With the funds of the Thule Society paid in full and in one step, there was no hindrance to the progress of Hu Feng's company's main building and the surrounding science and technology park, as well as the construction progress of that fallen street.

However, Hu Minghan's mood was very complicated, and he hesitated to talk to Hu Feng.

She carefully looked at the specific construction project and warehouse planning of the science and technology park, and found a big problem.

This science and technology park doesn't seem to have much to do with technology, but is closely related to those black businesses.

The first batch has a total of 22 weapons production lines, from guns to armored vehicles to missiles, which is called an all-encompassing, provided by the Thule Society, and all kinds of models are from Lao Maozi.

Arms smuggling and trafficking? This made Hu Minghan a little worried, after all, he grew up in a stable and harmonious country like the Celestial Empire, and he was extremely resistant to such things, or he was unwilling to touch them.

As for those large warehouses, they are naturally used to store finished products.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Minghan discovered another kind of warehouse, which was smaller in scale, and there were countless special warehouses with iron cabinets lined up inside.

"Planned use: to store a series of high-purity drugs such as heroin and methamphetamine. ”

Well, this time it's all alive at once, and the two major black businesses are all together, so it's just a yellow and gambling.

Oh, Huang will have it, and that fallen street will take on this glorious task when it is built, and it is also an overseas branch of the chain chain industry, from massage parlors to nightclubs to bars to hotels.

Looking at Hu Minghan, who wanted to give an explanation by herself, Hu Feng smiled and asked her to sit down.

"Oh, don't get excited, you don't have to worry about these things, you are still the head of my regular technology company, and you are only responsible for managing my regular business. ”

"I still don't know what your regular company is going to sell, but I know your informal things, how do you make me responsible and how to manage them?"

"Isn't this unfinished?,You'll know when it's finished.,I've prepared an office for you that's the size of a thief.,Hey, hey... ”

Hu Minghan didn't answer and sighed slightly.

"Hu Feng, your business is bigger now, and you are not short of money, I have always been very optimistic about you for you to get to this point, although there are too many gray businesses in bars, hotels and nightclubs, but at least they can accept it, what you want to do now, I am a little worried. ”

"Don't worry, my boss Hu, I was able to start at that time, it was because of the help of you and Mingjing, so I don't want to hide these things from you, since I can do it, then I already have a perfect way to operate, not to mention that this does not involve domestic business, the two sides are completely separated, so you can rest assured." ”

Hu Minghan glared at him when he heard this, "I'm worried about Mingjing, when the time comes, you will be arrested and shot, Mingjing will definitely die of sadness." ”

The question about Hu Feng was quickly stopped, because Hu Minghan had another more concerned question.

"You brought my dad in? You madman! My dad is also a madman! You people are just full of food, and you don't do good business, you have to think about this!"

Hearing that his father had also joined the gang, Hu Minghan was going crazy.

Uncle Hong Kong's group of wealthy Hong Kong businessmen joined in, and he didn't care so much, after all, none of the Hong Kong Yankees had clean buttocks, and they had always had this kind of business.

But his father??? although he regards business as extremely important and focuses on his own business and company, he is still a businessman who does his duty, and has never touched anything gray and black.

It's good now, one step in place, all at once.

Watching Hu Minghan dial her father's phone for a burst of questioning and squirting, Hu Feng said let her go, let the beloved Uncle Hu bear all this... As long as this royal sister doesn't come to nag herself, it's fine.

At the same time that Hu Feng was engaged in his own industry, some changes were also taking place in the end of the ruins.

Unknown location, in an underground cavern.

It looks like a dilapidated subway station that can't be used anymore, and there are almost no traces of artificiality, only piles of rubble scattered around.

A heavy, round, circular vault door appeared on the rock face like a ghost, and the number 0 in the center of the gate was particularly glaring.

A shrill alarm sounded, and the door of Vault 0 spewed out four white vapours and began to move slowly open.

As the gate opened, the interior of Vault 0 revealed the tip of the iceberg.

If Hu Feng was here, he would be disappointed, because it was just a prosaic refuge front door hall, and there was nothing special about it.

There was a roar, and a strange creature slowly floated out of the open door of the shelter.

It was a steel chair floating in the air, dotted with many catheters and wires, each with a variety of instruments mounted at the end, from syringes to computer portals.

The conduits and wires were waving as if they were alive.

On the chair sat a human body without a head, to be precise, he did not have a human head.

There was clearly a sleek cut on the neck, as if the original head had been quickly cut off, and then I don't know where it was lost.

Mounted on it at the moment is a bowl-shaped steel container covered with a transparent cover, which appears to be made of unknown glass.

The container was filled with a pale green liquid with a brain infested with countless lines inserted into it.

The head surface of the head container is also connected to a number of cables and pipes, which are directly connected to the floating seat.

On the ground, more than a dozen humans came out one after another, they also did not have normal heads, and their necks were covered by a steel container and brains soaked in it.

"Go for it... Agent 0. ”

The door to the vault began to slowly close, and a whisper was heard.

A somewhat unpleasant screeching sound rang out from the metal head container of the creature occupying the hovering seat, and a row of red lights flashed in the position of the bowl.

Outside the ruined subway station is a cold wasteland, an endless iron-gray hard earth, like a plain of death and silence.

This is the tundra of the North, a hurricane of plague and death from Siberia that has turned the land into white ground.

Only a few of the more sturdy ruins still stand on the bone-chilling wasteland, which was once a large city, but now only a small pile of crumbling rubble.

The creatures that survive in this environment are either mutated or extremely resilient, surviving on the ruins of the oasis.

In this northern wasteland, the ruins are oases, and beyond the ruins are the deserts of death.

The men of Vault 0 reached the surface and immediately began to build an unknown and unknown instrument, like a dark steel spire with deep grooves carved into the shape of an electrical circuit.

There was another very thick and low "hum", which sounded very harsh and oppressive, and it echoed into the far reaches of the wasteland for a long time.

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