Continental Europe, suburbs.

A sudden encounter begins to come to an end, and after killing a dozen soldiers in half a minute, a terrifying monster grabs the officer with the highest status.

"Don't kill me! Please! ”

"I still have a wife and children, and I can tell you everything I know, just ask you not to kill me."

Alex showed a cruel smile, stabbed the claw in his hand into the officer's stomach, and said with a sneer:

"I don't have sympathy for you scumbags."

"I don't need you to tell me any information, I can see it myself."

After speaking, in the desperate eyes of the officer, Alex's claws instantly turned into countless black tentacles, and it only took a few seconds to absorb all the flesh and blood of the officer into his body, leaving only a blood-stained military uniform that he casually threw to the ground.

In an instant, countless memories flooded into Alex's mind, and the amount of information gave him a splitting headache.

However, he had already experienced such a scene hundreds of times, and his physical strength had long exceeded the limits of human beings, and in just a dozen seconds, the severe headache had been weakened to the limit, and the officer's memory had all been read by Alex.

However, the information he received from the officer surprised Alex.

Originally, he just wanted to grab some daily necessities from the Freemasonry supply team, beer, beef, chocolate, etc.

Although he no longer needs to meet his energy needs through primitive eating, as a human memory, he can still reduce his stress and make himself happy by enjoying food.

A few years ago, Alex was just an ordinary survivor, protecting his wife and children, struggling to survive in this apocalypse.

Until their family was captured by the Freemasons, after a terrible and endless torture, his wife and children were gone, and now he was left alone, and he was transformed into a monster, like a demon abandoned in hell, living alone.

And now, in order to avenge the death of his family, he is fighting alone against an incomparably large evil organization, not for justice, nor for power, but for revenge, so that his family can rest in peace in heaven.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he could get quite useful information just by casually picking a supply team.

At present, the Freemasons are massively mobilizing supplies, training new soldiers, and forming more armies, preparing to take a large army to the North American continent to eliminate the survivor forces entrenched in the North American continent.

Among them, there are two large forces with a number of more than 50,000, which are specially marked by them, called the CRM Civic Republic and the United Community of Mankind.

According to the information in the officer's brain, the CRM Civic Republic is a remnant of the former Ameritian military, a stubborn enemy that has always opposed Freemasonry, and in the hands of this force, there is actually a fragment of an alien life meteorite.

There is very little information about the United Community of Humanity, and the Freemasons only know that the North American branch has suffered from them, and that the organization is also an enemy of Freemasonry.

And this information made Alex a little excited, he once thought that he was the only one in the whole world who was still fighting against Freemasonry, and only he faced this powerful evil organization, and still did not give up resistance.

Unexpectedly, in other parts of the world, there are still people like him, fighting against the real murderer who destroyed the world.

He's not alone.

And just as Alex was preparing to dispose of the corpses of the supply team and select the supplies he needed, a shrill sound of propellers reached his ears.

Alex raised his head and looked towards the location where the voice came from, and saw seven or eight black gunships in the sky, coming in groups in his direction.

After seeing this air unit, Alex's face immediately became gloomy, and he couldn't help but spit on the ground fiercely, cursing:

"Damn, it's a haunting fly, and it comes over as soon as it smells blood."

After scolding this, Alex didn't stop, squinted his eyes and scanned around, and according to his memory, he began to run wildly towards the location of a primeval forest.

Ever since he destroyed several Masonic bases, the group seems to have formed a special unit to hunt him down, as if it were the Black Watchmen, elite Freemasonic soldiers selected from strongholds around the world, not only numerous, but also equipped with the most advanced heavy weapons, as well as a large number of helicopter gunships.

Hunting him down 24 hours a day without stopping, and not giving him any time to rest, is bullying him for not having the ability to fly into the air.

However, this trick is indeed very effective, in the absence of high-rise buildings as a fulcrum, he has no way to deal with those killing machines flying hundreds of meters in the air, can only be like a lion played by flies, passively beaten, being chased around.

