Oppression and killing have always been the best means of dealing with resistance.

Su Hao's tyrannical and murderous actions shocked everyone in the square. Both civilians and soldiers were shocked by the sudden change and did not know what kind of reaction they should make for a while.

Wu Yu's body was quickly dragged away, and the puddle of blood on the ground was trampled by countless footprints, covered with dust and dirt, and gradually turned into mud, drying up and evaporating...... Soon, there was no evidence of any death in the area, except for a slightly dark reddish dampness that was losing its shape under the constant gray and black covering.

Although he was a dead man, Su Hao didn't intend to let him go so easily.

Half an hour later, tall wooden poles were erected at the edge of the square. The steady, three-legged brace held the pole firmly in place, and the headless corpse was stripped naked, wire piercing his chest and abdomen, tying the entire corpse to the top of the pole. Under Su Hao's order, the soldier twisted the body of Wu Yu, whose head was blown away, and twisted it into an extremely strange shape through the entanglement of his arms and legs.

The purpose of this is to make him look painful, to unleash the cruelty that the superior wants to show, and to suppress the civilians who are ready to move under the force and rage.

Cruelty and tyranny are for the sake of deterrence.

Nothing like it ever happened again. Both gangsters and sects have chosen to remain silent. The gang members guarding the entrance to the plaza disappeared, and the gods like the cult leader seemed to disappear from the face of the earth overnight. Civilians were free to enter the venue, no one stopped them, and no one extorted any so-called "referral fees". Men, women, the elderly, children...... Even physically disabled refugees come in to try their luck. Although the army will certainly not accept these people, after all, the opportunity is rare, and perhaps the officers in charge of selecting people will be merciful, although they are deaf and blind, but there is always someone to do things like cooking and sweeping the floor in the barracks.

The light outside the window was fading, and the setting sun was staining the sky blood-red. The faint orange light was already very dim, trying to hold the last trace of pitiful position. Around it, boundless darkness swarms from all directions, constantly seeping, devouring, chewing, and swallowing the war between two different colors, like a survivor surrounded by zombies during a virus outbreak. The only difference is that the sunset will eventually be swallowed up in darkness, and the survivors will not all die in battle, some of them will always survive and become stronger.

Su Hao sat in the office of the recruit training camp building in the military control area, with his hands behind his back, letting the afterglow of the sun splash on his body, contracting and rising from the soles of his feet, starting from his feet, legs, waist, chest, shoulders... The most lull was the forehead, a little, a thread, completely covered by a dense inky darkness.

Su Hao didn't speak, silently staring out the window at the base city shrouded in night.

He had been in this position for almost two hours, and he hadn't moved. It's like an inanimate statue, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Su Hao could have avoided killing Wu Yu, there were many ways to solve the problem at that time———— arresting people, persuading people on the spot, firing warnings, dispatching troops to separate the crowd, or...... Giving the refugees some food is the simplest and most effective way to win people's hearts.

Su Hao used the most cruel, violent, and bloody methods.

Even he didn't understand why he was doing this.

Yes, it's cruel, it's very cold.

If in the past, in the future world, Su Hao would definitely not adopt this method. At that time, he was just a researcher, and he knew a little about the life of the common people in the wilderness, but he didn't have much time to dive into it.

Speaking of which, a researcher's life is actually quite boring. I spend most of my day in the lab, and my eyes see the most things, except for the computer, which is data. Companions rarely communicate with each other, and the most contact with living organisms is probably the experimental subjects such as mice and monkeys.

There are two days off a week, but even on weekends, people rarely go out. The Academy of Sciences is an independent base city with few ground facilities and various buildings built entirely to military fortification standards. Both the shopping street and the artificial simulation park are built underground. People rarely go out for shopping, and they only choose to simulate a park for leisure and entertainment———— which is a room of about 100 square meters, with a large number of analog annunciators on the walls, floors, and ceilings. Depending on your preference, you can set the setting to the African savannah, the Great Rift Valley, a lake, an ocean, or a glacier. You can enjoy a tranquil hanging, a dangerous tornado, a helicopter bungee jump, a stadium and a regular for AC Milan, dribbling past the tens of thousands of spectators and then shooting a shot that will end up in your name.

None of this is true.

No matter how hard you try, you're just entertaining yourself in a simulated scenario. The various movements are based on the same principle as the sense of substitution through automatic mechanical devices. There, you can kill anyone who doesn't like it, and you can hunt mutated creatures in your imagination. Including fishing, hunting, cooking, everything is fake. You can't touch the real thing, although they can be reached in the palm of your hand, the smoothness of apples, the smell of bread, and the occasional sting of bees in the lavender garden that you provoke...... Those visual, tactile, and auditory confusions can only be seen at that time. When you press the "end" button, the lights come on and everything will be cold and gray again.

