A black shadow shuttled back and forth in the dark hall of the headquarters on the fifth floor, and his steps were light and steady, without making the slightest sound. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A row of giant computers hid him in the shadows, and several old men in white in the center were squinting at work, not noticing that there was anything wrong at all.

Herring crouched behind the computer, cautiously observing the situation inside, there were no guards here, an infrared camera was shooting back and forth, but the boy was hidden in its dead corner, and did not show a single bit of his body.

With a "whoosh", an old man looked up inexplicably and looked around, he always felt that something was staring at them, just like the hidden wolves on the grassland, staring at the antelope grazing in the open place.

In a matter of moments, Herring rolled from under the computer to under the long desk, and he crouched down, and the old workers didn't notice anything wrong.

With a "bang", He Ling pulled the trigger of USP, and the bullet hit an old man's forehead, leaving a round blood hole, he didn't want to shoot now, but the monitor had already discovered He Ling's existence, and the old man had noticed He Ling.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the quiet hall suddenly became noisy, and the other six old men dodged in a panic, not daring to look up to see what was happening, they only knew that a former colleague had been killed.

"You were sent by the organization's headquarters? How many times have you said that zombie genetic engineering is a big project, and if you don't provide sufficient information and budget, we can't complete the task within the time you specified, even if you kill us, it's useless. An old man hiding under the table spoke with a trembling voice, and although his tone was strong, Herring could hear his worry and trepidation.

"Old Zamao, you still dare to disobey the time stipulated by the organization?" Hering lowered his voice and said.

"How dare we? Our loved ones are in your hands, but we really tried our best, you just need to give us plenty of time, we ...... We're going to bring down the whole of Antarctica! Then you can give an account to the Northern Alliance. The old man hiding under the table trembled, "You've already killed three of us old scientists, and the one just now, Ike, is a big brother who is proficient in bioengineering." ”

It can be seen that the scientists have not reacted much to Ike's death, and it seems that the killing of people here is commonplace.

"It turns out that they were threatened by this organization, so they studied zombies here, and it seems that there is a base called the Northern Alliance behind this organization?" Herring secretly said in his heart that he had heard of the Northern Alliance, which was also an organization similar to the Earth Defense System, and even that he and the Defense System were in a competitive and hostile relationship.

It's just that the Northern Alliance, once suppressed by the government and the Earth Defense System, disappeared from public view, and now it has resurrected.

"How much more time do you need?" Herring shouted in a low voice.

"Also, at least half a year, there are too few zombies now, and recently the Earth Defense System has discovered that the situation is not right, and has strengthened its control over here, and they used to set up secret sentinels to monitor, and they have always been helpless against us, but today we have been besieged." The old man said with a bitter face.

"What, surrounded? What's going on? Herring asked, feigning surprise.

"We have too many zombies in stock, so they can be detected by their core, not to mention that there is no polar night in Antarctica now, there is nothing to hide, and there is a stranger here today, I don't know if it is a spy, the dean has disguised himself as a patient to investigate that person."

"Copy all the information you have here, including the headquarters area, the zombie research room, and so on, so that I can go back and hand it over!" Herring shouted.

"Okay, I'll get it for you, and please be kind to our family." After the old man finished speaking, the other old scientists also nodded silently, they didn't care about money and material things at all, at this age, they wanted to enjoy family fun with their families, but now it is a luxury.

The old man got up and began to operate the artificial intelligence program on the table, and after a few seconds, he placed a chip on the table, "Alright, you can take it back and hand it over." ”

Herring stood up suddenly, closed his eyes, pulled the trigger and fired at the scientists, and in a matter of seconds, the remaining few people also collapsed in a pool of blood and died.

It seems that the blind cat meets the dead mouse, but it is Heling's most accurate play, using the flames in the darkness as the target, shooting is simply simple.

Picking up the chip and looking at the miserable scene here, Hering shook his head helplessly, although these people are scientists, although they are also worried about their relatives, but they deserve to die.

Recalling the experience of being repeatedly attacked by zombies when he first arrived in Antarctica, Hering felt a little desolate in his heart, not only was he hurt, but other refugees also suffered devastatingly.

Kill them Hering has a clear conscience, has already got all the information, and the rest is handed over to the headquarters, they will send troops to besiege this mysterious organization, and even the Northern Alliance behind this organization.

The once extinct Northern Alliance was born again, and I don't know how shocked those leaders at the headquarters would be when they heard the news, Herring smiled bitterly and walked towards the basement.

"Call Herring, this is Mina, your news has been confirmed, there are indeed research sites under each madhouse here, we have sent a team to your madhouse, please wait where you are."

Herring didn't answer, he walked to the basement on his own, anyway, every member of the team had his coordinates and would definitely find him.

There was no life in the pitch black, and outside the door, Herring could faintly hear the howling in the basement, and this seeping sound continued to reverberate, arousing Herling's interest.

Herring is such a calm person, when faced with a crisis, he always thinks of not retreating, but continuing to explore. His cold personality makes him fearless.

Looking through the heavy steel door, I saw that the dark basement was full of all kinds of cultivation vessels of the same specification, two meters to each other, completely transparent, and all of them were glowing green fluorescent liquids, and there was a corpse floating in each vessel.

"This is the Zombie Cultivation Vessel?" Hering frowned, and found that some of the dead bodies in the vessel began to degenerate slowly, their skin began to decay, and their limbs exposed white bones, and suddenly, the round and bloodshot eyes suddenly opened, and the corpses were cultivated into zombies.

"Herring, Alpha Team has arrived, please return." The sound of the radio came from behind him, and Herring looked back to find five well-armored overrunners, standing behind him with elite guns in hand, like gods of war who had suddenly descended.

"No return." Hering glanced at them, turned the valve directly, and the iron door creaked open, and when the sound was heard, all the people who had transformed into zombies became agitated in the liquid, trying to break through the confinement of the tempered glass.