Sono will never forget the first time he "dealed" with these people.

The people who went out to investigate came back to report that a group of strange Chinese had appeared here. The other side has a large number of vehicles and supplies, and it is worth a vote.

Sono was very familiar with China, and even spent more than half a month in Kunming as a tourist in peacetime. He is well aware that, in this chaotic situation, armed border crossing is not as important as it used to be. If it weren't for the fact that the available materials were getting less and less, especially medicines, Sono didn't want to provoke the other party at all.

At that time, Sonai's men thought that they should attack the Chinese camp and rob them of all their belongings

Luckily, Sono wasn't hot-headed. He thought about it for a long time and decided to go for himself. If possible, exchange food and meat for the other party's supplies.

Sono left the village with half of his soldiers. Before they could get close to the Chinese camp that the investigators had mentioned, they found themselves surrounded by the opposing group.

It was a truly terrifying scene: more than a dozen infantry fighting vehicles were approaching from different directions, followed by dozens of armored trucks. Six helicopter gunships hovered in the air, and hundreds of armed men appeared as far as the naked eye could see.

Suo, who was scared out of a cold sweat, immediately waved the white flag that had been prepared for a long time. After a brief contact, the other party confiscated the weapons of Sono and the others and escorted him into the camp. There, Sono met a man who called himself "Flying Kill".

The guy exuded coldness all over his body. There is no doubt that he must have killed people, and more than one. He didn't embarrass Soonai, and after calmly listening to the other party's intentions, he generously met Suonai's request in exchange for supplies. At the same time, it claims that it wants to continue this kind of transaction.

The crowd in the distance had approached. The leader is the flying kill.

He remained aloof, maintaining the cold appearance of a killer.

Some things can never be transformed. Just like a fixed mindset, so do habits.

According to Su Hao's plan, the flying kill belonged to the first batch of leaders "worker bees" who were sent to set up settlements in Myanmar. He brought in large quantities of building materials from within the country and established a strong foothold on the outskirts of Myitkyina. It is close to the highway and can form control over the Chindun River Bridge. Further west along this road is Imphal, an important city in India.

Flying kill is not a soldier, nor does it belong to the subordinate establishment of the 505 Group Army. In the whole "bee colony", this stronghold on the outskirts of Myitkyina is still a civilian facility. Its role is only to connect, complement, maintain and control. Of course, this arrangement is also related to the environment in which Su Hao was at that time. He was not a general at the time, and he did not have the full support of Wang Qinian and Xu Renjie, let alone build a base here.

Because of this, Flying Kill has maintained a friendly attitude towards many Burmese people, including Sonai. On the one hand, it is to facilitate the transformation of consciousness, and on the other hand, it is to facilitate the balance of the regional situation.

Sono stepped forward quickly, holding the flying killer's hand with great enthusiasm. Despite his eagerness, he still felt that the man in front of him was a piece of ice. That hand, in particular, is not at all proportional to the current heat of nearly forty degrees.

Flying Kill is not good at politeness, and goes straight to the topic: "How many people did you bring this time?" ”

Sono immediately replied, "Three hundred and twenty-one, fifty-two more women than men, all of them are mature strong laborers." ”

As he spoke, Sono turned around and waved at the soldier next to him, and the soldier immediately ran to the back of each truck, pulled the steel latch, and drove everyone out of the car with a shouting and scolding.

It was a group of ragged Burmese civilians. Most of them carried boxes and various belongings, their eyes were full of confusion and fear of the soldiers. The men gathered in a group next to the convoy, and were escorted by Sonai's soldiers at gunpoint, and slowly walked over.

Flying Kill has been operating here for nearly two years and has taken in about 70,000 Burmese refugees. Like Liao Thu in Vietnam, the transformation of consciousness of the most foreign people is the most difficult in the early stages. With the successful conversion of the first batch of Burmese "worker bees", many linguistic and ideological problems have gradually faded. The "would-be worker bees", in particular, have become accustomed to communicating in Chinese instead of the Shan native language used by Sonai. Although it is a little jerky, it is enough to make the other person understand the meaning.

From the founding of the town to the present, Flying Kill has devoted almost all of its manpower to the vital work of consciousness transformation. He had no more energy to spend on gathering refugees, so he could only exchange them with each other to drive people like Sono to work for him. For example, the value of more than 300 refugees may be no more than antibiotic injections in a small first-aid kit, or fuel such as diesel and gasoline.

Under normal circumstances, Sono entrusts the transaction to his subordinates. He's here today because of the stakes of this transaction.

According to the agreement between him and Flying Kill, such a thing as exchanging people for supplies can be cumulatively calculated.

Flying Kill promised: For every thousand refugees transported, you will receive a first-order enhancement potion for a standard unit of use.

