Lin Feihu already has a very clear understanding of these things in the past few years.

The government knew that there was such a disaster, and it had prepared measures to deal with it in advance.

But Lin Feihu knows very well that the country is too big and has too many people to rescue and help everyone. Perhaps, Category A and Category B are the criteria for distinguishing between those who can be rescued and those who have been abandoned. It's cruel and desperate, but it's a reality that must be faced.

For a while, Lin Feihu was also wondering if ———— so-called virus outbreak could be a man-made disaster secretly manipulated by the government.

There are too many problems plaguing the government, ————**, inflation, population pressure, lack of resources, insufficient energy supply and demand, and every change of head of government is racking their brains to solve many problems left by the previous term. Every big man who came to power shouted that he would completely solve the focus of the people's greatest concern. Year after year, however, old problems remain unsolved, and new troubles emerge one after another. The ruling class, the mid-level officials, and the people are simply fighting between each other, and they will never make concessions for their own interests. If you want to really break the framework and solve these problems all at once, the best way is to make the cancer maker disappear forever.

In any case, the government has every incentive to do so.

Let those people die, or simply kill them.

Lin Feihu wasn't quite sure if his guess was correct.

Because that's crazy, it's too scary, it's too scary.

A lot of people died, and many more turned into zombies.

Guangzhou, Shanghai, Tianjin, and Wenzhou, like the Shengfei group, all the wealthy conglomerates have focused their attention on the densely populated eastern cities. According to the information fed back by each squadron, Lin Feihu can roughly calculate the number of deaths in each city. That's not a simple number of "thousands" or "tens of thousands", but a shocking tens of millions, hundreds of millions.

Lin Feihu instinctively felt fear!

It was almost an innate mindset that drove Lin Feihu to face the living with a more crazy attitude. He desperately gathered the population, cultivated a large number of fields near the manor, selected the best fighters to exchange weapons and ammunition with the military, and tried to replenish his private army.

Even he couldn't tell where this fear came from.

This is not a real landscape that can be seen with the naked eye, but it has always weighed heavily on Lin Feihu like a mountain.

Every time he closed his eyes, it was as if he saw countless blood-soaked corpses walking towards him. Although he had never killed anyone, they were looking for him like a madman for his life. Lin Feihu almost didn't dare to sleep, and only when he couldn't hold it anymore would he occasionally take a nap. He felt like he was part of a sordid conspiracy, but he couldn't see through it.

He thought about suicide.

This is probably the only way to attain purity and tranquility.

Death does not solve the problem———— the Lin family still has dozens of immediate family members, and they have two sons. They don't know anything, and the military will never tell them what they did before the virus broke out. What would they do if they died? Killed? The manor was dissolved? Everything has become the pocket of other wealthy conglomerates?

Lin Feihu couldn't find a second option.

He could only be more ferocious, more ruthless, and use more cruel and despicable means to capture more refugees. Use these innocent people as a solid pedestal for the family.

Circumstances force people to change———— good people can become insane, and cruelty can eat away at conscience. This world was originally occupied by both darkness and light. There is nothing that cannot be done in order to live.

Outside the square, there was a slogan of the whole team saying that the exercise was over.

Now, it's lunchtime.

The door crept open from the outside, and a food truck was pushed in from the outside. Three women in black lace and white lace servant uniforms pushed carts and carefully and nimbly laid down cutlery and plates on the table. They were very young, about twenty years old. The makeup is a little thick, and the false eyelashes may be more than five to eight centimeters long, which looks quite attractive, but completely hides their true face.

Lunch was hearty———— there was a plate of crispy and fragrant fried eel with river prawns, a bowl of plum cabbage and pork, and a plate of fried green vegetables with oily green color. In the small dish next to it, enlarge half of the sliced braised pork ears and mix them cold. Although it was leftover from yesterday's dinner, it tasted very good and chewy.

