"What the hell do you want to do?" Zheng Guozong's completely crazy voice echoed in the wilderness, now he is no longer what he was when he was in trouble earlier, although he is far away from human society, but Zheng 'beauty' lives with the help of mutant biotas, except for the lack of a man to comfort his lonely heart, his body and bones are a lot stronger, and he has really gained a few pounds.

There was no response to his questioning as always, and his mind was as quiet as a cold pool, except for Zheng Guozong's angry thoughts, the mysterious thoughts that could always enter his mind and show off his sense of existence from time to time remained completely quiet.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, Zheng Guozong glanced at the biological armored soldier beside him who was a sound transmission tool, and continued: "I know that you can sense the thoughts in my head, and the more fungal people there are, the clearer your sense will be, I just want to know what you are planning!" Why did you ask me to trap those living people wandering in the wilderness to make fungal people, and on the other hand, send people to attack the provincial station?! As I said, not to mention nuclear bombs, artillery shells are not something we can resist, so we should use black hands to sow discord and surround the cities from the countryside! Instead of sending people to face each other and expose our power prematurely! Are you worried that the Resident Patrol will pose a threat to me? I don't think there's a need to worry about that, even if I can't command as many mutant creatures as you, ordinary patrols can't resist it! The guys at the Peninsula Station are definitely an exception, and it's the special forces who are leading the way! A bunch of special forces are coming up unless I can command a lot of new creatures like you......"

'No! Not for this reason! Don't take you too seriously! ’

This kind of straightforward words suddenly choked Zheng Guozong, he slowed down, and continued from a different angle: "If it's not for this, why let them go to death?!" Are there still fewer new creatures dying at the hands of patrols every day? I can feel the pain and fear of those creatures, don't you feel it? You should feel more than I do! Hearing the inexplicable voice in his head again, Zheng Guozong no longer had the emotions of fear, reverence, worship and so on earlier, because the more he came into contact with this thought, the more he could confirm that this person was probably not a saint or an immortal, it should be a human being similar to himself, but the degree of mutation was deeper than his own, so the ability he gained was much greater than his own.

Originally, I wanted to find a way for humans to coexist with new creatures, and find a way to stop the hostility and killing between them, and I also knew that with your current strength, there was no way to fight against the weapons in the hands of humans, but I couldn't help it! You can feel the death of a new life, but can you feel what it's like to die every hour and every minute and every second of every day?! No! You can't! But I can relate! If I continue like this, I'm going to go completely crazy! Something must be done to keep me awake! That's why I'm attacking the direct station, so as to warn humanity to stop killing and destroying wantonly! ’

"Damn!" Zheng Guozong finally couldn't help but burst into a foul language, if he hadn't met Wang Chen, his identity as a 'human traitor' had already been registered on the secret service, coupled with the ability to control mutated creatures, it was definitely the upper echelons of the country who wanted to figure it out, once it was discovered by the state violent organs, the end would definitely not be better, Zheng Guozong really wanted to leave it from now on, find an opportunity to sneak into an ordinary human camp, and spend the rest of his life in a mess, it is better than being afraid all day long and dying at any time!

Scolding and scolding, Zheng Guozong also knew that he had no other way to go now, so he had to patiently restrain his anger and continued: "Okay, now that the provincial garrison has been swept around by your biological armored soldiers, there are heavy casualties, what are you going to do next?" ”

'Negotiation. ’

"Negotiations? You came forward? I'm afraid that the top of the government will drop a missile directly, right? ”

'No, I can't come forward, you go talk to them.' ’

"Me?! No kidding! I don't want to die yet! Why ......" Zheng Guozong didn't finish speaking, and his brain suddenly began to tingle, as if a brush was constantly brushing his brain, and the feeling was ten times more painful than the strange disease he had before! It even hurt so much that Zheng Guozong's whole body was sweating like pulp before he fell!

