Within the immigration group, two groups that are opposed to each other but must rely on each other to exist.

The officers and soldiers of the escort team led by Qi Yue represent the military. They also obey Fang Yujie's orders, but when the orders conflict, they will still stand on Qi Yue's side. The number of these people is not large, with only more than 460 people, but without exception, they are all psychics who have received pure blood or desalination fluid transformation. In addition to Qi Yue, the number of parasites is as high as 26.

Since entering the underground base, Fang Yujie has been committed to virus and biological research. No one knows how far her research has been conducted? She cannot explore her understanding of species evolution and mutation ability. As a woman, coupled with her tough stance to ensure the interests of the people, she naturally became the decision-making leader of the immigration group. However, out of strangeness to the wasteland world and the loss of control of the Qiyue Group, as an indispensable means of response, she also selected twenty soldiers from the direct guards to transform them into parasites. It was in this extremely strange, but not hostile or friendly state that the immigration group finally achieved an extremely delicate balance. In the end, she was able to reach her destination smoothly.

Uncovering the long-closed memory, there is no pleasant part in it. Apart from the abuse, it is just that.

Chifo.

bare.

Of course, whether Qi Yue or Fang Yujie, both of them have basis for showing their position to be absolutely correct. They do not exclude each other, nor have they ever thought of destroying their opponents by violent means. Just to achieve their goals, they try hard to strengthen the power under their control. Race continuation has become an excuse. Equality, freedom and other beautiful words that are desirable are probably the complete destruction of civilization.

Only when the world re-degenerates into the primitive era of the rule of apes can it be truly realized.

Lin Xiang stared at Qi Yue silently, and after a few minutes, he shook his head with great emotion and said, "I originally thought I could hear a passionate story of the struggle of the end of the world from you, but I didn't expect that even with Fang Yujie, there was still an irreconcilable dispute. Maybe this is the essence of human society!"

Qi Yue opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just nodded silently. Then he reached out and took the wine bottle from the coffee table and filled the empty cup in front of him again.

"What kind of world is the West?"

Suddenly, Lin Zhou asked a rather strange question.

Qi Yue obviously understood the hidden part of his words. He twisted his thumb and gently shook his wine glass. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his eyelids and stared at the other person with extremely complicated eyes.

"The main urban circles centered on Urumqi were all attacked by nuclear bombs. As for the hundreds of thousands of civilians you withdraw from Chengdu, no one could survive the nuclear winter for decades. After we arrived at our destination, we found six underground bases in the coordinate locations according to the electronic map left before the war, as well as a large number of warehouses and reserves. They were well sealed, and relying on the ninety-eight-digit password, all the materials left before the war belonged to us..."

Qi Yue will never forget the moment he just walked into the front-end move-to-depot.

There are broken walls everywhere.

The concrete fragments falling off the surface of the building and the curved and rusty steel bars form the background that occupies the main components in the visual image. The dry air always exudes rotten smell, the endless Gobi Desert, the dilapidated and collapsed houses, the wreckage of vehicles abandoned in the corners of the roadside walls, and the hanging curtains shaking on the huge triangular electric tower.

As the sight extends to the distance, the remaining dark sky in the depths of memory is the almost eternal and inconvenient gray sky, and there are also the clusters of rolling under the strong wind.

Black radiant clouds that swallow each other and float quickly.

There is no extra person except myself and the followers standing by.

Desolation does have a kind of desolation and alternative beauty. However, a brief curiosity.

In an instant, he was completely replaced by the fear that inexplicably surged into his heart. Unlike the instinctive fear of facing powerful enemies, he was retreating and giving up for the confusion and despair of the future.

At that moment, Qi Yue suddenly realized.

He finally understood why General Lu Yulin would rather accept the fate of illness and death than inject the transformation fluid that could allow him to obtain eternal life. Compared with the wilderness that cannot resist and is full of fear and thorns, death is indeed a kind of enjoyment and a luxury.

"No one survived in the entire immigration area. There were almost no animals and there were very few vegetation. However, those hundreds of thousands of immigrants did not die in vain. They left us a huge legacy, and it was precisely because of this that the later Red Republican Army gradually developed as you know it now."

Lin Xiang frowned, thought for a moment, and asked uncertainly: "Legend?"

"It is the hundreds of thousands of human bones that have died and rotted, which remain among the houses in the immigration area."