There is a river to the north of the estate, and greenhouses have been erected on several plots of land nearby. These meat dishes may seem extravagant in the current situation, but in reality they don't take much effort.

A maid held a delicate porcelain bowl full of rice and carefully placed it in front of Lin Feihu.

The rice is fragrant and is a high-quality japonica rice.

Lin Feihu frowned, picked up a piece of cold pork ears with chopsticks, picked it up and shook it, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it crisply. For a moment, he turned his gaze to the three maids, who were standing side by side like frightened white rabbits, looking nervous and at a loss.

In total, Lin Feihu sent more than 30 armed teams to collect the refugees.

With food and immunity, it was easy to appease and gather the fleeing crowd. In less than two months, the "Sheng Fei" group has collected more than 20,000 refugees. Among them, more than 600 people with the best physical fitness and the strongest combat effectiveness were picked up by the military. In order to expand his strength, Lin Feihu selected more than 6,000 men and women from the remaining crowd to join the private army. As for the remaining old and weak women and children, the vicinity of the estate was full of fields. They had to farm, or they would starve to death.

Out of more than 20,000 people, a few young and beautiful women were selected to serve as servants. This is the idea of Lin Feihu's youngest son, that is, Lin Zhou, the second eldest of the Lin family.

Both sons like to play with women, which is not a secret in the Lin family.

Lin Feihu is very open to these things, and he is not willing to care about it———— money will be spent when he earns it back. Anyway, you can buy back the enjoyment and fun with money, so why be a traitor and harm others and yourself? Therefore, Lin Feihu is by no means stingy in terms of family enjoyment, and it can even be said to be extravagant.

Especially after the youngest son, the youngest third child, turned into a zombie in front of his eyes, Lin Feihu transferred all his family affection to the other two sons.

Don't say it's playing with a few women, even if all the more than 20,000 refugees are wasted, Lin Feihu won't move a finger of his son.

Anyway, Lao Tzu's property was donated to the government a few years ago, and now it is just a little interest.

Anyway, it's not much fun to live now———— there is no normal entertainment, no market, no information media, no women, what else can you play? Is it?

Anyway, anyway, anyway, Lao Tzu has a gun in his hand, and he can fix it as he wants.

The environment is indeed the biggest stimulus for change.

However, what his son likes does not mean that Lin Feihu also likes it.

He took a bite of food and said vaguely, "You all go out!" In the future, if you send food and water, you can just let Wu's mother come. ”

Lin Feihu doesn't like young and beautiful little girls. They are too passionate, too intense.

Indeed, it is really exciting for a half-buried old man like himself to play with the little tender model. But that's simply overdrawing life, and the little spirit that remains is sucked away by the glamorous beauty. Lin Feihu still wanted to live a few more years, and he didn't want to be seen as impotence and sexual impotence by the little girl who was full of expectations after taking off his pants, so he chose an old woman in her fifties who looked quite good from more than 20,000 refugees as his personal attendant.

The three maids, all of whom were very good-looking, looked at each other, and after bowing cautiously, poor Baba left the room in order.

The door didn't close, and a tall man walked in from the outside.

He was about twenty years old, very young, but his facial expression looked cold and vicissitudes. Wearing a brown-gray old-fashioned military combat uniform, his broad shoulders resemble a thick sand barrier. The skin is dark, and it's easy to conjure up villains like thugs or pirates.

He walked to the table and stood with his hands crossed, his eyes downcast, and his face full of bohemian debauchery with a very respectful expression.

"Sir, according to your instructions, the next two new brigades have been integrated and are ready to set off at any time."

Lin Feihu put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and stared at the man standing in front of him with blazing eyes.

He met Luo Jingpeng completely by accident———— eight years ago, Lin Feihu lost his wallet in a nightclub. Because there were only two or three thousand yuan and a few credit cards in the bag, Lin Feihu didn't take it to heart. A few days later, a phone call came from the police station to inform the lost and found. Lin Feihu, who got the wallet, found that there was nothing missing in it. That afternoon, he had a conversation with the nightclub manager and took away Luo Jingpeng, who was still a waiter at the time.

