A few days later, the crowd walked along the edge of the radiation zone, and some of them joined the Federation caravan envoy without danger.

The envoy sent by the Federation also had a relationship with Frank, a businessman named Rogette, who had made several transactions with the People's Union, and was said to be an official in the Federation who was responsible for managing the distribution of goods and the like.

Strange to say, in the federation, they practiced a system of class division, and they divided all survivors according to their past occupations, such as lawyers, doctors, politicians, and other elite professions in the past society, were divided into higher citizens, enjoying better benefits and rights.

Survivors such as peasants, workers, waiters, merchants, and other low-level workers are still classified as lower citizens, who not only have to do more manual labor, but are also paid quite little.

Such a system, although it encompasses those elites, also makes the class contradictions in the federal society very serious.

According to the information obtained by Lyons, they even had several armed rebellions because of this system, but they were all suppressed by force by the top of the federation who controlled the army.

However, even if these contradictions were forcibly suppressed, the people within the federation gradually divided into two seriously opposed classes.

After the meeting between the people of the two sides, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, and although the Federation adopted a rather harsh and high-pressure policy internally, its attitude towards the outside world was very kind, and there were few armed conflicts with other forces.

Their number of soldiers is not a lot, although there are no powerful weapons such as aircraft and cannons, but in order to deal with the monsters in the apocalypse, each soldier is equipped with hard plastic armor with good defensive power, although it cannot defend against bullets and muskets, but ordinary zombies, but can not break through their defenses.

The envoy named Rogette is a pampered middle-aged fat man, who does not seem to have been polished by the apocalypse, and behaves like an ordinary gentleman in peacetime.

Frank didn't have a very good impression of them, especially when he saw the more than 2,000 survivors being escorted by Union troops not so much as each other, and his heart was filled with contempt for the organization.

The more than 2,000 survivors, mainly the elderly, women and children, and not many men in their prime wore shabby clothes, most of them carried some personal belongings, and their faces also showed the sickness of chronic malnutrition.

And because the federation lacks livestock for transportation, the bulk commodities used for trading this time all rely on more than 2,000 old and weak women and children, dragging various types of carts, relying on manpower to carry them.

This also led to the fact that the large army marched very slowly, and from time to time it had to be stationed to rest.

Noticing Colonel Frank's eyes looking at the laborers, Rogette smiled a little awkwardly and said:

"Colonel Frank, actually, it's not that our Federation is inconsiderate of the living conditions of the people at the bottom."

"We certainly want all human beings to live happily ever after."

"It's just that after the strange fungal virus raged, a lot of machines were unusable, and a lot of chemicals and fuel mineral resources were contaminated."

"It has had a serious impact on our technology system, many factories have shut down, a large number of workers have been unemployed, and even the power system and medical system have had serious accidents."

"Coupled with increasing radiation contamination and soil erosion, access to food is becoming more and more difficult."

"We can't do anything else."

Rogette sighed, looked up at the dim sky, and said:

"Actually, our Governor, Lady Milton, is not in favor of our organization selling these coolies to you as dispatch workers."

"She thinks that this will not only increase the power of other forces, but also deepen the contradictions of our federal system, and weaken the population of our federation, which will do more harm than good."

"It is clear to our senior officials that Ms. Milton was right in her judgment and that this is a bargain that is not too good for the Commonwealth."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man, who was a little bald, turned his head, looked at Colonel Frank sincerely, and said:

"However, as a human survivor, I think that handing them over to your human association is the only way to keep these poor people alive."

"It's a deal that I tried to broker and put a lot of effort into getting it done within the Federation."

"It's also the remnants of goodness and principles in my heart."

Frank was silent for a few seconds, retracting the contempt he had for the gentleman.

This is a good man who goes against the interests of his own class and also helps other survivors, although he does not do much, but Frank also hopes that there are more such people in the world.

