Xiao Lin gritted her teeth vigorously and said viciously: "Help me again, press this commendation order for a few days." ”

Lu Zhengxiong raised his head, his expression was very surprised: "What do you want to do?" ”

"You forgot, I've transferred his identity file to the Academy of Sciences. He is now a D3-level researcher. ”

Xiao Lin's dignified and beautiful face was full of a cruel smile: "I will ask the courtyard to issue an order about this person as soon as possible." Since he didn't want to leave, it would be better to stay there forever. ”

Lu Zhengxiong looked at Xiao Lin with a hideous face, and subconsciously retracted the hand that had reached between her legs.

D3, which is the lowest grade for all researchers in the Academy of Sciences. If converted to a military rank, it is equivalent to an ordinary non-commissioned officer, or even lower.

Xiao Lin's hand was very clever, and Lu Zhengxiong could completely guess this woman's next move———— placing Su Hao as a D3-level researcher in a city full of zombies. Due to the time and administrative constraints, the second lieutenant promotion order of the army group no longer had effect, and the commendation was no longer available. Xiao Lin naturally turned Su Hao into the lowest staff member of the Academy of Sciences. There was no military protection and no stable source of food. Aside from an empty title that doesn't serve any purpose, he's actually a survivor wandering around the city.

People, after all, are not the opponents of zombies.

A city densely packed with zombies, equivalent to the front line in times of war. There can be danger at any time, and the chance of death is far greater than that of the rear base.

"Doesn't he have a lot of friends? Wouldn't you rather suffer the consequences alone than give up? Then stay with those monsters forever, and you don't need any ranks or awards. ”

The sound of the propeller "rumbling" drowned out the wild laughter, far away from Xiao Lin's face full of anger and madness

When the first rain fell, it was Monday.

The sky was overcast and there was no sunlight all day. A gray fog enveloped the city from the morning, making people feel the bitter cold of desolation.

Su Hao held a steel bar sharpened in the front section, checked it in his hand, and smashed it heavily on the forehead of the zombie who rushed in front of him, and the stinking head suddenly exploded, splashing out a piece of pus and rotting slurry.

Nearly two months have passed since Xiao Lin left.

There were no orders for commendations or anything like that, and there was no news of material assistance.

Su Hao once went to the garrison headquarters once, and from Wu Guoguang, who had a little guilt on his face, he got a researcher ID card with a blue plasticized cover. In addition to the smiling photo on the title page, the most eye-catching thing is the word "D3" alongside the silver national emblem.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know why things turned out like this? As far as I know, the army group has issued a promotion order to promote you to officer. The Academy of Sciences thinks that your research on zombies is unique, so it includes the archives and lists you as a researcher. How to put it, it's really unfair. Even if it is a researcher, it should be a C3 corresponding to the rank of second lieutenant, not a D4. ”

When he said this, Wu Guoguang's gaze kept dodging. This middle-aged man with thick lines did not participate in Xiao Lin's conspiracy, and he didn't know that Lu Zhengxiong played a very unbearable role in it. He just felt that the lieutenant badge on his shoulder was completely because of Su Hao, and Major Li Daoyuan, the commander of KD03 who was promoted, also had the same attitude towards it. From their standpoint, they can only give their opinions on the decisions of the military top, but they cannot influence the fait accompli.

Out of guilt and subjective thinking of wanting to try their best to make amends, Wu Guoguang and Li Daoyuan took the initiative to add six more 12 to Su Hao's original exchange. 7 mm heavy machine guns, 50 "Type 95" automatic rifles, 60 powerful 9 mm pistols, hundreds of grenades, and more than 50,000 rounds of ammunition of various calibers.

In addition to weapons, Su Hao also got more than 600 boxes of canned food and 500 sets of military-made winter clothes.

When meeting Wu Guoguang, Su Hao remained silent, his expression was full of numbness and disappointment, and the whole person looked depressed, losing interest and confidence in everything.