Qi Yue said seriously, emphasizing the word "skeleton", and then added: "As early as the old days, the highest ** had collected genes from the people as reserves. Northeast China, central China, northwest and other places, including the underground base where we live, also preserved a large number of gene reserves. However, most of the biological warehouses were unknown, and many top-secret files had been damaged in the war. At that time, most of the materials carried by the immigration team had been exhausted, and food and bullet drugs needed to be supplemented. Returning to the base in the suburbs of Beijing to retrieve the inventory genes, or mass-producing copy people within the base, both options were not realistic. However, environmental factors forced us to create a sufficient number of large groups in a short period of time. Otherwise, no one knew what would happen next. After all, we knew nothing about the wasteland world, like a group of strangers exiled to the primitive planet."

Lin Xiang nodded thoughtfully and said, "So, you use the bones of those immigrants as the basis to mass-produce copyists on site?"

"That is not a assembly line operation in the simple sense. It must go through strict gene screening and material ratio."

Qi Yue drank a big sip of wine, smacked his lips, and said: "Gene extracted from bones and produced embryos in the cultivation workshop. Based on artificial proteins, a series of drug injections and penetration were used to finally obtain synthetic life forms with independent consciousness. From beginning to end, Fang Yujie and her team of researchers operated the entire process. According to her research, the metabolic cycle of temporary replicators was very short and the cell tissue structure was extremely unstable. Only by intercourse with each other

Only the second generation of humans can truly inherit the genes of their parents and reshape a more stable internal system. In this sense, the first generation of replicators is actually equivalent to all the reserve resources that must be consumed. Even if there is a biological prolonging agent for catalysis, it will take at least seven to ten years to truly form a group society. Moreover, the gene ratio is not repeatable, and it is necessary to avoid the situation of close relatives or intergenerational marriages. From the completion of the cleaning base work to the first batch of replicators taking off the production line, it took us less than six months.

A total of more than 30,000 replicas were obtained, mainly them.

New food factories, farms, energy refineries, and machinery workshops are gradually being built. However, the losses are also huge... Fourteen researchers were exhausted to death."

Regarding the problem of replicating the cellular structure between human constitution and offspring, Lin Xiang has already learned everything from Liu Yuchen and Rand Walker. Despite this, he still reached out to pick up the wine bottle, filled Qi Yue and his cups, held them high, and said in a deep and emotional voice: "Good a drink, for those who are dead and still alive-----"

"They did not die in vain. At least the population is still thriving, even though the radiation has not yet dissipated, it is our planet and our world."

"Clang one by one"

The crisp glass collided, and the wine in the glass shook. No one brought the cup closer to his lips, but tilted it at the same time, slowly making two straight wet marks on the carpet covered with countless ash and oil.

The room returned to silence again. No one wanted to drink, nor did anyone continue to smoke, as if everything had completely solidified with the memories of the past.

"Let's talk about Jin Tianzheng! Apart from you and Dr. Fang, no matter from any perspective, this guy should be the protagonist who runs through the whole story-----"

After pausing for a moment, Gu Xiang continued his problem.

Qi Yue raised his head and stared at him with deep eyes. Lin Xiang's face was calm and calm, and he was curious about trying to figure out the secret.

This is the second time Lin Xiang mentioned the name of a great leader. Whenever he thinks of this person, Qi Yue always feels an indescribable bitterness.

At the underground base in the suburbs of Beijing, the Socialist Party is just a small group with no power.

Strictly speaking, it cannot even be called a political party at all. At best, it is just a small group formed by survivors because of their combination of interests. If we must find the corresponding form from the old society.

It is more like the "Hongxing" gangster in the young and dandy movies.

For a long time, Jin Tianzheng actually did not understand what the drug injected into his body was. As an indispensable excuse, he only obtained an explanation like "Class Protein Acid" from Fang Yujie. Of course, the subsequent changes in the body were obviously not consistent with the previous explanation. While feeling the power of the initial evolution, he began to restlessness, desperately wanted to find the "anti-drug" to test himself as a guinea pig, but it was fruitless. After all, during this period, Qi Yue and Fang Yujie were still the absolute leaders of the survivor group.

The moment he walked out from the ground, Jin Tianzheng felt confused and fearful. Although the actions inside the Kazu had a considerable degree of artificiality, it was just to give himself a better living environment. However, the desolate reality completely shattered the last trace of expectation deep in his mind. Like others, he also howled in pain in the wilderness where no one responded, kneeling on his knees and punching the ground with two punches... In the end, only the cold and dry wind made the hot brain, which was on the edge of madness, gradually regained his rationality.