The screams even alarmed the saber-toothed bats in the treetops, who is Zheng Guozong? When it was time to coward, he must admit it, and immediately softened: "I'll talk!" I'll talk about it right away! What you say, no, I'll do what you say! ”

The headache disappeared immediately, Zheng Guozong didn't even dare to curse, turned over and stood up from the ground, and said with a wry smile: "It's also a comrade-in-arms in the trench, how can you say that you will turn your face when you turn your face?" ”

'No, we are not comrades-in-arms, we are superiors and subordinates. ’

"Okay, okay, that's right, you're a superior, so when will I start a showdown with the government?"

‘…… I don't know when it will be appropriate, but in fact, the attack on the provincial garrison is not only a demonstration, but also to verify some things, so I have a lot of things to do. ’

This plausible answer made Zheng Guozong choke his eyes and said with a wry smile: "In this way, leader, the matter of negotiation and communication is fully entrusted to me, I will choose the appropriate time and method according to the situation, and I may need your help at that time." ”

'Okay, I'll leave this to you, I've got other things to do, so let's do it for now. ’

Busy with what? Are you busy dying?

The voice in his head disappeared, Zheng Guozong's expression gradually changed from a flattering smile to a hideous one, he hated his life very much in the hands of others, and he was still an unidentified person, so of course he would not be willing to obey orders, the general direction could not be shaken, but it was not difficult to find opportunities to get some small means!

For example, the mysterious man thinks that it is enough to put pressure on the Chinese government, which is enough for the government to restrain the camp personnel and then alleviate his so-called suffering, in addition to proving from the side that this mysterious man is from China, it also shows that the mysterious man's vision is not high, just thinking about fighting for peace and peace, but he did not expect that the power of the two sides is not equal at all! How can a powerless toddler let an adult shake his hand? So Zheng Guozong repeatedly reminded the other party not to provoke!

Now, the attack on the provincial station is a fait accompli, it is estimated that the top government officials have issued a killing order, Zheng Guozong, who is tied to a boat with the mysterious man, can only retreat to the second, and use the task assigned by the mysterious man to stir up the wind and rain, he thought about it carefully, it is best to use this negotiation to provoke a chaotic war between the three major countries, if the United States and Russia are not brought closer to this muddy water to weaken the power of the Chinese government and divert the attention of the government, Zheng Guozong is really afraid that one day he will wake up and become the burial of the mysterious person, then he will die too unjustly.

Moreover, there is one thing Zheng Guozong feels that the mysterious man is too self-paying, to be exact, he is not one level worse than the mysterious man, only half a level apart, so he can only hear the mysterious man's thoughts, but he can't directly communicate with the mysterious man like the biological armored soldier, so he can only command those cats and dogs, but he can't command the biological armored soldier like the mysterious man, so he can only endure the mysterious man first and let the mysterious man on his head!

However, Zheng Guozong believes that since there is not much difference between the two, one day he will find a way to take the place of the mysterious man!

If Zheng Guozong knew that the influence of the mysterious man had reached the other side of the world at this moment, I don't know if he still had so much confidence to replace him.

Italy, Rome, Vatican.

In any case, it was not a good experience to queue up to enter the city on a hot summer day, so Kresaman kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and complained to the guards with rifles next to the cab: "Why don't the bishops move into the mountains?" Cool, safe, do you know how many zombies we smashed when we loaded a cart of fish from the beach? Twenty of them! ”

The guard rolled his eyes at Kresharman and said weakly, "Can you put away your oily Sicilian accent?" Old guy, zombies? It's rare to encounter zombies now, unless you're lucky enough to be trapped in the shade, and you can find me zombies wandering on the road under the scorching sun, even if it's just one, I'm willing to lose two bullets to you. ”

"Okay, I might be exaggerating, but it's not a bad idea to move to the mountains, is it?" The lie was exposed, and Kresharman changed the subject very easily.

"God forbid, move? How can it be? This is Rome, it's the Vatican, the closest place to God! The guard calmly drew a cross on his chest and said reverently.

Kresharman shrugged and wiped his sweat again, now that he had asked what he wanted to know, it was always good to save saliva on such a hot day.

