"Lee, you don't seem to be distracted, aren't you afraid of those monsters at all?"

Taylor asked cautiously, as his fellow worker seemed to be getting a little out of the ordinary just now.

Li Jianghao raised his head and looked at the other party.

Taylor did not look old, but he had a large hunchback, dull skin on his face, and was visibly malnourished. Around his neck was a gas mask-style helmet, which was already a little dirty.

Li Jianghao recalled the daily food in the memory of this body, and the kind of protein cubes served in the safe area should not make people hungry.

It's not very tasty, though.

The world was once overpopulated and developed so-called protein conversion technology that complies with HPP (Healthy Resource Utilization) policy. Converting corpses into usable food and eventually leading to an outbreak of infection.

The survivors gathered in various security zones, waiting for the moment of counterattack.

Li Jianghao was about to say a few words to deal with this companion, when suddenly the moving carriage shook violently, and the signal lights hanging inside the carriage turned dangerously red.

Heavily armed soldiers came from the carriage in front of them, banging on the handrails of the carriage with sticks in their hands:

"Put on your masks! We're going to cross the infected zone, and if anyone doesn't obey, we're going to throw you down and feed the zombies! ”

Those things look more like zombies...

Li Jianghao complained in his heart, looking up at his equipment, and the inside of his gas mask was not much better. The anti-virus filter is blocked by a special foam, revealing a grayish-yellow color that has been in contact with the human nostrils for a long time, which is somewhat disgusting.

But he had to put it on, and he vaguely remembered that the pathogens of this world must have been blocked from airborne transmission. But he doesn't even know the timeline now, so it's better to do it.

In his limited memory, since the outbreak of the Infected crisis, the survivors have been displaced and living in secessed safe zones.

It is said that in the south, there was a great warrior who was integrating the displaced safe zone, and many settlements survived under his protection, and the fanatical people even called the warrior emperor.

It seems that the current timeline is before the battle plot of the original game of Billions of Zombies, and that emperor has not yet established the last safe zone city.

Li Jianghao's thoughts were interrupted by a disgusting voice, and he looked up and looked at the other party with the opaertic glasses of the gas mask.

"I reiterate your mission to build a laboratory for Project Immortal (the mutant project, from which hundreds of millions of super soldiers in the zombie world are derived). I don't care how you use those construction materials, but when it comes to the equipment inside the laboratory, you have to give me snacks when you work, don't get me into trouble! A secure camp will be built around the lab, and there will be dedicated personnel to ward off the. I am not allowed to leave the laboratory site during my work, and whether I can apply to become mayor or not depends on this great mission. If you get me in trouble, I don't mind making you an experimental protein! ”

A pot-bellied nobleman with a top hat stepped into the carriage under the escort of a group of soldiers, wearing a mask that covered only the sides of his cheeks, and the ventilation valves on both sides turned without feeling stuffy in the slightest.

In the calm of the workers' opinions, the nobleman left and continued to inspect the carriages behind.

After watching all the soldiers leave, Taylor cautiously approached Li Jianghao's side, and said in a low voice:

"That dead fat man, Banan, is said to be the fifth-generation test subject of the Immortal Bird Project, but it failed. But he retained his sanity and was especially valued by the chiefs. He wanted to use the Phoenix Project to develop a sixth or even seventh generation of mutant soldiers, so that the leader would have enough power to compete with the man to the south called the Emperor for doomsday dominance. ”

Li Jianghao pretended to be suddenly enlightened, in fact, he was already thinking in his heart how to become the mayor of the camp he was about to arrive, so that he could have a foothold, and with the help of the scientific and technological resources of the Ice Steam Age to tap the efficiency and establish his own safety zone.

As for the chieftain, and the emperor who will win the victory and protect all the survivors in the plot, he didn't bother to pay attention.

Farming in the last days, let's develop it first.

As for the force aspect, there is an undead bird project in this world that constantly uses pathogens to select suitable humans to evolve into mutant soldiers, with strong physical fitness, and the ability to resist poison that will not be easily transformed into zombies by the infected.

This technology must be obtained, after all, the technology of the ice vapor era is an outsider, so we have to integrate it with each other and think about the way to use it. Instead of using it indiscriminately, it will cause negative effects.

"What's wrong with you today? I'm not really afraid of making a mistake and being used as protein by that dead fat man. Taylor wondered why this worker, who was in the same dormitory as himself, was so abnormal today.

Before he could ask again, he heard a series of crashing sounds from above the carriage.

This was followed by the trademark roars of the Inved, longing for flesh.

The departing soldiers quickly lined up in the various carriages, and aimed their guns at the hollows that were exposed.

The gray fog outside the cavern began to cover a layer of green from nowhere, and it looked very dangerous.

Boom!

There was a crisp thud, revealing the rotting face of an infected person through the hollow, half of his lips drooping downward, his gray gums looking very shriveled, but the teeth looked surprisingly good.

At most, half of the face was exposed, but together it could not find a square centimeter of intact skin.

The hapless guy fell with one leg pierced by a spike outside the carriage, his body hung upside down, and his head hit the shell of the carriage. That's what happened just now.

"It's really troublesome, I just said don't have so many steel thorns outside, it looks like a hedgehog, and every time you drive, you have to hang a few zombies outside, and we have to clean it up."

A soldier cursed, watched the infected's head repeat the clatter sound as the train jolted, put away his gun, drew a dagger from his waist and walked over.

The sharp blade severed the nerves in the neck of the infected, who quickly lost movement.

Li Jianghao silently recorded this scene, and made notes in his heart:

"Infected people can be killed by headshots or by severing the nerve connections between the head and the body. This is consistent with most zombies and the like, and the subsequent kill method needs to be verified again. ”

"Okay, okay, sit down, don't look around, and when you get to the camp, there will be no more infected people threatening you."

The soldier who received the dagger turned around and reprimanded the panicked workers, he didn't want any accidents here, causing himself to be called to the room by His Highness Banan to be trained.

He didn't want to repeat that feeling a second time.

Li Jianghao didn't move, just kept staring at the dilated pupils of the infected person who had died, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Taylor, who was beside him, also quickly quieted down, not daring to speak again, for fear of attracting the attention of the soldiers.