In Su Hao's youth, the Academy of Sciences had already developed exclusive replicants. Researchers can create objects in the training chamber to accompany them to drive away loneliness according to their own preferences. That's a way to use computer simulations to screen out targets.

First of all, you need to choose whether it is male or female, and then set up detailed rules such as face shape, height, skin color, hair, age, etc. Based on these input commands, the computer selects the required parts from hundreds of millions of spare genetic files and simulates them to generate avatars and body previews. When you are satisfied with the selected target, after pressing "OK", the replicant information will automatically enter the Central Computer Management Center of the Academy of Sciences, and will be arranged according to the date of the individual application for review.

In general, a vetted replicant will need about nine months of incubation. Most of the replicant subjects chosen by male researchers are popular celebrities at home and abroad in peacetime. For example, Audrey. Hepburn, Angelina. Julie, Li Jiaxin, Sun Li and so on. The range of female researchers is similar to this, and Su Hao has seen Andy Lau, Tony Leung, and Tom on the computer form more than once. Kurus, Nicholas. Names like Cage.

Both men and women are just trying to relieve the stress of loneliness. After all, most of the space scenes of entertainment time are virtual, and you can create a lot of like-minded friends through electronic simulation, and after the fun is over, you are left alone. When loneliness and emotion come again, there is a lover around me who sees himself as the only sustenance although his IQ level is low...... In this world, there is still a little bit of value in existence.

The Academy of Sciences has been unable to address the side effects of the rapid division of replicant human cells. From fertilized eggs to adulthood, replicants sleep in the culture chamber for only nine months. Although they are infused with nutrients and proteins, their cells age several times faster than normal people. Even with the best of maintenance, the theoretical survival of replicants is no more than twenty years. However, in fact, many researchers put forward requirements such as "retaining the youth of the copied object" on the application form. This led to the fact that in the early stage of replication, a large number of artificial biosynthetic substances had to be added, and the best growth period of ten years was already the limit of the scientific and technological level at that time.

Su Hao has had the experience of going out on missions several times. He had been to several base cities, seen firsthand the civilian quarters, and the refugees who wandered outside the city, living in shacks that were filthy like garbage heaps.

They are pitiful. Especially people outside the city, in order to live, they can do anything.

Outside the city at that time was almost hell depicted in medieval religious books.

Many of the shacks are dried on the outside. Large chunks, or whole arms or thighs, with a thick layer of salt on them. There are also meats that are a little more delicately prepared, cut into strips that give a heart palpitating dark brown in the sun. The surface is covered with bright red crushed chili peppers, and there is a white clay powder that is said to be used as a seasoning. These meats are so popular outside the city that they are so abundant that they are dried in almost every household. As for the source...... Some are human flesh, some are mutated creatures, and some are wild-caught animals.

No one has ever admitted that the meat they are drying is from the same kind of body. Su Hao had seen the thighs with toes and the arms with uncut palms more than once. The military has not opened up food supplies to civilians, and almost all of the civilian farmland that has not been protected by groups has been looted. Many people are killed, but the corpses are never wasted———— the colorful mucous membranes and blood vessels on the surface of the intestines are removed, the feces and food residues in the intestines are washed clean, and the intestines are cut into small pieces and boiled. The pink lobes are easier to deal with, just chop and wash them.

Civilians like to use large iron pots because they save fire and make it easier to cook. Intestinal organs and the like are not as good as muscles, they deteriorate quickly, and even if they are salted, they will stink and must be treated as a priority. The soft liver and heart and kidneys must be fresh to be delicious, and the mixed soup must be filled with soybeans and other things to make it easy to cook. Some civilians are more meticulous in their practice, they grind soybeans into tofu, then make beans, cut them into triangles and pour them into the pot, and add spices such as chili peppers and wild coriander, wild onions, and wild leeks, which taste very good and smell very good.

Most of the ingredients used for cooking are mutated creatures, but there are also humans. Yet civilians have become accustomed to understanding in an alternative way. They subjectively feel that they are eating the flesh of monsters, and usually do not consider whether or not they are mixed with their own kind. Occasionally, one or two pieces of meat taste strange, just spit it out, and you don't need to think about it so much.

Pots like this can often be seen in the streets and alleys of the downtown area. Inside, the chops and tofu are piled up in small hills, and from time to time, stall owners pull out boiled human palms or a few very lean pieces of lean meat from the pot to attract customers as a signature. It is said that this practice originated from the "stewed boiling" in Beijing cuisine, and the famous "small intestine Chen" in the capital during peacetime was such a practice. Of course, the material used at that time was pig water, not human offal. At least, at that time, there were still yakiniku to eat. Now, the occasional baked potato is a rare delicacy.

The Academy of Sciences and the outside are, after all, two worldly realms.

Su Hao has always felt that civilians are miserable and pitiful. Who will eat their own kind if it is not a last resort? Who would have invented such a perverted way to eat food?