Due to the abundant development time and material supply, the core research group members have an absolute advantage over other countries in terms of intensifying the production of pharmaceuticals. Taking China, the United States, and Russia as the three countries that first came into contact with the Atlanteans, for example, the first-order strengthening potion has been popularized to ordinary soldiers, and it is not difficult for even the best of the wealthy consortium and civilians to obtain it. On the contrary, the shortcomings in technology and manufacturing make it impossible for other countries to catch up in a short period of time. Although the core research group has published the formulation of the first-order enhanced agent, it will still take time to move from theory to finished product. What's more, out of instinctive vigilance among countries, even if the formula is obtained, countries still spend a lot of effort to verify it.

In Myanmar, for example, the current monthly output of first-order enhanced agents does not exceed 500 standard units. This pitiful amount is not enough even for the guards of the new Mandalay base, let alone the long-abandoned characters of Sonai and his ilk.

Since the beginning of the "trade", Sono has provided tens of thousands of Burmese refugees to fly to kill. In return, he received five first-order strengthening potions, as well as huge quantities of fuel, medicine, clothing, and various kinds of daily necessities.

At one point, Sono thought that flying kill was the need for these refugees to work in mining and the like. Later, I found that the problem was far from being as simple as I imagined. Every once in a while, some of the townspeople disappear. Of course, they certainly weren't killed as consumables. Sono had observed that refugees entering towns were provided with adequate food rations, not even clothing. Those Chinese people treat refugees very gently, and there is no such thing as beating and scolding at every turn. Sometimes, even his own soldiers were envious of this and offered to become members of the Chinese camp.

Of course, Flying Kill won't tell Sono the inside story.

As a large number of Burmese refugees have been converted into "worker bees", the transition to new towns has become more rapid. The shift in consciousness stabilized in March last year. For example, if there are 20,000 people per batch, it will take about three months to convert between the two people. Relying on this method, more than 100,000 Burmese "worker bees" have been "mass-produced", including the original residents of the town.

Some of these people were transported back to China to participate in the construction of the "No. 1 Hive" and the "Castle" in Kunming. In addition, about half of them have been sent to the Imphal region of India. There, Su Hao sent a "militia division" of the same size as Liao Qiu's department to build a new base.

Because of the transactions again and again, the relationship between Flying Kill and Sono has become close. And the types of materials that Sono got from the flying kill also increased, and even 9mm assault rifles, high-strength combat suits, large-caliber individual machine guns and the like were not lacking.

Looking at Suonai, whose face was full of flattering smiles, Fei Kill's indifferent gaze gradually became gentle.

He patted Sono on the shoulder and said in a very friendly tone, "I'm going to show you a new object this time." I'm sure you'll be interested in it. ”

Sonai's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Oh, what's it?" ”

Flying Kill rarely takes the initiative to speak to himself. But every time he spoke, it meant that there was something new to exchange. For more than two years, this has become a tacit understanding between Sono and Flying Kill.

"An agent that we've just put into mass production."

Flying Kill watched the changes on Suonai's face, and his tone was calm and profound: "It's very magical, and its effect far exceeds the first-order strengthening potion you take. ”

A flame of desire suddenly rose in Sona's eyes.

The name of the first-order enhancement potion has long been familiar to humans with the outbreak of the virus. In the face of endless imagination, second-order, third-order, and even higher-level potions have long been deeply rooted in the core of people's thinking. Especially among the refugees who don't know where they are, there have even been rumors of "99-level strengthening potions" and the like. They don't know that there is no such thing as a Dao, and they are looking for answers through their imagination.

Sono heard the sound of his throat swallowing saliva, and stammered, "Yes, is it a second-order potion?" ”

A smile flashed in Fei Kill's eyes, and without much explanation, he said lightly: "Come with me, you will soon know the effect of that thing." ”

As early as half a year ago, Sono was included in the list of "can be transformed".

If it weren't for the fact that it was necessary to concentrate on solving the logistical supply problem of the militia division sent by Su Hao, the flying kill would have turned Suonai into a "worker bee" long ago.

Of course, it's not too late. Otherwise, Flying Kill will not come out to greet him personally, but will be received by someone else as usual.

The mysterious thing, of course, is not the second-order strengthening elixir, but the blood of Su Hao who transforms ordinary people into "worker bees".

The "swarm" will become larger and larger.

To the south, Vietnam, Myanmar, and India.

To the west, "worker bees" have appeared in Nepal, Pakistan and Turkey. There are further afield parts, even reaching Iraq and Egypt.

In the north, outside the borders, Mongolia, Russia, and Kazakhstan have established large and small "hives". Due to geographical and distance aspects, the scale of the "hive" in that direction is much smaller than that in the south. The large ones may have only one or two thousand people, and the small ones often have only a few hundred or even dozens of residents.

There are those that go further. Su Hao's tentacles have penetrated deep into Europe and the Americas. In the process, many "worker bees" died on the road. Those who survive become seeds, taking root and thriving in a land with completely different languages and customs.

After the hustle and bustle of the day, the new Guiyang base city gradually returned to the silence of the night.

Su Hao sat in the commander's office, raised the electronic screen, and connected to the special communication channel of the Academy of Sciences.

