"Hehe, it's definitely a little bit more complicated than driving a car. However, the principle is similar. ”

Su Hao vaguely avoided the topic, raised his head, and shifted his gaze to the wall calendar on the opposite wall.

Today is June 19th, and it's 11:49 a.m.

In order to obtain an enhanced version of the energy potion formula from Su Hao, Lieutenant General Sterling deliberately delayed the preparation time of the fighter. According to what he said when he met Su Hao at noon the day before yesterday, the plane still needed to be further refitted. It is expected to be completed at least tomorrow at noon. Even in the best case, it is not allowed to take off until twenty-four hours after the completion of the preparation.

For this kind of bureaucratic procrastination, Su Hao certainly will not agree. He had already thrown several tantrums at Lieutenant General Sterling, protesting in a stern and serious tone, claiming that he had to return home as soon as possible.

Verbal disputes never get any effect. However, Lieutenant General Sterling had no better excuse to keep Su Hao. Despite repeated delays, it was not possible to delay until the end of the Biological Research Congress. As a last resort, he could only promise Su Hao: by 21 minutes tomorrow night at the latest, he would be able to see a fighter plane that had completed rearmament, filled up with fuel, and did not carry any weapon systems.

After all, Su Hao could not have left later than the Chinese delegation. Otherwise, it can't be justified

Su Hao was angry about this on the surface, but he didn't care about it in his heart.

That's what he really wants.

Among the records of the future since the outbreak of the virus is the attack on the temporary headquarters of the United Nations in Nevada. Just this evening, the base will be under siege by a massive bio-frenzy. As the cause of the disturbance is unknown, the recorder can only attribute it to the "moon tide".

New Chengdu base city.

Today is a sunny day. The temperature is still very high, the ground is scorched by the sun, and you can feel the intense heat coming through the soles of your shoes when you walk on it.

Xu Renjie, dressed in a general's uniform and with his hands behind his back, stood on the roof of a temporary outpost outside the military control zone, looking down at his feet with gloomy and cold eyes.

It is a huge square located between the civilian area and the military, covering an area of more than 10,000 square meters. On the surface, the purpose of its existence is to create a buffer zone between the two districts. In fact, there are a large number of mechanical passages and emergency exits hidden under the square. In the event of an emergency, it can quickly become an important link between the military zone and the outside world.

The influx of civilians into the base city turned the square into an open-air mall.

They set up a large number of makeshift shops in the square: slaked lime and chalk carved out different areas on the ground, and shacks were built out of a mess of materials. This is a chaotic market, and it is also a recognized black market in the new Chengdu base. Here, you can buy anything you want. From ordinary food and drinking water, to the latest military distribution of various standard individual weapons, it can be traded as commodities.

There is a wide variety of goods here, and even contraband and military supplies can often be seen. Although blue coins are the only legal tender, people prefer to use silver bones and hedrons instead of banknotes.

Xu Renjie is not averse to the existence of the black market. His attitude towards this is to turn a blind eye. With this near-conniving acquiescence, the new Chengdu black market soon evolved into the city's most prosperous commercial district. Every inch of space here is scorching. Since its opening, the merchants here have changed one after another. The transfer fee per square meter of shop is already as high as five milligrams of silver bone.

Not all forerunners get rich. The operators who originally occupied the square are long gone. They either disappeared one night or were killed by a gang of gangsters. The wealthy consortium and the yakuza soon carved up the square, and the place became more orderly, and the distribution of temporary shops was not as chaotic as it used to be. Of course, without ordinary people as competitors, the prices of various materials on the black market have also risen sharply, to a prohibitive and terrifying level.

Prosperous business is always accompanied by a series of peripheral industries derived from it.

More and more bars and casinos are opening around the square, and scantily clad women are always roaming the streets. Snack stalls emitting a lot of fumes fill almost every road. Hawkers carry baskets to sell cigarettes and stockings from abandoned cities, and occasionally see fruits such as apples and pears, which are always deflated and blackened, like malnourished children.

The square in front of Xu Renjie is no longer what it used to be.

It went blank.

Dozens of heavy bulldozers crisscrossed the square, their heavy tracks running over makeshift shops and pushing clutter of objects and building materials to the perimeter of the square. The concrete floor was covered with deep white scratches from mechanical buckets, littered with garbage, and littered with debris. Tattered clothes and fabrics were torn, and pots and pans and other objects were smashed. Shouts and shouts filled the air over the square, and occasionally a figure popped out of the shop, quickly grabbing something important from the scattered garbage. Their legs and feet were fast, but they could not evade the armed soldiers who were set up on the commanding heights around the square. Whenever this happens, the soldiers shoot mercilessly. The crisp sound of gunfire was accompanied by screams, which were quickly run over by the heavy bulldozer tracks, turning into a puddle of bloody mud almost flush with the ground.

