Compared with mutants who will be grateful as long as they have a full stomach, Mai Lang, a little second force, is much more difficult to deal with. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This kid was addicted to drugs, vomiting and diarrhea made himself dirty, and asked Zhou Qingfeng to find someone to boil hot water for him to clean up.

And this kid finally sobered up from the drug addiction, looked up at Zhou Qingfeng weakly, and still shouted unconvinced: "The great Mai Lang would rather die than cooperate with a low-level little reptile." ”

If this kid was a mutant, Zhou Qingfeng could beat him up. It's just that he takes too many drugs and is a weak chicken with a poor physique. Not to mention beating him, he had a high fever when he caught a cold on the floor of the cabin, and if he hadn't been saved quickly, he would have hung up.

"Actually, your research is quite good, and you are indeed very talented." Zhou Qingfeng was holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand, all of which were collected from the cruise laboratory, and most of them were ideas that came up from Mai Lang's brain.

"I don't need you to admit my greatness." He leaned back on a table for a few moments, and when he turned his head, he saw dozens of 'zombies' sitting beside him. Looking at the surrounding environment, this is the cruise ship's restaurant, which is very large and has been used as a conference room.

"Why don't you bite this guy to death?" Myron asked the 'zombies' around him, "Don't you crave flesh and blood?" ”

'Zombies' are also different from 'zombies', and these 'zombies' in front of them are all high-end scholars before they mutate. Although they are physically hungry for flesh, reason tells them to choose the right target even if they attack.

Defenseless against a super soldier wearing a 'mechanical exoskeleton', is it boring?

Behind Zhou Qingfeng was a large screen projecting the identities of all the 'zombies' before they mutated. He was stunned to find that although there were no academician-level bulls in front of him, many of them had the names of directors of large laboratories and pioneers of disciplines.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the weak Mai Lang, and instead said to the other 'zombie' scholars: "I hope you can cooperate with me, frank cooperation. I respect your current living conditions, provide necessary living goods and facilities, protect your lives, and hope that you will work for me. How is it? ”

"The conditions you offered, we are already enjoying now. Why should we do it with you? A 'zombie' scholar said unceremoniously.

All the 'zombies' were hateful in Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, and he couldn't know who the other party was at a glance? However, these guys are wearing identification badges with their names, and they are talking to a biology professor in his eighties, a leading figure in the discipline.

Professors in their 80s are rarely able to conduct experiments and research directly, but by mutating into 'zombies', these old scholars have lost all kinds of geriatric diseases that plague them, and their brains are clearer. They're ugly old anyway, and now they're just getting even uglier, and the guys don't care about it.

Compared with the mutants who can be happy as long as they are full, these old guys with severely degraded bodies can work harder on their hearts, and to put it bluntly, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. In order to deal with these people, Zhou Qingfeng could only talk to someone with more seniority.

Academician Cullen, who stayed in the Granite Vault, was higher than the zombies in front of him in terms of status, fame, age, and so on. The high-power radio and video equipment readily available on the cruise ship can be connected to the phone after being powered on.

When old Cullen appeared on the projection screen, the right to speak was transferred from Zhou Qingfeng's hands. For scholars, the title of member of the National Academy of Sciences is still very useful, although the two sides have different fields of study, but they both recognize each other's status.

The restaurant venue immediately became lively, and all kinds of bargaining voices continued. Zhou Qingfeng affirmed that it is indeed important to find the right person to communicate. The 'zombie' scholars in front of them are not unwilling to change their masters, they are just extremely distrustful of Zhou Qingfeng.

As Cullen Sr. was chatting with a group of 'zombie' scholars, Myron sneered, "Hey, Asian boy, you think this will bring me to my knees?" I don't care about the bombastic old man at all, I don't recognize his authority, I still prefer that big-breasted chick. ”

Seeing Mai Lang constantly dying in front of him, Zhou Qingfeng sneered and raised the stack of manuscripts in his hand and said, "You are very talented in biopharmaceuticals, and you are better than any scholar on the ship. It's rare to have this level at your age. But it's just rare, not a genius. ”

For a proud genius, simply saying that he is a fool is the harshest rebuke. However, Mai Lang obviously didn't take Zhou Qingfeng's words to heart, and just said lightly, "I don't care about your rudeness, because you don't understand my greatness at all." ”

"There's a really smart guy who wants to point you out." Zhou Qingfeng put down the manuscript, took out a laptop, and plugged in the USB drive to play a video after turning it on.

"There is no smarter person in the world than I am." Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was busy, Mai Lang was not disdainful. But when the picture of an old man appeared on the computer screen, this little second man was stunned and said, "Professor Alonzo? Isn't he dead? ”

"The news is wrong, Professor Alonzo is not dead." Zhou Qingfeng lied. He went back to the real world, not just to get the mutants back a hundred tons of improvised edible water. He also told Professor Alonzo about the current situation and troubles, the details of Myron's thesis and the creation of Jett, and the idea for the future.

After spending three days carefully studying Zhou Qingfeng's current situation, Professor Alonzo first affirmed Zhou Qingfeng's worries, it was indeed a wrong idea to transport the equipment to the real world, and the remaining two months would never be able to deal with a large laboratory by him and Zhou Qingfeng. And finding someone else to build a laboratory will definitely leak secrets.

To make NTZ-49 in the wasteland, the key is to make Myron, a genius in biopharmaceuticals, obedient. You must know that there are many detailed categories of biomedicine, and compared to Mai Lang, who is bent on drugs, other 'zombie' scholars are not specialized in this area.

And the best way to get Mi Lang is to hit him in the areas where he is most proud. This little second forced to use his ingenuity to make drugs, but Professor Alenzo is also an expert in biopharmaceuticals. After absorbing a great deal of knowledge from the future, Professor Alenzo came up with the antidote to 'Jet'.

"No, it can't be! There is no antidote to the 'Jett' I developed. As long as 'Jet' is consumed, no other drug can replace it. My 'Jet' is a universal psychostimulant and no one can crack it. ”

Myron was finally in a hurry, and he had always considered 'Jett' to be the greatest invention. On the contrary, he watched the recorded video, and Professor Alenzo slowly put forward his own ideas from pharmacology, pharmacokinetics, biochemistry and so on.

The methodical idea makes Xiao Er's most proud achievements worthless. Experts are different, Mai Lang, who has never been birding Zhou Qingfeng, was actually stupid by a video of more than an hour.

"Do you still think you're a genius?" Zhou Qingfeng teased on the side.

Myron withered on the spot. (To be continued.) )