Lin Feihu has always believed that "integrity" is the most precious quality of human society. Naturally, he cultivated Luo Jingpeng as a cronie. Luo Jingpeng's performance did live up to expectations, even better than Lin Feihu's other two sons.

The "Sheng Fei" group has been training family members who have passed physical tests since before the outbreak of the virus. These people, together with more than 2,000 armed trainees, constitute the core elite of the "Sheng Fei" group. After obtaining permission from the military, Lin Feihu conducted training for the refugees he had collected, and the qualified people were incorporated into the family's private army.

Each new brigade has 500 people, and two brigades are 1,000.

Two weeks ago, Lin Zhou, the second eldest of the Lin family, had already set off ahead of schedule with an elite squadron and several other newly formed brigades. Together with a number of logistics and mechanical maintenance personnel, the total number of advance troops exceeded 3,000.

Reinforcements departed later. It depends on the message sent back by the advance force.

This is an extremely large force.

Although most of the weapons and equipment are old guns replaced by the military, the maintenance is very good, and the ammunition is sufficient. In terms of actual combat power, it is probably weaker than the militia in peacetime.

Lin Feihu never had the idea of giving up Kunming.

He has gained and lost. Almost the whole life is tossed and turned in this ups and downs.

Han Fei's squad and Lin Jingyan's squadron have not sent any news back. In a chaotic and terrible world, "missing" is equivalent to "death".

Before the outbreak of the virus, the military conducted physical tests on all members of the Lin family. There are many people who have not survived because they are "Class B". Lin Feihu took these remaining relatives very seriously.

Lin Jingyan is his own nephew, even if he dies, he must find the body.

"Xiaopeng, I'll hand over almost half of my belongings to you. Be sure to use them well and get the most out of them————"

Lin Feihu got up from his chair, walked up to Luo Jingpeng, grabbed his thick hands tightly, and said expectantly, "Xiao Zhou will build a base over there. You can catch them by plane now. I'll arrange for the others to come over with the new brigade as soon as possible. Xiao Zhou is still young, help him more. Be sure to find the murderer who killed Jing Di. I want to see, who is working against me? ”

The speed of speaking too intensely made the old Lin Feihu breathe a little. He grabbed Luo Jingpeng's arm, stood in place and gasped for a few seconds, took out a sealed syringe from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Luo Jingpeng with a smile with a kind expression unique to the elderly.

"Huh! This is for you. ”

It was a first-order strengthening potion.

The military has begun mass production of this drug, and its use is limited to military personnel. Of course, the Hao consortium has cronies in the military, and some can also be obtained through formal or informal means. The top brass of the military turned a blind eye to this kind of thing. As long as the outflow was not large and did not affect the normal share that should be rationed to the soldiers, no one cared.

In the last days when zombies are everywhere, the amount of a potion of enhancement is equivalent to a second life.

Luo Jingpeng slowly clenched his five fingers and nodded silently

Winter nights come earlier than usual.

By seven o'clock, it was already dark. Rain and darkness soon spread over the land. The damp and cold rain and night blocked the view, and it was impossible to see far in either direction. Although there was a dim light, it was not intense. Its only role is to show that there is human activity here, not dead silence like a cemetery.

Chen Yanlin, deputy chief of staff of the 41st Group Army, sat at his desk, carefully flipping through the copies of the notebook that had been transferred from the KD03 base a few hours earlier.

There was a thick stack of papers on the table. These things need to be read by Chen Yanlin himself before they can be signed and approved. However, he has no time to deal with these things now. The contents of the notebook, as well as the video of the autopsy, aroused his great interest.