The potency of potent potions has a very significant effect on the body's recovery. Xu Renjie has recovered. He felt like he had regained the same strong physique he had been more than a decade ago. Although obese, it is full of strength. Whether the opponent is a man or a woman, as long as you dare to oppose yourself, you will either be punched to death by Lao Tzu on the spot, or overthrown by Lao Tzu and stabbed to death with the stick below.

The sun was very hot. The brim of the military hat cast a deep shadow on Xu Renjie's face. He silently stared at the square at his feet, took a cold beer from his adjutant's hand, and gulped it down, a cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As bulldozers bulldozed the temporary structure, the square was transformed into a torture ground.

Dozens of special trucks were parked in the middle of the square. Soldiers unloaded a makeshift canning line from the wagon, which took them nearly two hours to assemble, setting up a huge meat inlet next to the truck.

It was a circular wheel saw that resembled a grinding disc. The bottom of the pan is connected to the water supply system of the base city, and the raw materials can be washed during operation. The soldiers removed the oval metal casing on the outside of the feed inlet, allowing them to see directly the mechanical process of cutting and grinding on top of each other. The shiny metal cutters are razor-sharp, and the heavy grinding gears are shocking just to look at.

Next to this extremely terrifying set of large machines, which actually works very simply, stands a large group of civilians.

Xu Renjie mobilized three infantry divisions and carried out an unprecedented large-scale search and arrest in the base city. He took control of hundreds of thousands of inhabitants of the city, from which he extracted nearly 8,000 targets. Including the rioters who were previously captured, the total number of those who were convicted by military courts was more than 20,000.

The wrath of the ruler always takes the form of death.

Hundreds of wooden poles were erected around the perimeter of the square, on which hung corpses in miserable suits. The bodies of the deceased were nailed to the top of the wooden poles, their bodies covered in scars, and their hands and feet coiled at incredible angles. Many of the corpses had their muscles separated from the bones, and the carrion and pus attracted large swarms of mosquitoes and flies. Flesh-loving insects swirled around the surface of the corpse like a black cloth, obscuring the deceased's original appearance. Due to the large number of mosquitoes and flies, the wooden pole always makes a "squeak" sound.

According to Xu Renjie's original intention, wooden poles should be set up from the square all the way along both sides of the road leading to the four city gates, and all the damned thugs should be nailed to them. Fortunately, the new adjutant was a middle-aged man with a flexible mind. He persuaded Xu Renjie to dispel this terrible thought. After all, it's now the third year after the Black Age. Civilians were accustomed to life and death, and the tortured corpses touched them little. There are many delicatessens in the base city that sell human flesh. Sauce-soaked palms, long strips of pork loin, fat human braised sausages, and snow-white human brains that burnt their hair, pry open the top of their skulls with an iron chisel, sprinkle with shallots and leek flowers, and tossed with soy sauce and spicy sauce...... All of this has long made people numb and lose their fear of death and corpses.

Moreover, placing corpse poles throughout the city would only make the air filthy and filled with the stench of rotting flesh. This practice is not so much about punishing guilty thugs as it is about torturing the living.

"They should be allowed to see death up close and personal, to experience it firsthand. It is not difficult to solve criminals with a single bullet, but if you want others to learn a lesson, you must let them come into contact with them and be in the situation. ”

The adjutant's suggestion was very pertinent, and Xu Renjie had no reason to refuse. He was also very fond of this novel model of punishment.

Thousands of prisoners lined up in a long line, like a long, strangely shaped black snake, winding through the city in the fierce sunlight, slowly walking into the square.

There were all sorts of people among them. However, most of them are young or in the prime of life, with the occasional few women and two or three children in between. Their hands were shackled behind their backs, their eyes glazed over, and they shuffled slowly forward amid the roars and curses of the soldiers.

There was a whole regiment responsible for the escort of prisoners. In the face of the reinforced soldiers with absolute force, the rioters could not resist, not even take advantage of the chaos to escape.

They were brought to the gigantic and terrifying machine. Looking at the roulette wheel, which made a loud "rumbling" sound and was repeatedly running under the impetus of electricity, everyone's face showed shock, and then quickly turned into a miserable white face with sudden blood loss.

"You, what do you want?"

"I confess my sins and don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything, please don't kill me."

"No, you can't do that. Spare me, I won't dare again————"

The square suddenly resounded with a "clanging" metal impact, which was the movement of panicked prisoners walking among each other, shackles colliding with the ground. Annoyed by this, the officer supervising the escort team strode to the front of the group, grabbed the back of a middle-aged man's neck with his left hand, and dragged him upside down like a chicken until he reached the mechanical grinding disc. Sturdy, another soldier hurriedly stepped forward to help, opened the shackles with a key, and tore off the middle-aged man's clothes and pants a few times. Then, grab the man's arm, hit him in the back and kick him into the funnel-shaped inlet.