Actually, why didn't the Illuminati want to move? Due to the age of Rome, the ground and underground space are cramped, full of man-made or natural defense holes of various ages, and it is no longer suitable as the capital of the Roman Republic in terms of defending against zombies and even mutated creatures.

Because the Roman Republic is a **** structure, compared to China, the United States and Russia, the country that puts politics first, the loss of the political and religious center of the bishop for thousands of years is fatal to the stability of the country, even if it is hastily relocated, the leaders can not find a suitable new town, which can not only have nothing to do to make Mass to appease the people, but also to ensure the personal safety of the head and even the people, so, after the successive accidents of the Procida Island Research Center and the Kasbah Data Center, the heads of the Illuminati can only try their best to make up for the loss, Instead of moving.

This is why there are strict regulations for vehicles entering the city, and at the moment when the zombie epidemic is gradually passing, it is also a loss to the Roman Republic is a **** country, and in many cases, as long as a few words related to faith are issued, the people's complaints will be reduced or even disappear, which is far more convenient than that of a democratic country.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, it was finally Kreshaman's turn to be inspected, the old guy was not in a hurry, got off the car slowly, slowly shook to the trunk of the truck, opened the door, under the sunset, a large amount of white cold air diffused from the back of the car, the guard stood beside Kreshaman, tilted his head to look at the plastic boxes stacked with two-thirds of the carriages, and still emitting white mist, frowned and said: "So much catch today?" Why did you change to a refrigerated truck? Why don't you leave a gap, how can you check this? ”

Kresharman didn't answer, and gestured casually to the loading pedal tucked between the side of the compartment and the plastic box.

The guards understood what Kresharman meant, this was to let them move out of some space by themselves, so that they could enter the carriage to check, raised their hands and patted the plastic box, and immediately became angry, and said helplessly: "It's all frozen together, how can you move it?" ”

"Then it's not my problem, it used to be delivered in the afternoon, but today's delay is too long, you can find a way." Kresharman shrugged and said.

"Why switch to a refrigerated truck?" The guard reached out and tugged at the immovable plastic box, and asked the previous question again, not that he found anything suspicious, but purely because of the Italian verbose nature, who always found all kinds of questions to ask.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is inevitable that ordinary trucks will not be fresh when they are brought in, do you want the clergy to eat bad stomachs? And the fishy smell emitted along the way will always provoke some mutated cats and dogs, which really bite the tires, and my life ......"

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." The guard closed the door of the carriage with his hand, leaned out and raised his thumbs up to his companion on duty in the watchtower, signaling that it was all right, and then continued: "After this summer, you can rest too, old fellow, the money is not enough!" ”

"You know, I don't have any relatives around me, and if I retire myself, what can I do? Old Kresharman didn't want to look at the sea every day in a daze, just thinking about the past. Cressman said this, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes showed a hint of loneliness, and the guard patted the old fellow on the shoulder very understandingly, and persuaded: "God has arranged for us to accept the fate that God has given us, and my little Nicole is not it...... Alas, don't mention it, it's okay, when you finish delivering the catch, it's getting dark, let's find a place to drink two glasses? I'm in for a treat. ”

"Good! I'll come back to you. Cressaman greeted the guards as he boarded the van and drove slowly through the centuries-old arch into the Vatican's perimeter.

Compared with peacetime, the area is small and less than half a square kilometer, covering several palace squares surrounded by the old Vatican area surrounded by city walls, and now the Vatican, which established the Roman Republic after the epidemic, is naturally different from the past, thanks to thousands of years of urban construction and protection, only need to rely on the ancient Roman city walls and towering tower buildings, and build simple parapets at several key points, and the Vatican's area will increase by seven or eight times. With St. Peter's Square and the Basilica as the center, it stretches from the Tiber River in the east, to the Roman City Expressway in the west, to the original Roman City Court in the north, and to the Giaccolo Hill in the south, all of which are included in the scope of the new Vatican.

