In the headquarters of the 258th Brigade, Zhao Jiangqiang supported his tired body, waiting for Liu Yuanzhou to come to report, and lit cigarettes one after another, but he couldn't get rid of the fatigue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Another few cigarettes passed, and when the smell of burning cigarettes began to make Zhao Jiang feel sick, the orderly finally led Liu Yuanzhou into the command headquarters.

"Report to the Brigadier." After Liu Yuanzhou entered the door, he first raised his hand and saluted, "Liu Yuanzhou, commander-in-chief of the front-line command of the corpse operation, came to report." ”

Zhao Jiang laughed, put out his cigarette and beckoned to Liu Yuanzhou and said, "Yuanzhou, you are not used to this set, you can not do it, it doesn't matter, you don't have to be restrained." Come, sit! ”

Liu Yuanzhou sat on the chair that Zhao Jiang pointed to as he said, and then Zhao Jiang couldn't wait to ask: "How is the Heavenly Sword operation?" Can the Falcon Squad be damaged? ”

Operation Heavenly Sword was a combat operation led by Zhao Jiang, organized by Jiang Haichao, and commanded by Liu Yuanzhou, with the main goal of hunting mutants and cracking down on organized criminal gangs.

Operation Heavenly Sword consists of two teams of elite warriors, four Awakened Ones, and Liu Yuanzhou himself.

"There are currently no casualties, and the combat results are as expected. Now that the Falcon Squad has been led by Qi Lie to Yuanjiang Normal College, according to the clues I have gathered, there may be a large number of mutants there. After Liu Yuanzhou finished speaking, he took out a bracelet engraved with unknown symbols and handed it to Zhao Jiang, "I came back this time to report something more important to you." ”

"Oh? This is? Zhao Jiang held the bracelet and looked at it over and over, but he couldn't see the fame.

"Two things, the first is this kind of bracelet, after filling the zombie brain core, it can greatly strengthen the physical fitness of the wearer, the specific data is here, you can also wear it yourself." Liu Yuanzhou handed over a document and continued, "I have organized a group of researchers led by Dai Xin, a professor of semiotics, to study this, but so far nothing has been achieved. ”

"Oh?" Zhao Jiang was amazed and couldn't believe it. After all, when people reach middle age, their ability to accept such unknown novelties is always inferior to that of young people.

"And where did this bracelet come from?" After trying the bracelet, Zhao Jiang's attitude immediately became serious, "What is the connection between the person who made the bracelet and the virus that caused the disaster this time!" Is there some conspiracy! ”

Liu Yuanzhou shook his head calmly and said, "At present, there is no connection. I think it is necessary for us to master the way this bracelet is made. If it can be manufactured in large quantities and popularized, it will not only improve the combat effectiveness of the troops, but also may open up a completely new scientific and technological system. ”

"This is the foundation of a strong country!" Zhao Jiang's two thick eyebrows touched, and he nodded solemnly: "For the sake of the country and the people, we must master the manufacturing method and relevant information of this bracelet!" Do whatever it takes! ”

"Understood." Liu Yuanzhou nodded, "Leave it to me." ”

"Let Jiang Haichao handle this matter with you." After Zhao Jiang finished speaking, he smiled bitterly at Liu Yuanzhou with a little apology, and said, "Yuanzhou, it's not that I don't believe you, it's a big matter, and there can't be any accidents." ”

"I understand." Liu Yuanzhou smiled and nodded, on the way to come, he was ready to be supervised and supervised, collective interests are greater than personal interests, for the country, in order to save more Yuanjiang compatriots, sacrificing his personal interests and part of his power, there is nothing to hesitate.

"And what about the second thing?"

"In the process of collecting the refugees, our department rescued a survivor who escaped from the Yuangui Expressway. According to him, there was a faint light visible from the outside of the dome, and I thought it was possible that the outside was trying to contact us, and I wanted to take someone there right away to find out. ”

"Okay, without further ado, you can rest for a while, and then go." Zhao Jiang nodded in agreement, "The command of the Falcon Squad will be transferred to Qi Lie and Jiang Haichao. ”

"Okay." Liu Yuanzhou saluted Zhao Jiang again, and then strode out of the conference room.

Zhao Jiang sat in place, sighed for a long time, leaned on the table and chair for a while, fell into a deep stupor, and walked into the command room to clean up the orderly who wanted to let Brigade Commander Zhao go to bed to rest, but he didn't dare to wake up Brigade Commander Zhao, who was finally able to rest for a while, so he could only find a thin blanket and cover it for Zhao Jiang, and then gently covered the door and whispered to the guards: "The brigade commander is asleep, don't let people go in again." ”

The guard nodded sensibly and stood guard outside the door, trying to gain more rest time for Zhao Jiang.

………………

In Yuanjiang Normal College, the bones are covered with white bones, and it is as lonely as the Dead Sea.

A teenager armed with two guns strolls along the corridor, humming a little song softly, walking in the bloodstained and dried fly-infested aisle, as if walking in his own back garden.

It was certainly not his garden, so soon the uninvited guest was stopped and seven mutants surrounded him in the middle.

"Click, click, new here?" The lead mutant puffed out its swollen throat and made an unpleasant sound.

"Ah, uninvited, I still hope for Haihan." The young man smiled chic and had a good demeanor.

The mutant leader felt that he was being compared, and was extremely unhappy, and decided to give this ignorant newcomer a dismount: "You, Ka, what's your name?" Click, click, before I can't help but pull out your Holy Core, you'd better give me a reason to let you go, click. ”

"Ah, let me introduce myself, my name is Shiro." The young man raised his hands and made a gesture, "He is the future king of the Holy Clan." ”

"Click, quack, quack—" The mutant leader let out a duck-like laugh, but it wasn't long before the cacophony of laughter came to an abrupt end.

White hands-on.

"Aren't you going to help?" Hidden in the distance, the bone spur quietly asked Ronaldo.

It looks like less is more, but there are more than a dozen mutants behind the bone spurs, all waiting for orders, and with just one order, they will immediately rush to the battlefield, and the gap in numbers will be reversed in an instant.

"No, I don't." Ronaldo shook his head, "Just do what Shiro commands." ”

The reason why Ronaldo said this is not only because he and the bone spurs need to stay hidden and complete the tasks assigned by Bai, but also because he really wants to know what kind of strength Shiro, who never makes a move, has.

Perhaps, Bai also wants to use this opportunity to show his strength and deter these guys behind him. After all, except for me and the bone spurs, most of the other holy clans worship force and do not show their skills, and it is difficult for them to be convinced by intrigue alone. Ronaldo thought to himself, observing the battle ahead as he pricked up his huge ears to listen to all the sounds nearby.

Shiro really doesn't need their help.

In the siege of the seven mutants, Bai is like a butterfly in a storm, graceful and danced.

But unlike butterflies destined to get their wings wet during the storm, none of the mutants could touch the corners of the white coat during the stormy attack.

The fierce battle, which should have been tense and intense, seemed so beautiful and relaxed to the eyes, as if it had been rehearsed countless times for the stage play, as if the seven dwarfs were trying their best to dance with Snow White, and the clumsy and embarrassing movements were just right to set off the protagonist in the center of the stage.

A mutant's fierce attack looked messy under Bai's flowing dance steps, the stabbing right arm rubbed the white coat and fell into the vacancy, and the whirling Bai handed out his right hand, and the muzzle of the gun that burst out of the spark was just aimed at the mutant's eyes, and the bullet jumped out of the chamber of the gun, running directly into the brain cavity, rolling happily.

"Bang."

The first gunshot rang out, announcing the departure of the first backup dancer.