The moment the image flashed on the screen, Su Hao clearly saw that the night shadow was quickly walking away from Wang Qinian's side. Despite his quick movements and proper disguise, Su Hao still caught Night Shadow in the first half second, his body was very close to the old fat man, and his behavior was very ambiguous.

"Don't tell me that you can't sleep at night and deliberately chats with Lao Tzu to relieve boredom"

The fat dean's words were obviously full and angry, and he almost roared at the screen: "Tell me, what kind of problem have you encountered that is difficult to solve?" What the fuck, why do you always have to be forced to play the role of a psychiatrist? Boy, what do you think I am? A nurse who takes care of the baby? Or is it a God who responds to your needs? ”

Su Hao was a little speechless.

He felt like he was doing something wrong.

To be precise, the wrong time of communication was chosen.

Wang Qinian's white coat was more messy than ever, with vague wet marks at the corners of his mouth.

Nightshade doesn't like to wear tinted lip gloss, but as a woman, she always likes to put on a little bit of protective water or oil lipstick. Under the light, the corner of the old fat man's mouth left such a faint colorless lip print. If you don't look closely, I'm afraid no one will be able to notice. But Su Hao had already seen it, and he saw it very clearly.

"Okay, I'm wrong, I should get back to you later."

Su Hao smiled calmly, pulled the initiative of words towards his side, and asked seriously: "Are you going to keep cheating like this?" Or when are you going to get married? ”

"It's ———— your"

The old fat man was almost roaring, and almost jumped out of his chair. He waved his fists and slammed the table like the orangutan in the old-time movie "King Kong", spitting saliva across the screen: "I warn you to change the subject immediately." Otherwise, Lao Tzu will turn his face with you."

Of course, Su Hao would not be stupid enough to stimulate the fat dean who was on the verge of going berserk. He then opened the drawer, took out a document with the seal of the military department, and placed it upright in front of the screen.

"This afternoon, I received this."

Su Hao opened the file, and at the same time pressed the information transfer button, transmitted the content of the file that had already been recorded, and said in a smooth and calm voice: "I want to hear your opinion on this." ”

A document is an order issued by the Ministry of War. According to the instructions, Su Hao will arrive at the Beijing No. 1 base before 27 July, and then go with his delegation to the newly established United Nations headquarters in Nevada, the United States, to attend this year's biological warfare symposium.

For Su Hao, this kind of thing is not unfamiliar.

On another plane, he had heard about the Biowarfare Symposium many times. In fact, similar activities have already begun in peacetime. However, everything was kept secret at that time. Except for the five core countries of China, the United States, France, Germany, and Russia, each sending two dedicated personnel to be responsible for liaison and exchanging information under mutual recognition, there has been no more action. This information contact group is so secretive that successive high-level United Nations personalities have not been aware of it. After all, its activities were financed entirely by the five core countries alone, never included in the United Nations budget for the year, and there was no way to find their source.

After the outbreak of the virus, all secrets surfaced, and the specific functions of the contact group were further strengthened, and then expanded to include all the countries of the earth and participate in the symposium with the participation of everyone. The conference is held annually and its core thrust is to analyze the vulnerability of mutated organisms in the light of the processes and experiences of nations in warfare, in order to find ways for humanity to achieve victory.

Nightshade reappears on the screen. Still dressed in her black colonel's uniform as usual, she gently placed a cup of hot tea on the fat dean's desk, and then turned away without saying a word. A well-cut women's suit frames her near-figure. In particular, the straight long legs and straight chest are in stark contrast to Wang Qinian, who is extremely sloppy in the chair.

However, things in the world are so magical. An old and dirty fat old man can make such a beautiful woman obedient, and he has been willing to wait for him for decades. If it weren't for Su Hao telling the story during the last conflict, I'm afraid there would still be that layer of separation between the two people.

"This is a fucking weird document."

Wang Qinian quickly skimmed through the contents of the document. He took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, clubbed the armrest of the chair with his arm, gently kneaded the position between the eyes at the top of the bridge of his nose with his fingertips, and said slowly in a deep nasal voice: "Your feeling is right, there is something wrong with this document itself." ”

Su Hao sat for a long time, patiently waiting for the follow-up that the old fat man had not yet finished speaking. The reason why I bothered Wang Qinian was because I felt that things were strange. Sure enough, the words that came out of the old fat man's mouth confirmed Su Hao's guess.

However, Dean Fat Man did not directly solve the doubts, but asked in a mocking tone: "Tell me, how much do you know about the so-called United Nations Biological War Symposium?" ”

"Almost nothing."

Su Hao shrugged his shoulders and told him the relevant information he knew in the future life realm, and added a sentence at the end: "I want to get help from you." After all, you are one of the first earthlings to come into contact with a higher civilization. ”

"You're missing a word."

Wang Qinian paused for a few seconds and replied sullenly: "Actually, I am also one of the initiators of this conference. However, Lao Tzu regretted his actions back then. ”