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"This man is certainly not an ordinary citizen who has been arrested." Hering said darkly.

"How many people did you send this time? When will I be rescued? The bald man suddenly changed his cold attitude just now, and said to Hering excitedly.

"You just have to tell me what you know, not me answering your questions." Hering said indifferently.

The bald man was obviously stunned, and then said with a bitter face: "You also know that we people were originally good in Nanjiang City, but we were suddenly caught in this ........"

"Getting to the point." Herring frowned and whispered, he found the bald man with his hands hidden behind him, as if he was drumming something.

"I've been locked up here for so many days, and I've found that my patients are decreasing every day, and you can see that the people in the other rooms on the left side of this room have been taken away, maybe tomorrow it's me." The bald man sighed, "I'll be taken away tomorrow to do experiments on them and become a zombie." ”

"Zombies?" Although Hering already knew the general situation here, he still pretended to be surprised, and asked with wide eyes, "What zombie?" ”

"It's just, hey, make us zombies and drop them into various cities in Antarctica." The bald man lowered his head and shook his head helplessly.

He Ling sneered in his heart, thinking, you are really ridiculous, if others are made into zombies immediately, it will be too late to cry, you are still so calm.

"Oh? Do you know where their lab is? Herring asked hurriedly, pretending to be interested.

The bald man smiled secretly, and then said with a bitter face: "It's on the fifth floor, the top floor here!" Can you get me away? ”

Hering's Apocalyptic Eye could detect any subtle change in expression, and the bald man's smile just now was in full view, and Hering quickly replied, "Of course, you can show me the way!" ”

"Okay." The bald man stood up suddenly, "I'll take you away!" ”

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Heling's mouth, and he quickly drew his dagger, stepped out, kicked the bald man to the ground, and pressed the dagger against his neck.

"You, what are you doing here? I'm innocent! The bald man was surprised, he didn't dare to look back, because as soon as he turned around, the dagger around his neck would cut his arteries.

"Hehe, don't think I didn't see your little action just now." As he spoke, Herring punched the man's temple with a fierce blow, and the bald man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The moment Herring closed his eyes just now, he found something behind the man, it was a pistol-shaped flame, and it was obvious that the bald man was looking for an opportunity to kill him.

Herring squatted down and picked up the pistol dropped by the man, this is a USP, a very ordinary model, and the lethality is not great, and a headshot can be fatal with one hit, of course, the biggest advantage of this pistol is that it has twelve bullets, which is a few more than other pistols.

Headshots couldn't have been easier for Herring, and with the strange training of blind guns, he could easily hit targets even if he hadn't touched the gun much.

"He just said that the fifth floor is a laboratory?" Herring raised her head and closed her eyes to scrutinize the situation on the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is a huge open space, there are no extra small rooms, on which are placed instruments of various shapes, and there are several people constantly walking around, operating instruments, but it can be seen that it is not a so-called laboratory, because there is no dark green flame like zombies in it.

"What is that place?" Herring frowned, except for the fifth floor, the upper part is where the patient lives, and the underground is the laboratory, of course Hering can easily find the entrance, this perverted perspective function of the Eye of the Apocalypse can be used for any terrain survey.

"You should go up and have a look." Herring muttered, the few people on the fifth floor were not very athletic, they should be in the leadership class, maybe that was the control core of the town, managing everything here.

Thinking of this, Hering became excited, if he only helped the headquarters find the basement, he would only end the production nest here, and he would not be able to eradicate this organization.

If the fifth floor is really the control room here, then arresting those leaders may be able to uproot this organization, and even involve other conspiracies and organizations one after another.

There must be more than one zombie research institute, as Sherlock once said, Antarctica has been surrounded by a number of organizations that produce zombies from all directions.

Thinking of this, Hering stretched out his dagger and quickly inserted it into the bald man's brain, stirring it hard, and the blood and brains were squeezed out of the crack. Herring was not moved in the slightest and walked out of the room.

Climbing up the dark staircase, the wooden staircase creaked like a ghostly cry. When he reached the fifth floor, he was surprised by what he saw inside.

The entire fifth floor is a hall, about 1,000 square meters, full of columns of supercomputers, which were once popular in the last century, and even countries launched a scientific and technological competition for supercomputers, but now they are outdated.

I didn't expect this kind of computer to be seen here, Heling looked at everything in front of him in shock, and the computer was connected to hundreds of optical cables, making sizzling sounds, transmitting different information outward.

In the center of the hall was a row of tables, about ten meters long, where several gray-haired old men were sitting, doing something.

A map of the entire Antarctic continent is displayed on a huge light screen, with cities highlighted as red dots and dense numbers in the corners of the screen.

Herring's eyesight is not what ordinary people can imagine, he looked at it at a glance, and saw that the content above made him shocked:

Nanjiang City, the number of cultivated zombies: 1000 stored human specimens: 365.

Laisha City, Number of Cultivated Zombies: 321 Stored Human Specimens: 451.

Empress Maud, Number of Cultivated Zombies: 136 Stored Human Specimens: 99

.........

Dozens of cities scattered in Antarctica have zombie cultivation, if these zombies are really released, I am afraid that Antarctica will be destroyed overnight into a zombie land, and then, the entire human civilization will also be annihilated.

Herring didn't understand why they would do it if they were humans, it wouldn't do them any good at all, but he knew that all he had to do now was to suppress a few bad old men who were working.

"Call Mina, the underground research rooms are located under any house in the town of the madhouse, you can send soldiers to blast directly, I have found their headquarters, ready to storm."

"Permission to act, we have sent 1,500 overrun fighters to surround the town without dead ends. Prepare for a breakthrough. Mina cast the screen of light and shadow in front of Herling's eyes, and saw that the army at the headquarters was already waiting here.

It turned out that all this was designed, and Herring didn't have time to think about it, he found the headquarters, which was a great achievement.