Hypocrisy is always the best tool to confuse others.

For the current result, Su Hao is actually very satisfied.

A few months in the Holocene-Holocene realm had changed some of his initial thoughts.

If it is said that when he traveled through time and space and landed in front of the department store on the day of the outbreak of the virus, Su Hao was just a fugitive who wanted to survive. Well, his mind was now filled with power and power.

It's not his fault, no one can resist the inducement of the environment to **. When Su Hao met Xinyan, Lao Song, Tao Yuan, Du Tianhao, the Han sisters, and later Cao Rui and others, more and more strangers joining the team had made it impossible for him to be alone. He is no longer simply living for himself, he must consider the interests of the whole team, the life and death of more people.

Neither the lower ranks nor the title of researcher have much effect.

A mere "ensign" or "D4" is nowhere near as effective as a few hundred team members.

They are "worker bees".

Su Hao is not stupid enough to give up what he currently has, and run to the point of winning the military award at the Chengdu base.

What he needs at the moment is a huge amount of food and weapons. With this, we can feed more people and consolidate the existing range of potential.

As for the notes, hehe! That kind of thing is just used as an exchange of supplies, a bargaining chip to test the military and the top brass of the Academy of Sciences.

Su Hao didn't care about the means and intrigues that Xiao Lin played with.

He holds the scientific and technological secrets of the future world for nearly a century, and has an incomparably large amount of chips to exchange with the military. Silver bones, advanced machinery, and biotechnology Su Hao will take them out little by little at the right time. He didn't want to change history too early, and he only needed to announce it a few months in advance of the original inventor himself, and he could get a good enough profit.

Su Hao only needs "worker bees" now.

When the number of "bee colonies" increases to a certain level, it is enough to make everyone lose their voices and change color.

Xinyan walked up from behind, pulled out the fire axe that was diagonally inserted on the outside of the backpack with his backhand, and swung a shiny and sleek arc in the air, accurately slashing the hips of the zombie who fell to the ground and could no longer move.

Last week, all the *** that Su Hao teleported from the Future World Realm were all used up. Correspondingly, the underground vault stored in the field camp has been filled with putrid hormones. The number is so huge that even Su Hao himself feels trembling.

"Click————"

The hard metal axe blade pries the pelvis with a crisp sound. Su Hao turned around and saw Xinyan bending down to pick up the silver bone from the blurry and soft flesh. The standing position with your feet apart stretches your muscles, and the high-stretch leggings stretch your thighs straight, stretching your body to perfection.

This is a residential area about half a kilometer away from the bank building. Most of the nearby shops were looted by Su Hao's team, and there were no resources worth paying attention to. According to Su Hao's order, since last week, team members who went out hunting began to enter residents' homes to find and collect food that has not yet spoiled.

Xinyan wiped the silver bone from the dead zombie's body, held it up with his index finger and thumb, held it high, looked at the dim light outside the window, and said uncertainly, "It seems to have gotten bigger." ”

Su Hao smiled slightly, took the silver bone noncommittally, and put it in his pocket.

The zombie that has just been killed is more powerful than similar monsters in terms of strength and speed. Maybe twenty percent, or thirty. This kind of change is fatal enough for ordinary people who have not yet evolved, and it is completely ineffective for Su Hao. He can still kill them in the most direct form of hand-to-hand combat, without using weapons such as firearms.

The stronger the monster, the more silver bones are produced in the body, and the larger the volume.

There were only two people in the room, Su Hao and Xinyan.

He subconsciously focused his gaze on the woman in front of him.

Xinyan's face was slightly red. Although the relationship between the two has broken through the restrictions between boys and girls, when she is alone with Su Hao, she is still a little shy, or shy. The light coming in from the window is not very bright, but it looks quite different in the dark environment.