It was a spinning, extremely large metal disc. From the bottom to the edge of the port, the height is almost four meters. All around, jets of water erupted from the honeycomb-shaped metal walls to rinse the naked men. The spinning, the oscillation, and the constant jets of water made it impossible for the man to stand still on the disc. He howled incessantly, trying to get up and keep his balance, but he kept falling again and again, gradually dizzy in the never-ending turning, and fell into a complete coma.

A large, triangular robotic arm extends from the side of the disk. It apparently had an automatic monitoring probe, and the iron claws pinned the man's shoulders, lifting him up and sending him into the large square, black mouth of the material compartment with a heavy roar. In a moment, there was a scream that did not sound like a human voice.

The production line is set up in front of the square, and from where the prisoners walk in, you can clearly see the mechanical operation of the dismantled shell. Their eyes widened as they watched as the middle-aged man's shoulders were pierced by iron hooks, and the mechanical sprinkler continued to spray boiling water with a temperature of more than 100 and mixed with various disinfectants to wash the surface of the man's body. This terrible torture lasted for nearly thirty seconds, and a triangular cutter was turned from the roulette wheel and plunged directly into the man's chest, slicing open the entire abdomen, and with mechanical perfection and precision, removing all internal organs, including the heart and intestines.

The man was held firmly in place by a metal hook, unable to struggle or get out of it. He could only watch as the blade pierced through his body and cut off his own internal organs. Compared to the previous vertigo and the sharp pain caused by the boiling water, this bloody death was undoubtedly the most terrifying. Fear became a fixed concept in his mind. With a terrible thought that could not be dissipated, he was sent into the grinding wheel by a metal hook, and both the hardest skull and the soft muscular skin were quickly crushed and cut in a matter of seconds...... The pink meat puree entered the mixing chamber along the conveyor belt, and salt, spices, flour, corn, and various food additives were poured in, and the man completely turned into a pile of bright red and appetizing mixed ingredients. He was constantly struck and compacted by a mechanical hammer in another circular grinding disc, and a large amount of steam was released from the mechanical chamber at the same time. In just a few minutes, flat metal cylindrical cans appeared at the end of the assembly line.

Nothing could be more appalling than this one. The prisoners looked at it tremblingly, their minds blank. Almost everyone's teeth were chattering, and a few guys with weak self-control couldn't even maintain a standing position, so they could only lie on the ground, gasping for fear on their faces.

Everyone was begging and saying things like "I don't dare anymore, no."

These words simply do not work as well as they should. The soldiers unceremoniously grabbed the prisoners one by one next to the inlet, lifted the shackles, stripped them naked, and threw the naked prisoners down one by one. The huge carousel was quickly filled with hundreds of prisoners. As usual, it was flushed, and more and more hooks appeared on the metal wheel, and the screams and cries were deafening, even drowning out the "rumbling" machinery.

As more and more prisoners are thrown into the hopper, cans at the end of the assembly line appear faster and faster. They are loaded into cartons by a robotic arm and transported along a conveyor belt to the truck. Another group of soldiers was responsible for stowing it up and loading it into the wagon. Soon, a fully loaded truck pulled out of the square, and another empty truck took its place.

Xu Renjie's anger and disgust at the rioters who took the opportunity to cause chaos during the siege of the bio-frenzy are incomparable to anyone.

The thugs nearly destroyed the city. Of course, this was not their intention, they just wanted to take advantage of the lax defense of the army to rush into the military control zone to make a good profit. But they never thought that if the army collapsed and the base city was breached, the ultimate victim would still be themselves.

Xu Renjie's furious roar came from the lookout.

"Kill all these damn guys, and not a single one will be left."

As long as there is enough electricity, the production line will never stop. The edibility of these canned flesh does have to be put under question. However, for the hungry refugees from outside the city, they do not care about what the meat in their mouths is made of.

Kill 20,000 thugs to feed more refugees. This is Xu Renjie's punishment.

Didn't the military department ask all base cities to change their attitude towards civilians and ration them on time? Lao Tzu will feed you with criminals.

This is not cruelty. According to the investigation of the military justice department of the base city, a considerable part of the wealthy consortium participated in the riot that day. They are clearly not for food and water, but behind the scenes, they are deliberately profiling. Otherwise, how would the rioters know where to get the explosives? How could civilians get their hands on so many firearms? And how do you know the exact location of the military warehouse in Ludao?

The real purpose of the Hao Consortium is the strengthening potions stored in the warehouse.

Among each of the rioters, there are family members of the wealthy consortium to guide them. By storming the zone and ransacking warehouses, they can get tens of thousands of potions. Once successful, the consortium will distribute, use, and transfer the potion out of the city as quickly as possible, or bury it on the spot. They will not admit that the riots are related to them, but stand from the same perspective as Xu Renjie. Once the goal is achieved, they will turn their faces on the spot and shoot the rioters who wantonly rob them on the spot, killing people and killing people.

Fortunately, Su Hao came very timely. The mob failed to breach the warehouse, and the counterforces sent by Xu Renjie caught dozens of cronies of the wealthy consortium on the spot.