As an elderly man in his sixties, Chen Yanlin has almost the same appearance characteristics at this age———— hair is thinning, the top is thin, the skin is crispy, there are more and more dark spots on both sides of the cheeks, and the corners of the eyes and forehead are wrinkled, and he often feels powerless.

As a high-ranking major general of the group army, Chen Yanlin has been injected with immunization drugs and second-order strengthening drugs. These two things rejuvenated him, and while he felt the strength and speed, he also re-released the special vitality of young people in his body.

Wang Qinian, president of the Academy of Sciences, said: "This force comes from mutated cells. ”

Standing in his current position and perspective, Chen Yanlin no longer believes in the so-called authority and expert.

But he never doubted Wang Qinian. Although this fat man is old and ugly, the dirty white coat on his body has probably not been washed for twenty years. This appearance has nothing to do with the word "scientist", but no one can deny that Wang Qinian is currently the most honest, most conscientious, and most academically accomplished person in China.

The effects of immune-boosting agents on the body are obvious. Exuberant energy and physical strength make people feel younger, and it is true———— according to the results of the Academy of Sciences' analysis of the composition of fortifying drugs a few years ago, the cells in the injected body will have a new round of metabolism, and the time of natural death will be delayed by five to seven years.

The military has never placed more emphasis on the direction of science, especially biological science. Chen Yanlin also benefited from it. Therefore, he was concerned about the news and cases in this regard. In particular, the copies of the notes handed over by the KD03 base on the first two occasions were used as confidential documents for backup, and then transferred to the secret office of the group army.

Chen Yanlin has been studying this note since noon today.

Unlike the previous two times, this observation record also included a live video. The two mutated corpses on the image are obviously different from the zombies, and the bloody and terrifying picture occupies all of Chen Yanlin's brain thinking. Shocked and shocked, he began to feel more anxious than he had ever felt before. So he pushed away his chair and stood up, slowly walked to the window, and looked at the night sky outside.

Chen Yanlin didn't think that the sentences marked with red underlines and accents in the observation notes were exaggerated———— yes, the zombies were getting stronger and stronger. Many front-line soldiers feel this way, with at least ten reports from various monitoring posts and forward bases on their desks. Regardless of whether the person concerned is an officer or a soldier, they have repeatedly claimed that the zombies they have encountered recently are "very strong and agile" and "can even run".

These descriptions are very vague and have no accurate basis for measurement.

After standing for about ten minutes, Chen Yanlin sat down again. He turned on the computer, pulled up Su Hao's file, and looked at the handsome young man with a slight smile in the photo in the upper right corner of the screen. Chen Yanlin was first surprised by his too young appearance. Immediately afterward, the expression on his face was immediately filled with anger as his eyes scanned the content.

This file was uploaded by Li Daoyuan from the KD03 base to the group army headquarters.

Su Hao's personal identity information was collected, verified, and reported by Wu Guoguang. Because the first observation notes were valued by the military and the Academy of Sciences, both Li Daoyuan and Wu Guoguang were promoted in military ranks. Out of guilt for Su Hao, when Li Daoyuan uploaded the archives, he filled in thousands of words in Su Hao's "personal performance" column. The content is nothing more than to help the soldiers at the monitoring station, rescue the survivors besieged by zombies, help the military distribute immunization drugs, and observe the living habits of zombies in a dangerous environment at close range.

These things seem ordinary.

Wordplay is a very stylish thing that can deceive the eyes and the brain. A simple thing, through the polishing of beautiful rhetoric, is raised very high by the provocative words, coupled with the testimony of a large number of bystanders, and a series of cumbersome and real digital images on the paper The image of Su Hao immediately became vivid.

Chen Yanlin, who is in a high position, will certainly not be confused by such superficial things. But he still felt angry———— because the "personal reward" column of Su Hao's file was actually blank.

(Luo Jingpeng appeared.) All right! This time you will be promoted. Another character, Chen Yanlin, is played by the book friend "Death Fang". Applaud! Sprinkle flowers! Slobber! Vote! ）