after the youngest son, the youngest third son, turned into a zombie in front of him, Lin Feihu transferred all his family affection to the other two sons.

Not to mention playing with a few women, even if more than 20,000 refugees were ruined, Lin Feihu would not touch his son's finger.

Anyway, all my property was donated to the government a few years ago, and now it is just a little interest.

Anyway, there is no fun to live now——No normal entertainment, no market, no information media.. What else can I do if I don’t play with women? Is it just masturbation?

Anyway, anyway, anyway... Anyway, I have a gun in my hand, so I can do whatever I want.

The environment is indeed the biggest stimulator that drives people's changes.

However, what my son likes does not mean that Lin Feihu also likes it.

He took a bite of the rice and said vaguely: "You all go out! In the future, just let Wu Ma come here."

Lin Feihu doesn’t like young and beautiful little girls. They are too enthusiastic and too intense.

Indeed, it was really exciting to have a half-blocked old man like me to have fun with the young model. But that was simply overdrawing his life, and his remaining energy was sucked away by the beautiful beauty. Lin Feihu wanted to live a few more years, but he was unwilling to take off his pants and be regarded as impotence and sexual incompetence by the little girl who was full of expectations. Therefore, he chose an old woman in her fifties from more than 20,000 refugees who looked very elegant as her personal waiter.

The three maids with excellent appearance and temperament looked at each other, and after owing prudently and carefully, they left the room in sequence.

The door did not close, and a tall man walked in from outside.

He was about twenty years old and very young, but his facial expression seemed cold and vicissitudes. He wore a brown and gray military old combat uniform, and his broad shoulders seemed like thick sand. His skin was very dark, which easily reminded people of negative characters such as thugs or pirates.

He walked to the dining table, stood with his hands crossed, his eyes drooping, and his unruly face showed a very respectful expression.

"Sir, as you told me, the two subsequent new brigades have been integrated and can set off at any time."

Lin Feihu put down the bowls and chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and stared at the man standing in front of him with a bright look.

He knew Luo Jingpeng by accident—Eight years ago, Lin Feihu lost his wallet in a nightclub. Because there were only two or three thousand yuan and a few credit cards in the bag, Lin Feihu didn't care about it. A few days later, the police station called to notify the lost and found. Lin Feihu, who got the wallet, found that there was nothing in it. That afternoon, he talked with the nightclub manager and took away Luo Jingpeng, who was still a waiter at the time.

Lin Feihu has always believed that "integrity" is the most precious characteristic of human society. Naturally, he trained Luo Jingpeng as a confidant. Luo Jingpeng's performance did not disappoint, and was even better than Lin Feihu's other two sons.

The "Shengfei" group trained family members who passed physical examinations before the outbreak of the virus. These people, together with more than 2,000 armed trainees, formed the core elite of the "Shengfei" group. After obtaining the military's permission, Lin Feihu trained the gathered refugees, and qualified people were assigned to the family private army.

Each new brigade has five hundred people, and two brigades are one thousand.

Two weeks ago, Lin Zhou, the second son of the Lin family, had already set out in advance with an elite squadron and several other newly formed brigades. With some logistics and machinery maintenance personnel, the total number of advance troops exceeded 3,000.

The support troops will set off later. The details depend on the news sent back by the advance troops.

This is an extremely huge force.

Although most of the weapons and equipment are old-style firearms replaced by the military, they are well maintained and have sufficient ammunition. Judging from actual combat power, they are probably weaker than militias in peacetime.

Lin Feihu never had the idea of ​​giving up Kunming.

He has gained it and lost it. He has almost been struggling and repeatedly in such ups and downs.

Han Fei's team and Lin Jingshang's squadron have not heard back any news. In a chaotic and terrifying world, "missing" is equivalent to "death".

Before the outbreak of the virus, the military conducted physical testing on all members of the Lin family. Many people failed to survive because they were "Class B". Lin Feihu attached great importance to these remaining relatives.

Lin Jingshang is his nephew, and even if he dies, he will find the body.

"Xiaopeng, I handed over almost half of my belongings to you. Be sure to use them well and give the best effect———”

Lin Feihu stood up from the chair, walked to Luo Jingpeng, grabbed his thick-boned hands, and said expectantly: "Xiao Zhou will build a base there. You can catch up with them now. I will arrange for others to take the new brigade to go there as soon as possible. Xiao Zhou is still young, please help him more. You must find the murderer who killed Jing Shang. I want to see who is against me?"

The excessively intense speaking speed made the old Lin Feihu breathe a little. He held Luo Jingpeng's arm, stood there and gasped for a few seconds, took out a sealed syringe from his shirt pocket, and handed it to Luo Jingpeng with a unique kind expression from his elders.

"Haha! This is for you."

That is a first-level enhancement potion.