But what if you don't eat it?

Starve?

Or was it killed by someone else, chopped and cooked?

It's a strange circle. Humanity after the Black Age has not actually achieved the same hatred. Civilians and the army fought in silos, and although the army distributed decommissioned weapons and recruited new recruits from among the civilian population on several occasions, there was never a widespread distribution of food. Civilians are disgusted, hated, and even strongly disgusted by the military's miserliness. Many people have come forward to call on civilians to fight against the military and to incite civilians to resist. They have achieved great success, and the number of sects and gangs has ranged from thousands to tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands...... At that time, it was a bit of a Yellow Turban Uprising at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty in history. Almost everyone was clamoring for "overthrowing tyranny", and everyone was yearning to storm the base city and loot it, but they never succeeded.

Despite the hatred and disgust, every time the military recruits a new recruit, it always arouses the interest of countless people.

After all, the threat of mutant creatures is far greater and more immediate than that of the military. Either way, the army is controlled by humans, and mutated creatures ...... They are just monsters, parasites that are controlled by the virus.

Looking out the window at the already dark world, Su Hao smiled faintly.

He has always felt that civilians are miserable, bitter, and worthy of sympathy.

In the future world, Su Hao has not had much contact with them, and he is not a ruling class, and the so-called compassion is similar to walking on the street in peacetime and seeing beggars lying on the ground asking for money. You will feel pitiful for the beggars and will give some help according to your income. But that's about it, can't do more. After all, there are people with higher positions and more money above me, and they are the ones who control the future and destiny of the country that runs in the world.

I'm not one of them. Otherwise, they wouldn't have traveled through time and fled here.

met Xinyan, met Lao Song, Cao Rui, Du Tianhao, Yang Lulu, and the Han sisters...... They are also civilians, but they are also "worker bees". The changes brought about by the prototype elixir far exceeded Su Hao's expectations. His horizons have broadened, and his ideas and ideas have become more and more superior. He began to understand the actions of the so-called "brutal" rulers in the history books, and understood the true meaning of repression and massacres———— which was definitely not to satisfy the simple and tyrannical thinking senses of one person, but to save more people and let them live.

There is no doubt that Wu Yu has the potential to become a ruler. And he's doing that.

Having a large number of believers, storming the base city, destroying the army, and letting all believers eat and survive, so that the personal charm rises to the extreme, and gathers more admirers, this is Wu Yu's purpose.

And me? I'm also saving refugees. With no army to hold the front line, no soldiers to attack abandoned cities, mutant creatures will quickly turn their claws and teeth at civilians.

Killing, Su Hao didn't feel confused, but was very emotional.

Stained with blood, it's as simple as that.

I need soldiers, Wu Yu, you are blocking my way, so you must die.

You're just a cult leader with no more than a few thousand followers.

And me?

My "swarm" is getting bigger and bigger, with tens of thousands of "worker bees" alone and hundreds of thousands of "worker bees" in reserve, and there is no comparison between the two. If the side with more people represents justice, then the side with fewer people must be evil. The victory of good over evil is an eternal truth in the world and even in the universe

There is no light in the world in my eyes. Su Hao's stiff face smiled slightly.

"It's not easy to live"

Yuan Hao rushed into Admiral Yuan Zhicheng's office like a violent wind, with a burst of heavy footsteps, and the door was kicked open and slammed shut. Then, there was a thunderous roar.

"Why did you let that kid go?"

"If he fails to complete his mission, he must be punished."

"We don't want waste, there are so many people who want to take refuge in us. A little ghost who doesn't have the ability to strengthen will be killed if he kills, so why bother to save him? If you do this, how will I face other people in the future? How to appease his subordinates? ”

Yuan Hao's anger had no effect. Yuan Zhicheng was still sitting in the high-backed chair, flatly stretched out his right hand, and let the beautiful secretary who was half-kneeling in front of him slowly cut his nails.

The general's figure is not burly, and Yu's thin body is no different from that of an old man of the same age. His hair was as gray, his face was wrinkled, his lips were shrunken inward from his teeth, and his fleshy face was full of black age spots.

Despite this, Yuan Hao could only stand more than three meters away in front of his desk. Because with the high-backed chair where Yuan Zhicheng is at the core, the ground is inlaid with wooden panels with a circle of dark black circles. No one is allowed to enter this area without the permission of the Admiral. Otherwise, high-energy lasers that are on alert around the corners of the wall will be fired immediately.

The "kid" in Yuan Hao's mouth refers to Sibo.

It was a very perfect plan, and Yuan Hao used the strength of the Joint Staff Conference to get the material allocation order of the L84 Group Army. Personnel, vehicles, and documents will not reveal any flaws, and no one will be able to detect them until they are activated at the last moment.

Now, everything is ruined.