Yaji's expression obviously became nervous, because in his opinion, Wu Ming was being stupid and risking his life.

This nerd, he has no idea how horrible the guys he's trying to fool are!

The so-called corpse hunting club is by no means an entertainment group for the rich, organized together just to have some fun; Nor is it a scientific institution with noble aspirations that wants to face the current predicament on behalf of all mankind. It's just an interest group, gold diggers, trying to make a big profit off zombies.

Its power is so great that it has almost monopolized the black market trade in all regions of the Mediterranean coast. It is said that their backstage is closely related to a certain former ** armed force, and many terrorist activities such as assassination, infiltration, poisoning, and suicide bombings have always been the iconic symbols of the group.

In North Africa, no one dares to provoke the corpse hunting club, and even the heads of the regions have to give them three points of courtesy, because although the organization seems to be trying to change its face and intend to completely wash away the stain of the past, everyone knows that those heinous methods have long been rooted in their blood genes and have never really been abandoned.

If it weren't for that, how could this whole room of fierce corpse hunters be honestly unharmed? I am afraid that the bloodshed has long been one after another.

"I said ......"

Yaji secretly tugged at the corner of Wu Ming's clothes, stared at him vigorously, and retreated clearly, even forgetting that just a few seconds ago, he almost started a fight because of the blood and qi collision: "Forget it...... I...... I can think of something else. Do you remember, I just warned you, don't talk too much. ”

Wu Ming gently pressed Yaji's arm.

"I wasn't going to talk too much, because it didn't concern me in the first place." He snorted deliberately, a nerdy stubbornness on his face, "But you can also see that someone is questioning my professionalism, and that makes me uncomfortable. ”

Scarface leaned back on the wooden chair exaggeratedly, let out a strange laugh, and was about to erupt a new wave of vicious words. But Wu Ming didn't give him a chance, and pretended to point out Yaji earnestly, but in fact, he was slowly opening the first hole card to the observer who was hiding in the shadow of the stairs:

"I remember I explained to you that the value of zombies lies in the fact that they are capable individuals, and to put it more simply, they have thinking activities similar to those of normal humans......"

Speaking of this, Wu Ming paused, as if to allow time for Yaji to digest, and more importantly, to listen to the reaction of the man on the stairs.

He didn't move.

But that was a very normal reaction, because Wu Ming hadn't gotten to the point yet, and this bit of information was just common sense for insiders. Since the first zombie apocalyptic outbreak, zombies have been the primary topic of top scientific research departments, and as a strange breed of zombies, the study of ** zombies is naturally the top priority.

Of course he should know this, otherwise Wu Ming really couldn't think of any way to impress him.

"We've been skeptical," Wu Ming continued, "if they're just a bunch of walking dead manipulated by mutated viruses, how can there be such a special object as a zombie?" They are highly mobile, hiding like frightened foxes, rarely attacking humans, but inciting their inferior counterparts for tactical self-preservation when needed...... It's so unusual......"

Wu Ming's words sparked a small resonance among some corpse hunters, because they knew this characteristic of zombies very well, and had suffered greatly from them in the past few years of hunting. In their view, the most important thing for the proprietor to do is to raise the price of the goods by a large margin, rather than to set some rules and regulations that will cause the harvest they have earned with their lives to be wasted.

Only the observer could hear that Wu Ming had not finished speaking, and was still waiting patiently there.

"So, we began to believe that all our previous research had gone in the wrong direction!"

The bombshell was finally dropped.

Wu Ming emphasized the word "all" in his tone, which is to clearly express his self-confidence as a scientific researcher:

"Maybe I'm going to say to you that this is superfluous, but the most important research direction about ** zombies is not what mutant virus is, but some kind of nervous system that may exist in their bodies! So, it doesn't matter if it's complete or not, as long as it's a zombie, it's all valuable! ”

The stairwell finally responded. The man did not come down, but hesitated a little, but turned again. Immediately after, the black-clad man's headphones flashed blue in front of the bar, and he tilted his head sideways, as if listening to some command.

Wu Ming knew that he had succeeded, because the information he had just revealed happened to be three to five years ahead of the current research process, and it was attractive enough for the executives involved in it.

According to estimates, many of the top scientific institutions in the current zombie research should be in the middle of a debate between two theories:

On the one hand, the peculiar performance of ** zombies proves the existence of souls from a special perspective, and the reason why they show some human traits is that the ethereal soul is making decisions for the body;

Another theory is that the central system of the zombie is not completely decayed, mutated under the action of the virus, and therefore can respond to external stimuli.