With a strong enough defense, flowing water and the zombies in the city have already been cleared, the population of the Vatican soon exceeded 30,000 people, and is striding towards the number of 50,000 people, it is estimated that it will not be long before the Vatican's urban area will be further expanded, it should be regarded as the fastest recovering city in the Italian peninsula, all roads leading to Rome is not just an allusion, but a real fact.

Born in Rome and raised in Rome, Cressaman is naturally familiar with the streets and alleys of Rome, and is no stranger to the streets around the Vatican. After the devastation of winter snow and spring rain, basically filled with semi-basement water and mossy on the walls, how not suitable for living, if not the history of the aristocratic school itself can be traced back to 1,800 years ago, especially in it there were really a few great scientists, even the Illuminati group of idealists who believe in the supremacy of science are reluctant to tear down, I am afraid that this summer this year this green stone based red brick and red roof school has been completely cleaned up, waiting to be rebuilt.

Now, Kreshaman reversed the truck into the open main entrance of the school, turned its head out, ran to the back of the car and took out the toolbox, and began to inspect the truck in front of the occasional pedestrians and patrolmen passing by on the street.

After about five minutes, Cressman pulled down the front of the car with great difficulty, put away his tools, jumped into the truck, restarted the truck like no one else, and continued to drive towards the priest's canteen, no one noticed that the leaf springs of the car that had been suppressed were slightly lifted a few centimeters, and even the truck started to accelerate a little faster.

Similarly, no one noticed that five figures appeared in the mottled and collapsed ruins of the aristocratic school, and the leader was none other than Abraham Maslow, who had just burned the Illuminati backup information base and had become the leader of the biological armored forces, and sincerely listened to the oracle. Maslow himself climbed to the second floor of the school and began to observe the movements of the Vatican's Old Town.

The pure white Vatican Basilica exudes endless majesty and turns golden red in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sense of vicissitudes precipitated by time is really intoxicating, but the Vatican Basilica is not the purpose of Maslow's trip, his attention is all on the Pontifical Palace not far from the main hall.

Compared with the magnificence and magnificence, it is not an exaggeration to superimpose various praise adjectives, designed by Michelangelo, full of Renaissance style of the Vatican Palace, the Pontifical Palace seems a little bland, but, in the minds of all believers, the Pontifical Palace is more important than the Vatican Basilica, because it is the residence of most popes since the thirteenth century, although the last pope in peacetime did not live in the Pontifical Palace but chose another place, but after the outbreak of the epidemic, The new pope, who returned to the Vatican, decided to return to tradition and reopen the Pontifical Palace.

In other words, if the biological armored soldiers of only a few dozen people do not want to confront the Illuminati head-on, which has tens of millions of survivors of the epidemic, but want to solve this enemy once and for all, which is becoming a behemoth, the easiest way is to follow the oracle and carry out a surprise attack on the Pontifical Palace, and capture the thief and the king first, and implement it as soon as possible.

The reason is very simple, as the number of zombies in the scorching sun has decreased sharply as the epidemic has stabilized, the travel risk of both the upper and lower civilians is greatly reduced, at this time, in order to stabilize people's hearts and restore order, the high-level of the Illuminati is about to start touring the whole of Europe according to common sense, and will be like any normal country, with the rotation of high-level travel, gradually build a complete bureaucratic operation system, even if the head of the head is out and cannot perform his duties for various reasons, the deputy and the successor will make the system run well.

Therefore, raiding the ruling center of a country, even if it is the ruling center that has just been founded, although it has to take a great risk, is also a last resort, and if you miss this time period, you want to use dozens of biological armored soldiers to put the upper echelons of the Illuminati in a pot? That's an absolutely impossible task.

