The rules that the world uses to limit us are actually very simple, as it is said in a certain book, "The rules of the world are used to restrain fools", and smart people can always find a way to break free from it, at least in a certain way.

It's just that......

This world has become like this because there are too many smart people - zombies are rampant, and the desert spreads on the surface of the earth like scars.

Those "smart" people can't understand why they are in this situation, they are still on the wrong path. It has not occurred to these people that even the world before the outbreak of the virus was not ready for change in China.

Just like Lin Ming, he never thought about whether the path he took at this time was the one he should take.

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This night was not an accident of losing the moonlight and stars, perhaps it was already destined that Lin Ming would seize Mo Ye's ** in such a night, and then drive through the barren sandbar on a motorcycle.

The stars are unknown, it is taboo in ancient China, and it must be inappropriate at such a time.

The things left by the ancients naturally have their own truths, but Lin Ming probably didn't care about these truths at all.

He seems to know only two things: strength, survival.

Now he is galloping in his quest for power, and there is no Big Dipper in the night sky to guide him.

"Huh?"

Lin Ming glanced at the 'black technology product' he assembled, just now, he found that the direction on the instrument screen was obviously deflected, at first Lin Ming also thought that it was the shaking caused by his car crossing the sand dune, but then the angle of deflection began to increase, and the strange thing was that the number on the screen was still decreasing according to the original frequency.

"Wow!"

Lin Ming stopped the motorcycle, and the number on the instrument had dropped to "15" at this time, which meant that the straight-line distance between him and the "Desert Ship" hotel was less than 15 kilometers, and if he drove at the speed just now, he could arrive in half an hour at most.

It's just that......

“15。 ”

“14。 ”

“13……”

Even when Lin Ming stopped the car, the distance between him and the signal source was constantly narrowing, either the instrument he "developed independently" was wrong, or the signal source was really in the process of approaching him.

Lin Ming, who is familiar with the original show, knows what Claire's convoy is doing at this time, and they will not leave the 'Desert Boat' tonight.

So...... Is the instrument broken?

Lin Ming began to disassemble the instrument, and he used his mental power to test the wiring in every place, but he did not find the slightest disconnection.

Lin Ming is confident that his instrument design is correct.

So......

Lin Ming didn't have the slightest expression on his face, and after reassembling the instrument, he pulled the throttle and drove directly in the direction where the signal source was constantly approaching.

He could already smell the sacrifices......

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Just a dozen kilometers away from Linming, two helicopters were flying leisurely.

"Stephen, speed up!We can't leave the base for too long!" a pale-skinned man roared over the communicator, the helicopter's propellers too loud, "It's been too long since the pilot has been raw?!"

"Hell, the box down there's a little heavier......" A slightly helpless voice sounded in the headphones.

"How much does it weigh?" It can be seen that the one who asked earlier should be a chatter, and at this time it is purely to pass the boring night.

Two helicopters fly over the desert, and under each helicopter hangs a medium-sized container, which looks like the container used to hold the mutated zombies in the original show.

The containers looked rather heavy, swaying as the helicopter flew unsteadily, raising concerns about when they would suddenly pull off their ropes and fall.

"A container of corpses, what do you say?" Stephen's voice was more nonchalant, and it seemed to them that the task couldn't be simpler - just transport the boxes below to the designated place to drop off.

And after this vote, they didn't have to do anything real for a week at the base - of course, in the isolation ward of the base.

The T virus in the outside world does not know how far it has mutated, from the beginning of the injection to play a role to the later air infection, the evolution of the T virus has not stopped for a moment, and it has spread to the whole world, and it may have evolved into a completely new thing somewhere in this world. With the strictness of the umbrella company, every employee who has been outside will be quarantined for at least a month.

Oh, that's not an interesting answer...... Stephen. "What do you think of the girl we met last time?"

"Tsk, the quality of the survivors is declining...... Stephen whistled, full of evil smell, although he didn't say the full text, but thinking that "the girl from last time" got a bad ending.

The umbrella company has long regarded human life as a mustard, and such a corporate culture is well conveyed to every employee.

"Yooo~ Are you still reminiscing?" continued, he seemed to be full of interest in the topic, and even his ability to fly a helicopter and observe the surrounding situation had decreased a lot.

There was no response from the other end of the "......" communicator.

"Stephen?!" thought it was just a brief silence from the other party, but he still didn't get a response from Stephen in the car.

"Someone's coming!Look below!" Stephen replied at this point.

In the desert, the fast-moving point of light is the lamp of Linming's motorcycle.

"Regardless of him, we just need to transport the things to the predetermined location!" said wisely, he can survive in the base until now, and he knows the disadvantages of "making extraneous branches".

"Pull it up!" said Stephen.

But......

"Gra!"

As soon as the helicopter raised its head, one of the steel cables that tied the container suddenly dissolved, and without warning, the container tilted down hard!

"Oh!no!!" Stephen visibly felt the helicopter sink down, and suddenly understood what was going on.

The umbrella company has clear rewards and punishments, and if the tasks explained above are not completed, you will definitely encounter something more terrible than death.

With this in mind, Stephen didn't hesitate to press down on the helicopter's head, catering to the downward trend of the box.

"Rope broken!Help!" Stephen yelled over the communicator.

"You're kidding me!" said the chatter, but the movement of his hands was so fast that he pulled down the joystick and the whole helicopter dived down

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