Su Hao stepped over the corpse on the ground on the railing, grabbed Xinyan's hand that was not holding the axe, and felt a very comfortable and slippery softness. He continued to be close to his body, his right hand wrapped around Shinyan's slender waist, rubbing back and forth on the smooth tight-fitting surface. The distance between the two people was very close, and Xinyan's towering ** was completely pressed on his broad and firm chest. Whether it is the touch of the skin or the heat of breathing with each other, it makes Xinyan feel stimulated. She opened her delicate and soft lips slightly, letting out a thin, rapid gasp. The embarrassed expression made Su Hao can't help but sigh. He hugged Shinyan and slid her sideways in standard waltz steps, spinning around the empty living room. The right hand took advantage of the situation to hold down Xinyan's round buttocks and kneaded, and his chest was tightly attached to the round **, without the slightest intention of letting go.

No one knew that his actual age was over sixty.

No one knows that in this young and strong body, there is a wise soul that has gone through the wind and frost and seen through everything in the world.

Now, he is a tall and handsome man. Strong, strong, and growing stronger because of the prototype potion.

In the future world, Su Hao gave up too much.

He didn't want to lose the same thing again in this day and age.

For example, love and affection.

There is no soft music, no roses and no moonlight. Outside the window, the sky was gloomy and gray, and the howls of zombies from nowhere echoed faintly over the city.

There is no romance at all, but neither Xinyan nor Su Hao is willing to let go of each other.

Her watery eyes sparkled.

His dark and pure eyes were like black jade.

Xinyan felt hot underneath, and there was a hard bulge pressing against his bulging. Su Hao smiled, stretched his head over, and rubbed his cheek against Xinyan's snow-white neck.

The two of them hugged quietly like this, without more movements, and without the need for mountain alliances and sea oaths or soft words.

Su Hao kissed Xinyan's fragrant long hair carefully, and the tip of his tongue quickly licked her round earlobe, which made Xinyan itch for a while. She clenched her teeth, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"Boom ————"

Outside the open door, a man with a surprised face appeared.

He had messy hair, a gray-black coat, and a muddy hem. The leather shoes on his feet had been opened, revealing his toes peeking out of his torn socks. He held a thick wooden stick in his right hand, and the backpack he was carrying in his left hand fell heavily to the ground. From his point of view, he happened to see Su Hao and Xinyan standing in the living room hugging each other.

"Who are you?"

The muscles in the man's face began to twitch, and he clenched the stick tightly in both hands, letting out a hoarse growl.

Xinyan was a little reluctant to let go of the hand that was hugging Su Hao's shoulder.

She had already spotted the man coming up the stairs from a few minutes ahead through her scattered mental consciousness.

Xinyan believes that Su Hao, like herself, has already locked on the other party with search awareness. It's just that the feeling of confusion and warmth just now is too wonderful, and no one wants to remove from the other person, and try to enjoy the short and precious tenderness.

As long as it's not a zombie and can't pose a threat to yourself, the rest doesn't matter.

Su Hao's hand moved away from Xinyan's waist. He sighed faintly and picked up the rebar leaning against the wall.

Xinyan's eyes had been watching him, a little resentful, and his hair was scattered over his shoulders. There is still a passion in the pupils of water.

The man standing outside the door hunched his back, leaned forward, clenched his stick and assumed a defensive fighting posture. He was sure that Su Hao and Xinyan were not zombies, and his eyes and tone of voice became fierce: "This is my house, my home." You'd better get out of here as soon as possible. ”

The man wanted to be more brutal and tough———— and in the days he had been wandering, he had found that politeness had no effect, and yelling and fisting were the best way to solve the problem. If it weren't for the fear that the other party had two people and weapons, he would have said nothing a long time ago, and directly picked up the stick and smashed it on his head.

That's right! This is indeed his home.

For strange intruders, the best way to kill is to kill.

Su Hao's face showed a little guilt. He took Shinyan's hand, and the two of them quickly ran out of the room like schoolchildren who had done something wrong.

