"Establish Xenomorph Archive No. 2: Pseudo-Humans.

"There are two states of the pollutant derived from it, the first is the human state, in which the pollutant will retain its pre-living memories and personality, and its words and deeds are very similar to those of humans, and it does not have the ability to transmit pollution;

"The second is the pollutant state, which is distorted after the death of the human state, with gray-white human skin on the outside, red blood vessels on the inside, and no flesh and bones on the inside.

"The mythological ritual is unknown, and it is inferred that it is related to 'making the pollutant disguise itself as a human'.

"Possess the ability to devour memories and simulate personalities.

"Difficulty in recognizing...... It's a bit hard.

"Hunt difficulty...... Well, it's up to you to decide this, I think it's pretty weak anyway. ”

Yan Luge made a phone call and casually reported the newly discovered xenomorph to the research institute.

He slowly withdrew his tentacles.

He was carrying a crying baby in his hand.

Yan Luge shrugged at the child: "I'm sorry to kill your mother." As an apology, I will help you find a pair of responsible adoptive parents, and give you two houses within the second ring road of the capital, one for self-occupation and one for rent, to ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing in this life.

"As for the adopter, I think this bald head next to me is good, he just sympathized with you."

Yan Luge casually threw the noisy child into the arms of the bald agent.

The bald agent who suddenly liked to be a father: ???

"You're asking me to adopt this child?" The bald agent was stunned.

Yan Luge glanced at him: "You don't want to?" Then change to another ......."

The bald agent hugged the swaddling clothes in his hand tightly, and said with a righteous face: "I am very willing to adopt this child, and I swear that I will treat him like a parent!" ”

If he heard it right, the current richest man in the world promised to give this child two houses within the second ring road.

Now he doesn't have to worry about the down payment, the father is directly expensive with the son.

I just don't know how to explain to my wife when I go home that I have a business trip and I have an extra son......

The bald agent hugged the crying child in the standard gesture of a wet daddy, and gently coaxed him.

Although the child's mother became a pollutant, he was lucky not to be polluted and was still a healthy human being.

There were no bruises, no signs of suffocation.

Crying at this time is mostly just because I am frightened.

The bald agent glanced at Yan Luge with some surprise.

Unexpectedly, although the director of the Blackstone Research Institute looks cold and ruthless, he actually has a more bottom line than he imagined.

After the bald agent had done everything he could, the child's crying finally stopped, and the pink little hand reached out and giggled and grabbed the bald agent by the collar.

He didn't know that he had lost his mother, a mother who was willing to fight for him.

The bald agent sighed.

He really felt some pity for this kid now.

Words and songs don't care about the mental activities of Command Division 101 agents.

After throwing the burden in his hand, he glanced at the quarantine hotel that looked like Shura's hell.

There were stumps, severed arms, and flesh everywhere.

The smell of blood is pungent.

The pollutants hidden in the crowd were all eliminated, and the system in Yan Luge's mind also sounded relevant prompts.

However, the hunt here is over, but his work is not over.

"I'll go into the Northwest Wasteland." Yan Luge said, "Help you solve this xenomorph." ”

"Now?" The bald agent who was coaxing the child subconsciously glanced at the time - it was six o'clock in the evening, it was already half dark, and it was estimated that it would be completely dark in half an hour.

"Now."

The bald agent coughed lightly and tactfully persuaded: "The wasteland is very dangerous now, we don't have enough information in our hands, and we have limited vision at night, so we ...... move."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Luge had already jumped out of the window, and his figure flickered a few times before disappearing.

Director Yan didn't intend to ask for anyone's opinion.

He just gave me an inform.

Bald Agent: "......"

After a while, he turned his head woodenly and looked at Xue Batian, a big muscular man who was carrying a Fang Tian painting halberd and covered in blood: "Has your boss always been so reckless?" ”

"Of course not." Xue Batian shook his head and said with a smile.

The bald agent was slightly startled, and quickly thought of another possibility: "Is it because the situation here has deteriorated to a very urgent point?" ”

Xue Batian continued to shake his head: "It's not. ”

The bald agent didn't know why: "Uh, that's?" ”

Xue Batian smiled, smiling like a simple man who has no scheming and has always only told the truth: "He is usually more reckless than this." ”

Bald Agent: ???

……

Yan Luge drove an armored off-road vehicle borrowed from the 101st Command Division and drove alone into the Northwest Wasteland.

Well, this time the car was really borrowed, not robbed.

The person in charge here was probably educated by Lao Zheng Sanxuan, and he didn't cause him trouble.

He politely borrowed it, and the other party gave it happily.

Happy to work with.

Yan Luge held the steering wheel with both hands, one tentacle behind his back rolled a well-roasted rabbit leg meat and fed it to his mouth, two tentacles held a nest of sand scorpions and grilled seriously, two tentacles held chestnuts from the gerbil's nest and carefully peeled the shell, and three tentacles held sea buckthorn fruit, wild beehives and cups respectively to squeeze juice, extract honey and mix juice.

- He got it for dinner after he went into the wasteland.

It took about five minutes to gather the ingredients, and he did the rest of the cooking while driving.

He didn't understand why anyone thought the wasteland was dangerous, but in his eyes, it was full of delicious food, and it was a paradise compared to the polluted places in his previous life.

It's just that the meat of the hare is a little small, the shell of the sand scorpion is a little hard, the chestnut is too small, and the sea buckthorn fruit is a little sour, and it is not as delicious as the sashimi of those extraordinary creatures in the canteen of the institute.

However, he is not a hypocritical person.

When he can, he will make his life the best; When there are no conditions, he can endure any hardship.

The song of words and rhythm greeted the darkening sky and drove towards the depths of the wasteland.

He didn't bring a map.

Because it's not necessary.

He glanced at the map given by Lao Zheng and memorized it in his mind.

The topography, climate, and species distribution of the Northwest Wasteland......

Personnel, weapons, experimental projects of the Northwest Base......

The gods descend, the missiles wash the floor, and the ...... pollute

All the materials and elements are arranged and combined in his mind, the scene is reproduced, and the information is reconstructed.

After a while, Yanluge hummed a song and drew two circles in his mind on the map belonging to the "Northwest Wasteland".

"Let's go to these two places first, and try to solve all the problems in one go."

(End of chapter)