And as soon as they get entangled somewhere for too long, Alex will be hit by long-range missiles, or even more powerful weapons of destruction.

Last time, he suffered a big loss because of this, and was locked by more than a dozen high-temperature gasoline bombs, and burned into black charcoal along with the Black Warden's troops, almost evaporating directly on the spot, if it weren't for the resilience of the alien genes in his body being too strong, his revenge plan would have ended in vain.

It was also because of the never-ending hunt during this period of time that Alex truly appreciated the power of Freemasonry and the limitations of his personal power.

Even if he has the strength to fight an army, his enemies are thousands of them, and they will never stop killing, never giving him time to rest, always draining his energy, and keeping him in a state of battle forever.

In the long run, even if his body can hold on, his spirit will definitely collapse.

Thinking of this, remembering the information he had just gotten, Alex, who was running wildly, gritted his teeth, and suddenly changed the direction of escape according to his memory, and ran towards a beach location dozens of kilometers away from him.

It was too hard to go it alone, and it couldn't really wreak havoc on Freemasonry, and now the whole continent was made up of Freemasons, and any organization that didn't submit to them had been wiped out.

He was going to the North American continent to have a look and see what kind of goods the two organizations had been specially marked by the Masonic headquarters.

If he could, maybe he would find himself a few revenge partners to fight against the cancer of this world.

………………

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed, and with the assistance of CRM, Lyon sent a team of elite agents to the European continent to collect a wave of intelligence.

Even if some information about Freemasonry has been gathered, the whole continent is now under the control of this organization, and there are no overt resistance groups, they have co-opted those defeated survivors, turned them into cheap slaves, and ruthlessly exploited them.

Although they did not have any information from within Freemasonry, a cursory observation revealed that Freemasonry had at least more than half a million members on the continent, dozens of large bases, and an incalculable number of high-tech weapons.

This force is several times more than CRM and Renlian combined.

If it weren't for the fact that all the fuel was now contaminated and it was impossible to start a large fleet across the ocean, maybe the Freemasons wouldn't need to prepare for such a long time, and they would have come directly with a large army to exterminate the CRM and the United Community of Humanity.

Moreover, the information they got from Leon was only the combat power of Freemasonry on the surface, and with the scientific research strength of Freemasonry, they must be stronger than Leon and CRM in the development of zombie technology, and it is more difficult to predict.

Maybe somewhere, there is a biological weapons research institute like Mason's old man, with a large number of various strange biological weapons in stock.

The unknown is the most terrifying, no matter what kind of technology they have mastered, but once he thinks of the Freemasons who have been planning for many years, gathered countless world-renowned researchers, mastered extraterrestrial life meteorites, and once lurked all over the world, there is always a panic about the unknown future in his heart.

As a man who has a family, a wife and children, and nearly 100,000 lives, he has a huge responsibility and is not allowed to fail.

While Leon was flipping through the various materials in the organization, Avril walked in with Professor Tom and a metal box.

The sturdy middle-aged professor, with a smile on his face, placed the metal box on Leon's table, and said politely with excitement:

"Your Excellency, the mission you have given us has been completed again."

As he spoke, Professor Thomas opened the metal suitcase on the table and showed Leon the three cylindrical, cannonball-like warheads in the box.

Leon raised his eyebrows, and was about to reach out and pick it up to take a look, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the nuclear radiation markers on the three shells, his heart trembled, and his outstretched hand couldn't help but shrink, and asked Professor Thomas a little reluctantly:

"Professor, is this the miniature nuclear warhead you mentioned earlier?"

"A few years ago, didn't you say that you couldn't do it at all?"

Professor Thomas didn't care about picking up one of the largest nuclear warheads from the box and throwing it in the air to flip its weight, startling Leon on the other side.