He didn't know the man.

He rummaged around the man's house and killed a zombie who might be related to the man.

There is no doubt that men are also survivors of the disaster of the virus outbreak. He probably escaped from the city with the others and survived in the wild for months.

Now, he's back.

There's no place like your own home.

Today, November 23rd. Half a year has passed since the outbreak of the virus.

The computer files of the Future World show that since the beginning of November, the survivors who had fled the city began to return one after another.

There is a lack of food in the wild.

Having eaten up the first humans killed in the city, the hungry zombies are no longer interested in reinforced concrete buildings. They began to leave the city in search of more fresh blood food.

When the wilderness becomes unsafe as well, it is natural for those who flee to think of returning to the city.

It's like a brutal guerrilla war, competing for the perseverance and wisdom of both sides. But from any point of view, zombies have an absolute advantage.

Humans need food, they need water.

In a few days, we will enter December. The sudden cold weather makes it no longer as easy to survive in the wild as it is in summer.

Many of those who escaped had to come back

Shangjing base, General Academy of Sciences.

Wang Qinian sat at his desk, concentrating on the rice and shredded pork in Beijing sauce in front of him.

He was fat and had gray hair. The upper body is a simple men's sweat jacket with the word "work", and underneath is an oversized Hawaiian-style pants. The colorful color of the shorts is easy to make people think about it, and the ** fat and plump that protrudes from both sides of the sweat coat is enough to make most women ashamed and hate. The belly, which is larger than that of an eight-month-old woman, bulges shyly, revealing a navel that is much larger than the diameter of the anus. Fat squeezes wrinkles in every corner of the body, smoothing the skin around the corners of the eyes and the glands of the head. The whole person looks much younger than the actual age of "eighty-six" on the ID card.

The heating in the room was turned on very much, and although he was already dressed less, the fat man Wang Qinian still felt hot.

He scratched his crotch, grabbed his thighs covered with thick black body hair, and walked out from behind his desk with a bowl of shredded meat and slippers. Through the sturdy steel grate, he looked at the zombie locked up on the opposite side with interest.

A dirty white lab coat rests on the back of the chair, and an ID card is pinned to his chest. Through the thick oil stain on the surface, it is barely possible to make out the photo of Wang Qinian with a lewd smile on his face, as well as the words "President of the Academy of Sciences".

Use chopsticks to pick up a few sauce-colored shredded meat and throw them through the cracks in the fence. The zombie with a face covered in pus sucked his nose hard, following the traces of flesh in the air. The aroma mixed with ginger-garlic sauce didn't appeal to it in any way. Just sniffed and looked at the ground in a daze, and the zombie turned all its attention to Wang Qinian, who was standing a few meters away. It struggled to stretch its arms, repeatedly banging its head against the steel grate, opening its mouth with its rotten tongue and making a "ho-ho" sound with a simple hunger meaning.

"Food-wasting fools————"

Wang Qinian picked up a few more shredded meat with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, and while chewing slowly, he shook his head in disappointment and scolded vaguely.

The shredded pork in the Beijing sauce fried in the cafeteria today is very good, but the fact is in front of you———— zombies don't eat cooked meat, they are only interested in raw meat and blood.

Wang Qinian walked back to the back of the table, sat down, and carefully read the spread notebook.

The notes handed over from the Chengdu base are very useful. Some of the information recorded in it is very valuable. As the highest-level "A1" researcher in the entire Academy of Sciences, equivalent to the rank of general, Wang Qinian also firmly remembered the name "Su Hao".

It's winter.

Increasing the heating supply and creating a summer environment of around 30 degrees in the room is certainly not for the sake of experiencing the tropical atmosphere.

The notes were originally recorded in May. Wang Qinian wanted to replicate a similar temperature and environment to verify the correctness of the content of the note.

He has always been very rigorous when it comes to scientific research.