The combined forces of the two sides are close to three thousand people, and even in the dangerous radiation zone, except for those zombie groups with no intelligence, there are not many monsters who dare to provoke them.

And just as this huge team was bypassing the center of the radiation zone and moving slowly, Jesus had already taken his team, together with Dwight, to escort the old man named Mason to the base of the Human Union as fast as possible.

President Leon is going to use professionals to extract information about Freemasonry and the mysterious institute from the old man's mouth.

Only in this way can we arrange corresponding countermeasures against the various biological and chemical weapons inside, and take the research institute with the least loss.

………………

On the side of the People's Union Base, Shirley, who was bitten by a mutant mosquito, has also woken up from a coma.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a black-haired woman in a blue police uniform, leaning against the wall and flipping through a comic.

When the woman noticed that she had woken up, she raised her hand to show that she should not be alarmed, and said:

"Don't worry, Shirley, the doctor has removed the toxins from your body and bandaged your wounds."

"However, those toxins have been in your body for days, and your body has been damaged a lot."

"You have to recuperate for a while before you can get fit."

Shirley turned her weak body, observed her surroundings with some uneasiness, and after discovering that this was a clean and tidy hospital ward, she asked a little nervously:

"Who are you? Where is this? Where's Dwight? ”

The woman in a police uniform, who was in good shape, scratched her face and replied with some embarrassment:

"My name is Tara, and I'm the policeman in charge of guarding you, and this is the hospital of the United Community of Humanity."

"As for who you say Dwight is, I haven't heard of it."

Tara thought for a moment and added:

"But I heard that you were sent here by your husband for treatment."

"He's on a mission with our fighters to pay for your treatment."

"As for the mission, I don't know."

Shirley was quietly relieved to see that the woman opposite had no malice and that she was not bound by them.

But the thought of Dwight, who went on a mission with those so-called warriors, immediately became uneasy in his heart.

Out of anxiety about the unknown environment, she lay on the bed a little weakly, looked at the policewoman beside her, and said with pleading:

"Miss Tara, can you tell me about the situation here?"

"I'm worried about my husband."

Tara thought for a while, looked at Shirley's pitiful expression on the hospital bed, and did not refuse, and slowly told Shirley some information that could be told to ordinary people in the Human Federation, and finally, said in a comforting tone:

"Don't worry, our soldiers are very strong, your husband will be fine."

A few days later, when Shirley hugged her husband again, Leon was in his office and met Dr. Mason, who claimed to be the head of research.

"Your Excellency, Honorable President, I'm Mason. Polisha is a senior researcher working on viruses and biology. ”

When facing Leon, this short and obscene-looking old man, although his every move was polite, but his shabby clothes and stains on his face did not reflect his civilized gentleman, but looked very funny.

However, I saw that this old man really looked like he really wanted to return to the People's Federation.

Leon was very considerate and did not continue to ask, but arranged for someone to take Dr. Mason to the bathroom of the government affairs center, and gave him a well-fitting suit to restore him to a decent appearance.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, Dr. Mason returned to his office in Lyon, dressed in a clean and neat suit.

He bowed very politely to Leon and said:

"Thank you for your help, Your Excellency, I haven't taken a hot shower for nearly three months, and I've almost forgotten what civilized society looks like."

He coughed very consciously, and said with a sincere expression:

"I know you want to ask about the institutes and Freemasonry."

"Please don't be worried, just ask."

"As long as I know, I will tell you without reservation."

Seeing that Mason put himself in the right position, Leon didn't have too much politeness, and asked directly:

"Dr. Mason, when did you lose contact with Freemasonry?"

Old man Mason may have finished typing the manuscript in his mind, and as soon as Leon's question fell, he quickly replied:

"It was in the aftermath of that massive global nuclear explosion that we lost contact with our North American branch in Mexico."

"I suspect they were also affected by the bomb, and even died in the bomb."