The convoy encountered refugees in the crime of wasteland. Jin Tianzheng witnessed the women who were broken into bones after committing violence. He felt chilling——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

He felt that his thinking and consciousness had stagnated. The various educations he received from childhood to adulthood had no effect in the face of cruel reality. He could not have been more effective than his fists by shouting ten thousand words of "Long live the party". Even if he leaned over and knelt down and prayed to Marx with great devout piety, he would not have been able to sit by the river that was about to dry up, and he could get the mutton and bread sent by God by the crow.

Jin Tianzheng was no longer as enthusiastic as before. He began to sit in front of the car window for a long time, looking at the wilderness in the distance and silent. No one knew what he was thinking, or just a meaningless silence came from death and drastic changes around him, which could indeed instantly defeat human thinking and turn the wise into a madman.

Three accidental emergencies changed all this.

In the wasteland world, the most common ones are mutated creatures.

Jin Tianzheng, who was camping at night, gathering edible plants near the convoy, encountered a huge, fierce and hungry giant rat. Relying on the power generated by injecting desalination potion, he twisted the giant rat's neck with both hands. Just as he was dragging the dead rat to return to the camp, a figure hidden in the dark suddenly threw him down from behind. Then, he felt something numb on his shoulders.

A sharp metal needle pierced into the flesh. After a moment, the whole person had lost consciousness and fell to the ground in a drowsy manner.

Speaking of this, we have to mention another person, Qian Ziming.

He was once one of the main biochemical weapons researchers in the old era to fight zombies. As a scholar, Qian Ziming's unique insights in biological viruses are indeed far beyond ordinary people. Especially in the cultivation of new species, he has a concept of almost crazy thinking. If the biological warfare continues and the development of things does not end with the outbreak of nuclear war, then he is very likely to become the new generation of biological authority in the Republic.

The nuclear explosion killed most of the living zombies and destroyed the entire world. This was not the result that Qian Ziming wanted.

Absolutely not.

Judging from the series of actions he risked his life to approach the military laboratory, he was a very speculative person. In fact, his long-term suppressed work and life have had a large negative impact on Qian Ziming's brain thinking. His psychology began to be distorted. The number of deaths in the war had nothing to do with him or not. Whether the city was occupied was not the focus. He just wanted to make a name for himself,

He has this capital, and the ability he lacks is just an opportunity.

The rank of lieutenant colonel, the title of expert of the Republic, enjoys ministerial treatment, and holders of special allowances of the State Council should admit that Qian Ziming does have extremely rich research capabilities in biology. However, from the moment he entered the underground base, all his previous efforts were wasted.

Qian Ziming has fantasized about the various scenes of returning home in glory countless times. He wants to let those factory managers who look down on themselves, use themselves as tools, and deprive themselves of their own interests. Please look at it. I am better than you, a bunch of fat and big-eared bastards. He needs to be recognized from his surprised and shocked eyes, see the regretful pain on his ex-wife's face, and see the snobbish neighbors who are stunned and stare at the sight of this goal. He does everything he should do. He has almost no rest time and devotes himself to the research topic of the virus. If possible, he even wants to get the high position of a major general. Life is actually the best manifestation of power and wealth!

The word general is worthless in an underground base.

Qian Ziming, who lost his goal, was once confused and painful. On the day he walked out of the ground, he was also desperate about the future. However.

He quickly found his new goals and new values.

He was very envious of the changes in the supernatural powers of Qi Yue and Fang Yujie. Out of the danger prediction of the omnipresent danger of the wasteland world, Qian Ziming immediately noticed the huge difference between ordinary people and evolved individuals. He began to look for every opportunity to approach Fang Yujie, and even had methods such as courtship. The purpose was only one—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

At that time, there was no conflict between Qi Yue and Fang Yujie. Despite this, Qian Ziming's request to obtain pure blood for "research" was rejected by Fang Yujie. She bluntly stated that there was no love between herself and Qian Ziming, as for the research on the physical constitution of the supernatural beings.

It can be performed on the basis of existing samples, but it is impossible to distribute even a milliliter of pure blood.

Qian Ziming did not scold or roar like thunder. He left silently, instead targeting the soldiers in the immigration team who had undergone physical transformation, hoping to get enough blood from them to complete research that is beneficial to him. However, under the strict ban from Fang Yujie and Qi Yue, this plan was completely failed.
Chapter completed!