However, Professor Thomas seemed to be confident in his product, and he tapped the large miniature nuclear warhead on the table, making a thumping sound, and then said to Leon with a smile:

"Yes, Your Excellency, it's the kind of miniature nuclear warhead you mentioned earlier."

"But don't worry, this nuclear warhead is internally so stable that it won't explode even if you throw it into a high-temperature furnace or crush it to pieces."

"Only a special detonation program can activate it."

Hearing Professor Thomas say this, Leon relieved himself and took the warhead in his hand.

This warhead is about the size of a man's fist, about ten kilograms in weight, and the outside is a special alloy with lead metal as the main body, and the appearance looks a little cool, and the side of the warhead is also engraved with the mark of the People's Federation.

After handing over the largest warhead to President Lyon, Professor Thomas picked up the smallest miniature nuclear bomb, about the size of an apple, and it should not weigh too much, and it looked like a uniquely shaped grenade.

Leon played with the miniature nuclear bomb in his hand, then put it into the box that the professor had brought, and asked with some curiosity:

"Professor, how powerful is this miniature nuclear bomb? With such a small size, can the power meet our requirements? ”

Professor Thomas shook his head and said with a little emotion:

"More powerful than you think."

"Your Excellency, please don't underestimate these miniature nuclear warheads."

"I have designed a total of three models, and the one in your hand is the most powerful, with an effective attack range of about two kilometers."

"Once detonated, it can generate hundreds of millions of degrees of heat, and in the absence of cover, it can use high temperatures and shock waves to kill carbon-based life within a range of two kilometers."

"And the smallest model in my hand, its effective killing range is about 500 meters, and the explosion power can directly destroy a concrete building."

Speaking of this, Professor Thomas looked at Leon, who was full of surprise because of the power of the nuclear bomb, and said as if reminding:

"So, I'm here to remind you that this is a superweapon that is incredibly powerful."

"We must use it carefully and carefully, and we must use it in accordance with strict procedures and specifications."

"Because if the method is not used correctly, there is a high probability that it will deal a devastating blow to our troops."

Leon's concentration is still quite good, although he was frightened by the power of the miniature nuclear bomb, but it only took a second or two for him to regain his calm expression.

He adjusted his tone and replied solemnly:

"Rest assured, Professor Thomas, thank you for another outstanding contribution to the organization."

"I will set the strictest rules for its use, and I will only use this weapon when necessary."

"We won't let our own people get hurt."

Hearing the compliment, Professor Thomas waved his hand modestly, and said sincerely, without any expression of merit on his swarthy face:

"Your Excellency, the main credit for being able to create a miniature nuclear warhead does not lie with me."

"I said that it would take many years to make such a weapon with our technology."

"The main credit for being able to complete it now is due to Professor Jacob's research."

"It is precisely because he built a stable miniature nuclear reactor that we were able to use this technology and launch the technology of miniature nuclear bombs."

"Without his research, I would not have been able to complete this weapon."

Leon nodded appreciatively, he knew that Professor Thomas was honest and honest, never liked to take credit from others, and was an upright person, but he still encouraged and said:

"No, Professor Toms, your research is just as important as Professor Jacob's, and without any of you, we wouldn't have been able to have a miniature nuke."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Leon took out his treasured good cigarettes, entertained this senior researcher who played an important role in the organization of the People's Federation, and enveloped the feelings of the two.

Before the conversation between the two was over, Konstantin's communication came in.

This guy's tone was a little frivolous, and he said:

"Boss, there's a strange guy in our base, he said he swam straight from the continent and wanted to talk to you about Freemasonry."

"However, his ability is indeed very strong, he defeated a team of our soldiers with his bare hands, and there is no killer, do you want to meet him?"

When Leon heard Konstantin mention the Freemasons on the European continent, his spirits immediately perked up, and now there are not many people in the Human Federation who know this information.

This outsider may have some useful information to listen to.

As for the swim across the Pacific Ocean mentioned by Konstantin, Leon just took it as a joke.

(End of chapter)