Leon raised his eyebrows, and it wasn't until today that he didn't know that the location of the North American branch of Freemasonry was actually in Mexico.

"Do you know the exact location of the North American branch of Freemasonry, Doctor?"

Dr. Mason shook his head, feeling a little regretful that he didn't know this information and couldn't give it to his new boss, he licked his lips and said:

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency."

"I'm not the person they raised up, I haven't really gained their trust, all they need is my R&D talent."

"Every time I went in and out of their headquarters, I was blindfolded, searched and put on a plane."

"I can only guess from my own experience that it is Mexico, but I can't confirm their exact location."

Leon nodded, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he didn't ask anything more about Freemasonry, but turned the question to Dr. Mason's main business.

"Doctor, I heard from Colonel Frank that the biochemical weapon you developed called the Licker, although it is still only a half-finished product, is quite good in combat."

"Especially their strong vitality, they actually have to destroy more than half of the corpses to kill them."

"Is this your main product?"

At the mention of this question, the expression on Dr. Mason's face visibly became excited, and he was clearly quite proud of his research results.

"Of course not, Your Excellency."

"The Licker is just a secondary product in our bio-weapon line, suitable for dealing with lightweight enemies, but not against aircraft artillery and fortresses."

"And the main product in our research institute is a humanoid biological weapon called a tyrant."

"They are really powerful biological and chemical weapons, super soldiers, not only with huge strength, extremely tenacious vitality, emotionless, fearless, but also able to use a variety of weapons that humans can use, adapt to a variety of combat environments, and have amazing destructive power."

"Moreover, the conditions for manufacturing them are not particularly difficult, and they are capable of mass production."

"They are not afraid of injury, they don't need supplies, they don't need to rest, I believe that as long as they can equip a tyrant army, they can completely sweep away all the zombie monsters in the world and occupy this world."

Leon looked at it expressionlessly, Dr. Mason was blowing wildly, his saliva was splashing, and after he said that his mouth was dry, he asked lightly:

"Is your product mature?"

"What happened at the institute?"

Hearing these two questions, Dr. Mason seemed to be stuck, silent for more than ten seconds, and then said angrily:

"Five years ago, we completed the transformation and research and development of lifeforms, creating five semi-finished biochemical weapons: the Tyrant, the Licker, the Raging Hound, the Vampire, and the Plague Crow."

"As a result, when our experiments reached a critical period and we began to develop combat chips, those Freemasonic bastards actually cut off contact with us."

"Without the resources and materials they provided, our R&D was completely stopped."

"And without the control of the combat chip, these mutated lifeforms created will be completely unusable."

The old man seemed to think of the old days again, and said indignantly:

"We are looking at the resources within the institute that are getting less and less, the power system and the food, and soon it will not be able to supply all the researchers."

"Everyone was panicked, terrified, afraid that they would be trapped alive in the institute, and I would gradually no longer be able to order them."

"In the end, the soldiers in charge of guarding and maintaining order in the institute still had a fight with the researchers."

"For the remaining resources, they began to fight each other. A lot of equipment and instruments were destroyed, and even those half-finished biological weapons were released. ”

"As a last resort, I used the authority of the research director to completely close the door of the research institute, so that those terrifying monsters did not run outside."

Speaking of this, Dr. Mason sighed again and said:

"As a result, you can also see that an old man like me, with neither combat effectiveness nor experience in the wild, struggled for months in this dangerous world, and was finally captured by those so-called Salvation Army bastards."

"In order to protect myself, I took them back to the institute with me."

Leon nodded faintly, listening to Dr. Mason's narration, his brain kept thinking, and he didn't fully believe what he said.

Dr. Mason said to Lyons very sincerely:

"Your Excellency, I won't say anything about the high-sounding words."

"My talents, my intelligence can be used by you, I only hope that in the last stage of my life, I will not be like a mouse, hiding in Tibet, sleeping in the open air, and living a miserable life."

(End of chapter)