The two sides who insist on one thing are actually approaching the truth, but the truth is a combination of the two.

**The reason why zombies have humanoid behavior is because of the mutation of dark neurons!

The so-called dark neurons are antimatter in the human body, independent of the existing nervous system, and are the true carriers of the soul. Due to the strict control of the ruler, Wu Ming's understanding of dark neurons is also quite one-sided, and it comes more from the various sayings that circulate privately in the fresh meat, but the impact on the ** zombie is detailed and sufficient, and has long been widely recognized.

On the other hand, the objective existence of dark neurons was deeply felt by Wu Ming or other fresh meat gladiators, because it was the reserve core and source of explosion of consciousness energy. When the dark neurons are strong enough to a certain extent, their main body can even manifest the consciousness energy into shape, forming different styles of consciousness bodies to participate in the battle, and those consciousness bodies are what the alien rulers call "monster Barbie".

Because dark neurons will be annihilated within a few microseconds after the nervous system is out of balance, and it usually takes a long time to complete self-repair, it is extremely difficult to detect by dissection and other means. The existence of dark neurons was not confirmed until more than thirty years after research on zombies. But by then, the alien invaders had already taken over most of the planet, and even if humanity discovered the powerful power hidden within itself, it would be too late!

But it is obviously impossible for Wu Ming to explain this theory and inventory at the moment, because it is too advanced and unbelievable, and it is also very likely that Wu Ming's identity will be exposed, which will undoubtedly be even more detrimental to the completion of the mission.

Seeing that this rhetoric was initially effective, Wu Ming took advantage of the situation to sing the fake show in its entirety. He picked up Yaji's travel bag and pretended to leave, while swearing that he was carrying a charter ticket:

"Listen to me, we're going to need a lot of zombies for our research. While I may not be able to apply for that much funding, at least I will do my best to ensure that our cooperation is long-term and enjoyable. ”

Yaji didn't react yet, but froze in place with a puzzled face, not knowing whether to leave or stay. He was just a corpse hunter, and all he had in his mind was how to kill those disgusting zombies, and he couldn't figure out what Wu Ming's nonsense was about.

However, the scarface named Mu Dan reacted more quickly and broke the silence around him first.

"You're good at your mouth, little white face, I really wish you could blow something else besides bragging." He laughed strangely, and lewd his crotch as he spoke.

Wu Ming noticed that Yaji clenched his fists, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and it seemed that he could no longer suppress the anger in his chest, and he was afraid that he was about to scold and act angrily.

"We're gone, man. It's very uncomfortable to deal with people like that......"

Wu Ming hurriedly grabbed Yaji's arm, stopped his reckless actions, and walked out with a wink. Wu Ming's steps were not slow, because he needed to leave a little time for the man in black to receive instructions.

At this moment, the man in black really coughed:

"Please stay, this friend!"

He stood up and slowly walked towards Wu Ming. In the process, the chairs blocking the aisle moved away one by one, and the fierce corpse hunters seemed to have turned into well-behaved cats.

In front of Wu Ming, the man in black stood still, held his left arm in front of him with his right hand, and politely bowed: "Our young lady wants to invite you to go up and meet, is it okay?" ”

This result was not expected, but the gender of the observer was something that Wu Ming did not expect. The Corpse Hunter Club dared to send a woman to deal with this group of wild and untamable downlines, and it seems that her methods must not be simple.

Wu Ming didn't rush to reply, but looked the man in black up and down quietly.

The man seemed to have some Arabic blood, but the key was that he was wearing sunglasses, and Wu Ming couldn't see his expression at all, but the corners of his mouth curved up at the right time, as if to express kindness.

"I've noticed, you just said that there's someone here who makes you feel very uncomfortable." The man in black said indifferently, "Then it seems that I should clean up the environment here so that I can help you make a decision." ”

His right hand then drooped down and slowly moved towards his waist, as if he really just wanted to sweep the ground, but Wu Ming had already noticed the cold light flickering behind the lenses.

"Thank you for your kindness." Wu Ming's brain spun quickly, and he hurriedly replied with a smile, "My bad emotions, I should solve them with my own ability." ”

Suddenly turned towards the suspicious scarface, and the ** appeared in Wu Ming's hand at some point.

"Bang!"

The trigger is pulled, and the gunfire erupts!