More than 100 kilometers to the north of Linjiang City, there is a small village, large and small houses, scattered and scattered, if you look down from the sky, you can find that this village is round, almost more than 1,000 meters in diameter.

Centered on a five-story building in the middle, this building looks very old from the outside, at least more than 20 years old, with mottled walls and traces of time.

The strange thing is that in the whole village, there is not half a figure, not even a small animal is seen, and it is eerily quiet and creepy.

However, this is not the point, if anyone can see through, look down, through the thick surface, there will be shocking findings.

Twenty meters underground, there is a thick layer of silver-gray, like some kind of alloy stretching the ground, and under the silver-gray, there is a huge base.

In the research area of the base, a large and spacious room is equipped with many advanced instruments, and there is a huge LCD panel on the wall.

In addition, there are many huge glassware like those in American science fiction movies neatly arranged, and it is shocking that there are some strange things in those glassware.

It seems, a lot of them are organs, and they are not human organs, because human organs are not that big.

More than a dozen people in silver-white protective suits were busy inside, some were observing the equipment, some were recording, some were doing experiments, and so on.

Suddenly, the LCD panel on the wall jumped, and a picture appeared, only to see a middle-aged man in uniform sitting on a huge chair, the armrest of the chair was like the head of a tiger, this middle-aged man had a serious face, not angry and full of the momentum of the superior.

He put his hands on the armrests of his chair, as if he could see everything in the laboratory through the LCD panel.

"General Huyao, is there anything wrong with you?" It seemed that it should be the person in charge of this laboratory, and an old man about sixty years old looked at the panel and spoke.

"What's the progress?" The middle-aged man said slowly, his voice carrying an inexplicable pressure.

"By mutating the genes of living beings, we have made a major breakthrough in our research, and we have created an agent that can stimulate human genes to cause mutations, and we have named this potion Magic Energy Stimulation Potion, which is currently the first generation." The old man pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a meticulous and serious look, and said: "The current real human experiment has shown that the magic energy stimulates the potion generation, and there is a 10% chance that the human being will succeed in genetic mutation, so as to obtain the ability to control the magic energy, and there is a 30% chance of being eaten by the magic energy and becoming a demon, and there is a 60% chance of death." ”

“10%。” The middle-aged man known as General Hu Yao frowned, as if a tiger was angry: "The probability is so low, what is the ability of the magic energy warrior?" ”

"General, there are currently a hundred successful magic warriors in the tenth base, and the abilities they have are ......" The old man meticulously explained the abilities of a hundred magic warriors, and continued: "The first generation of potions is not stable, so the probability of success is very low, but as long as we can get the corpses of those monsters that have appeared at present, I am sure that there will be a major breakthrough, and the second and third generations of potions will be successfully developed at that time." ”

"What about the Enchantress?" The middle-aged man asked suddenly.

"The power of the demonizer is much stronger than that of the demonic warrior." There was a frenzy in the old man's eyes, and his tone was a little excited: "But the demons have been genetically assimilated by the demonic energy, and have lost their human minds, only the instinct of fighting and killing remains, and there are still eighty demons in the base, and we are trying to control the demons and make their power available to us." ”

"Be cautious when dealing with demonizers." The middle-aged man was silent for a while before he spoke: "If you need the corpse of a monster, you can go to Linjiang City to hunt it directly, how is the research progress of meteorite fragments?" ”

"There is no significant progress at the moment." The old man replied.

"Yes."

After saying that, the screen flashed and turned off automatically.

The old man lowered his head and thought for a while, then walked out of the research room, and began to arrange manpower, preparing to enter Linjiang City to hunt monsters and obtain corpses.

……

In a room on the second floor of a hotel in Linjiang City, Tang Fan sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, squinting his eyes, as if he was pretending to sleep, while the skeleton warrior stood at the door as a doorman.

In addition, Wang Meng also stayed in the room, leaning against the window and looking at the loneliness outside.

"Did your strength come from that book?" Coldly, Wang Meng suddenly asked.

"Yes." Tang Fan didn't move, and responded lightly.

"What are you going to do with those people outside?" Wang Meng saw that Tang Fan didn't talk about the meaning of the book, and he wouldn't be bored. Although he was very curious about that book, he also understood that Tang Fan cared about that book very much, and he would never allow others to get his hands on it, otherwise, Wu Lida would not be so miserable.

Strength, especially in a demon-infested world, is a guarantee of survival.

Obviously, that book has a close relationship with Tang Fan's source of strength, and it would be a lie to say that he was not impressed. But Wang Meng knew more clearly that he was not Tang Fan's opponent, nor was he the skeleton's opponent, not to mention that Tang Fan looked a little tired now, but Wang Meng didn't dare to do it at all.

What's more, his life was saved by Tang Fan.

The road is mixed, the most righteous, and I don't know what will happen in the future, but now, Wang Meng thinks that he can't make an ungrateful move.

Looking out the window, the sky is getting darker, but it is difficult to feel the passage of time.

"What time is it?" Tang Fan didn't answer Wang Meng's question, but asked.

Wang Meng reached out and took out his pocket and took out a hand-held machine: "It's more than six o'clock in the evening." ”

"Can I still use my phone?" Tang Fan's eyes opened, and he remembered that his mobile phone had broken down a week ago, and because he was alone and had nothing to worry about, he didn't bother to take it out for repairs, so he didn't know if the communication was normal since the demon came.

"No, now I can only use it as a watch." Wang Meng smiled bitterly and said, "The signal became very unstable two days ago, and when the demon appeared, there was no signal at all. ”

"Oh." Tang Fan narrowed his eyes again and stopped talking.

Wang Meng also quieted down, looking out of the window, there was only a sudden gunfire and a faint smell of gunsmoke in the distance, suddenly, a cooing sound sounded, Wang Meng scratched his hair embarrassedly, it turned out that he was hungry.

Tang Fan also remembered that although he was not hungry, it seemed that he had not eaten for almost a day.

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