An An and the others quickly hid behind Lin Mengxin, and Heibao blocked her in front of her with a low roar, kicking the soldier fiercely.

"Speak to me quietly, I am frightened of the child, I want your life!" Seinfeld stepped forward and shouted.

The fat middle-aged man's face changed greatly, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, and looked at Seinfeld in surprise, the other party gave him a feeling very similar to when Captain Luo was angry.

"You are?" Before the fat middle-aged man finished speaking, the soldier had already moved.

Woohoo! The AK in his hand was swept wildly at Seinfeld.

"Seinfeld!" Lin Mengxin screamed in horror, the roar of the machine gun made her ears tremble, and she found that the other party had not dodged the bullets that came from the rush at all.

An An and the others covered their ears and were already crying.

"I said, frighten the little kids, I want your life." The next moment, Seinfeld stood coldly in front of the soldier.

"You." The soldier's pupils contracted, and the picture froze at this moment, with a rattle, and his entire throat was choked by Seinfeld.

"Ah, stop!" It happened so quickly that it was too late for the fat middle-aged man to react, and when he saw the rest of the soldiers preparing to shoot, he hurriedly shouted to stop.

"Yes." The soldiers kicked Seinfeld angrily, apparently unable to accept the tragic death of their companions.

"You can step down, I don't know what you call this gentleman, a big man like you came to Base 3, it's a blessing for the base, please go to the living room and take a rest." The fat middle-aged man came to Seinfeld with a smile and a respectful expression.

Seinfeld looked at the fat middle-aged man, turned around and walked directly into the living room with Lin Mengxin, the fat middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed.

Seeing the refreshments on the coffee table, An An and the others looked at Seinfeld, and when they saw that the other party nodded, they were bold enough to eat it, and the fat middle-aged man began to make tea.

"Sir, I don't know if you know anyone in the base." Handing cups of tea to them, the fat middle-aged man asked happily.

"I've met Captain Wang Feng once." Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Seinfeld said lukewarmly.

"It turned out that they knew Captain Wang Feng, it's really not a coincidence, they left the base in the morning, if they knew that Mr. You came to the base, they would definitely regret going out." The fat middle-aged man is good at observing words and feelings, and although Seinfeld didn't give him a good look, he knew that he would not be in danger for the time being.

"Kids, these pastries taste good." Doing what he likes is a compulsory lesson in interacting with people, and the fat middle-aged man is like the uncle next door at this time, taking out new refreshments, and planning to establish a good relationship with the child first.

For his behavior, Seinfeld just watched and did not stop it, and then through small talk, he learned a lot of information from the fat middle-aged man, the entire No. 3 base is not as dark as it seems, and it also has a bright and positive side, but it is subject to many factors, so he can only maintain a resigned attitude.

The water in the base is a bit deep, the interests in it are complicated, everyone is deeply involved, even Captain Wang Feng, who Seinfeld is more familiar with, has to be cautious in the base, and the combat team works together on the surface, but in fact, they are all competitors secretly.

The only poor people in the base are the survivors, and through the fat middle-aged people, they know that their misery is far more terrible than what Seinfeld has seen.

"Although the guardians are cruel and ruthless to the survivors, but in the face of zombie attacks, they are on the front line, using their lives to fight for the rights they deserve, I think it is understandable, in this apocalypse, no one is happy, and the guardians also need to vent, otherwise they will go crazy." The fat middle-aged man said, looked at Seinfeld, and saw that his expression was calm, and his courage gradually grew.

"Mr. Song, if you see those studies of the scientific research department, I believe you will be even more surprised, they use living people for experiments, completely unscrupulous, I once went to visit, the baby was forcibly taken out of the mother's body, cut off other parts, only a head is left in the container, and it is still alive, the female zombies in the iron cage of the base are all the products of their experiments with survivors after failure, and every female zombie was not less ruined by them before the lesion." The fat middle-aged man cautiously took a sip of water and continued.

"Although the scientific research department is inhumane, I have to admire their ability, and sometimes they can also create evolutionaries from survivors, the probability is low, but one more survivor, the strength of the base will be improved, a few days ago, the D-class virus has been successfully developed, and some evolutionaries have received injections. Also, sometimes there will be some evolutionaries in the base, the number is not many, some join the combat team, some are attached to some forces, I heard that there will be a group of survivors in the near future, the number is more than 50,000. ”

The fat middle-aged man seemed to be making a report to the leader, and he could see that Seinfeld was very interested in these, although there was a little unpleasantness before, but it was nothing, there was no contradiction that could not be resolved, and it was not a father killer.

Lin Mengxin sat quietly on the sofa from beginning to end, she was already numb by these ugly truths, Seinfeld took a sip of tea, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table and smoked.

"What role does the base chief play in this?" It took a long time for Seinfeld to ask.

"He is the decision-maker of the entire base, and it is said that he used to be the commander of a certain area, sometimes he will stop these behaviors, and sometimes he will let them go, but no matter what, everyone will be in awe of him, Mr. Song will see him in the future, but I recommend not contacting him." The fat middle-aged man reminded.

Seinfeld glanced at him, unconcerned, and then asked, "How is the evolutionary who came to the base yesterday, she still has a dozen children with her." ”

"The evolutionary, I have the impression that she was a hot lady, and she stayed in a tent with those children that night, and it seemed that there was a conflict, and then there was no news." The fat middle-aged man paid attention to Seinfeld's expression and secretly guessed if the evolutionary was his acquaintance.

Seinfeld frowned slightly, feeling a bad feeling, and wondered, "Isn't the status of an evolutionary very high?" Why did she go to the tent field? ”

The fat middle-aged man was sure that his guess was right, and said helplessly at the moment: "Yes, every evolutionary has a very high status, and the base will assign them housing, but she can't let go of those children, so she insists on going to the tent with them, Mr. Song, if she is your friend, then you have to be prepared." The fat middle-aged man stopped at the point, he knew that the other party would understand.

"I'm also an evolutionary, do I have to go through any formalities?" Seinfeld is calm on the surface, but his heart is already overturned, he is very angry, he still approves of Niu Chrysanthemum, and he can still maintain his original intention in the face of this great era, and protect those children who are not related to her in the slightest.

"I don't need any formalities here, I can feel that Mr. Song is a powerful evolutionary, he can have his own residence, and there is a base supply for living materials, and the War Department may have to test his strength, but that will be a matter for the future." The fat middle-aged man is not a fool, the other party is safe and sound under machine gun fire, and the soldier verifies this with death, if he is still entangled in this point, it is purely looking for death.