'Count the time, your father should leave the Vatican.' Maslow finally stopped being silent, he straightened up, his body made a slight clicking sound from the inside out, and after a few movements of his hands and feet, little Kreshaman's mind confirmed: 'That's right, his van has left the Vatican perimeter and is on its way to the safe zone. ’

'Okay, guys, let's get started. ’

Under the cover of the shadows of the buildings under the bright moonlight, Maslow tightened his cloak, flashed sideways to the door, looked at the watchtower closest to the aristocratic school, squatted slightly, and rushed through the narrow street with a brisk stride, burrowing into the dead corner under the watchtower, and then he turned his back to the fence and faced Margaret, who was following closely. Before becoming a reporter for the news network, this petite woman was still a backbone member of the cheerleading team, her physical flexibility far exceeded that of ordinary people, and her athletic ability increased exponentially after pupation, so Margaret rushed forward to Maslow and was like a civet cat, jumping up easily, her right foot just stepped on Maslow's folded palm, and the two of them worked hard at the same time, and Margaret, who was only one meter seven tall in the outer carapace, instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed straight up!

The sentry standing guard on the watchtower swore that he had just heard a slight whistling sound, which was completely different from the sound of the night wind hanging over Rome in the summer, he was a little puzzled, and walked to the side of the watchtower with his rifle and looked around, but he could not see any suspicious figure, he was about to unscrew the flashlight hanging under the muzzle, and the arm like an iron hoop suddenly strangled the sentry's neck from behind the sentry! A cold dagger struck the sentry's jaw at the same time, and a hoarse but feminine Italian word rang in the sentry's ear: "Password." ”

Feeling the death touch brought by the blade cutting over his skin, the sentry didn't even dare to swallow his spit, and quickly put down his rifle and whispered, "Holy Son." ”

At the same time that Margaret pressed the sentinel, Maslow and three other armored soldiers climbed up the watchtower at the same time, all of them wore the same cloak as Margaret, in addition to high-speed movement, try to wrap their whole body tightly with the cloak, so as to use this modified self-insulating blanket cloak to shield the body from infrared radiation and the body's magnetic field, reducing the chance of being detected by infantry radar.

In the face of the brute force of the armored soldiers, just an ordinary civilian with a little military training sentry has no room to resist at all, if it weren't for Maslow's concern that the lack of infrared sources close to the human body on the watchtower will arouse the vigilance of the security personnel, this sentry who was tied up with flowers had no chance to continue to live in the watchtower, and was eaten by Maslow's several armored soldiers for dinner.

Leaving Margaret to monitor the surrounding situation, the four biological armored soldiers successfully climbed off the watchtower, entered the central area of the Vatican with their equipment, and looked at the Basilica of St. Peter and the Pontifical Palace close at hand, Maslow knew that this would be their best chance to overthrow the rule of the Illuminati and let the divine grace return to the earth. The four of them tied the middle of the cloak with a rope around their waists to cover the carapace on their bodies, and then turned up the hood of the cloak to cover their heads and faces, looking like clergy in priest's robes from a distance, and walked along the ancient Vatican wall under the leadership of Maslow, walking and stopping to do only one thing.

Pry open the manhole cover.

After all, the history of the city of Rome is so long that it is easy to go back to N years BC, in addition to the buildings on the ground that can tell all kinds of historical allusions with a random brick, the sewer system of the city of Rome is also quite old, originally built more than 2,500 years ago, the most spacious part of which is enough to be easily explored in a flat boat, and today, the sewers of the city of Rome are so intricate that they cannot be described with all kinds of detection instruments. Naturally, it has become a crime tool and escape route used by bandits, so whether it is the Illuminati after the epidemic or the Roman city government in peacetime, they have used two relatively simple methods: one-way manhole covers and fences to prevent people from entering and exiting the sewers at will.

No matter how powerful the biological armorers are, it is impossible for them to get into the sewer and clear the protective fence inside little by little, so as to infiltrate the Pontifical Palace, fortunately, they don't need to choose such a stupid method, the iron fence can block the passage of ordinary people, but there is no way to stop those mutated creatures that are smaller in size and have not weakened much in destructive power, all the armorers have to do is to open the single downward manhole cover on the ground.

The rest is enough for the mutant creatures to do.

(End of chapter)