The military has begun mass production of this kind of drug, and its scope of use is limited to the internal personnel of the military. Of course, the wealthy consortium has installed cronies in the military, and some can also be obtained through formal or informal means. The senior military leaders turn a blind eye to this kind of thing. As long as the number of outflows is not large and does not affect the normal share of soldiers that should be allocated, no one will care about it.

In the end of the world where zombies are everywhere, the amount of an enhancement potion is equivalent to the second life.

Luo Jingpeng slowly clenched his five fingers and nodded silently.

..

Winter nights come earlier than usual.

It was already dark before seven o'clock. The rain and darkness quickly covered the earth. The damp and cold rain curtains and night blocked the view and could not look far in any direction. Although there was dim light, it was not strong. Its only function was to show that there were humans moving here, rather than being as silent as a cemetery.

Chen Yanlin, deputy chief of staff of the 41st Group Army, sat at his desk and carefully looked through the copy of the notebook transferred from the KD03 base a few hours ago.

There was a thick stack of documents on the table. Chen Yanlin himself had to read these things before they could be signed and approved. However, he had no time to deal with these things now. The content recorded in the notebook and the anatomical video aroused his extremely interested.

As an elderly man in his sixties, Chen Yanlin has almost shared appearance characteristics at this age—sparse hair, baldness, crispy and floating skin, more and more dark spots on both sides of his cheeks, dense wrinkles on his eyes and forehead, and often feel powerless.

As a senior major general of the group army, Chen Yanlin has injected immune agents and second-level enhancement agents. These two things make him refreshed. While feeling the strength and speed, his body also releases the special vitality that only young people have.

Wang Qinian, president of the Academy of Sciences, said: "This power comes from mutated cells."

From his current status and perspective, Chen Yanlin no longer believes in so-called authority and experts.

But he never doubted Wang Qinian. Although this fat man was old and ugly, he probably hadn't washed his dirty white coat for twenty years. This appearance has nothing to do with the word "scientist", but no one can deny that Wang Qinian is the most honest, most conscientious and most academic achievement in China.

The effect of immunity and fortification agents on the body is obvious. The strong energy and physical strength make people feel young, and it is true. According to the analysis of the ingredients of the fortification agents a few years ago, a new round of metabolism in the injector's cells will appear, and the natural death time will be postponed to five to seven years.

The military has never paid more attention to the research direction of science, especially biological science, as it is now. Chen Yanlin also benefited from it. Therefore, he is very concerned about news and cases in this regard. Especially for the copies of notes and copies of the KD03 base transferred in the first two times, he used them as a backup of confidential documents and then transferred them to the Group Army Confidentiality Office.

Chen Yanlin started studying this note from noon today.

Unlike the previous two times, this time the observation record also had an additional live video. The two mutated corpses in the image were significantly different from the zombies. The bloody and terrifying scenes occupied all Chen Yanlin's brain thinking. While shocking and shocking, he began to feel unprecedented worry. So he pushed open his chair and stood up, slowly walked to the window, staring at the varnished night sky outside.

Chen Yanlin did not think the statements marked with red markings and aggravated symbols in his observation notes were too exaggerated. Yes, zombies are becoming stronger and stronger. Many frontline soldiers have this feeling. There are at least ten reports from various inspection stations and frontier bases on their desks. Whether the person involved is an officer or a soldier, they have repeatedly claimed that the zombies they encountered recently are "very strong, quick-moving" and "even running."

These descriptions are very vague and have no accurate basis for calculating.

After standing for about ten minutes, Chen Yanlin sat down again. He turned on the computer, called out Su Hao's file, and looked at the handsome young man with a slightly smiling face in the photo in the upper right corner of the screen. Chen Yanlin was first surprised by his too young appearance. Then, the expression on his face immediately became full of anger as he glanced at the contents.

This file was uploaded by Li Daoyuan from the KD03 base to the headquarters of the group army.

Su Hao's personal identity information was collected, verified and reported by Wu Guoguang. Because the first observation note was valued by the military and the Academy of Sciences, both Li Daoyuan and Wu Guoguang's military ranks were promoted. Out of guilt for Su Hao, when Li Daoyuan uploaded the archives, he filled in thousands of words in Su Hao's "Personal Performance" column. The content was nothing more than helping the soldiers of the inspection station, rescuing survivors surrounded by zombies, helping the military distribute immune drugs, observing the living habits of zombies close up in dangerous environments, etc.

These things look ordinary.

Word games are something that is very stylish and can deceive the thinking of the eyes and brain. A simple thing, polished by beautiful words, is raised very high by the set-up words, coupled with the proof of a large number of bystanders, and a series of cumbersome and real numbers... The image of Su Hao on paper immediately became vivid.

Of course, Chen Yanlin, who is in a high position, would not be confused by such superficial things. But he still felt angry—because the "personal reward" column of Su Hao's file was actually blank.

(Luo Jingpeng has appeared. OK! This time you are promoted. Another actor Chen Yanlin is played by book friend "Death Fang". Applause! Sprinkle! Swallow! Voting!)
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