Interstellar Railway: Start to Build a Foundation

The first thing Robert did when he left the conference room was to spray himself with mosquito repellent perfume.

Although this mosquito has hardy properties, it has not lost its sense of smell.

The agent, who had undergone the Foundation’s body-intensive surgery, was still not at ease after making these preparations.

He changed into a heavy winter coat, put on warm gloves, covered his entire neck and back of his head with a scarf, and put on a velvet hat.

Now, even if there are damn mosquitoes, they can only bite his face.

Just then, a young soldier carrying a black suitcase knocked on his door.

He first handed a stack of documents to Robert:

“Sir, this is what you requested, geological exploration records, hydrological data, climate change data…”

Then, I took out several file bags and introduced the contents of each of them:

“This is a research project carried out by 34 biological, chemical and medical laboratories in the region since the establishment of the alliance.”

“Except for the top-secret files that are being re-examined by the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, here is all the information.”

Robert took the heavy document and sighed in his heart.

Is even this archive shared with the Foundation … What level of secret did the foundation come up with in exchange this time….

Quietly clearing the tricks, Robert gave the soldier a standard military salute:

“Thank you, soldier.”

“Snap!”

The soldier immediately closed his feet, tuck his belly, straightened his chest, raised his head, and returned a military salute.

Then, turn and leave.

At the moment when the door was closed, Robert saw a column of smoke rising in the direction of the city.

The situation is getting worse.

“Time is running out…”

The column of smoke is like a spike that punctures the false comfort.

Robert placed the papers on the table and turned on the lamp.

The live stream is also closer.

Documents of different levels are stacked together like plain printed materials.

The bright red word “confidential” alone has already made the audience’s heartbeat begin to accelerate.

“Topographic mapping, well, it’s not… The river is diverted, it’s not…”

Roberta picked up the reports and tossed them aside.

He first reads the headlines and removes the reports that look like they have no problems.

Then there’s a cursory glance, filtering out those that might be problematic.

In less than half an hour, Robert’s gaze froze.

He thought he had found that answer.

It was a geological exploration report.

Not long ago, a team of expeditions went to a glacier not far away to sample the ice there.

The report claims that they found a never-before-seen protein crystal and lists various physiological changes that occur when local mice were injected with the protein.

The mice first developed a high fever, severe chills, and then went into a severe coma.

As for the handling of these mice, it is even more simple and rude.

They simply broke their cervical vertebrae and threw them into the trash can they carried with them.

But the next day, the mice disappeared, and they guessed that an owl or ferret had taken advantage of it.

At the end of the report, they mention that they will further study this particular protein crystal with the help of university electron microscopy.

Robert’s eyes flickered quickly, and he scanned the entire report as quickly as he could.

The muscles in his face stiffened:

“Oh, fu…”

Should he have thrown this researcher into a zombie cage?

Or should he praise him for being so lucky that he wasn’t attacked by zombie rats?

Robert felt that his blood pressure suddenly increased a lot.

He immediately called the guard and handed him the document.

It wasn’t long before he was told that a group of soldiers would soon accompany him to the university.

On the glacier side, there will be a team of C-level researchers to deal with it.

Robert took his gear, received a rifle and spare magazine, and hurried towards the meeting point.

The night in the snow country is red.

One tank is responsible for opening the way, and one tracked vehicle is responsible for loading the operational personnel.

Not long after they left.

“Toot – toot – ”

The whistle sounded.

Hundreds of soldiers rushed out of the barracks, lifted steel guns, and drove towards the city with more than a dozen tanks.

There, two more columns of smoke rose.

It wasn’t long before the bleak air defense siren sounded.

This night is destined to be no longer peaceful.

……

Xianzhou “Luofu”, a tea house.

In the past, it should be time for tea guests to listen to the book.

However, since the live broadcast of the foundation, the teahouse has temporarily changed its door, and Mr. Storyteller has become an interpreter.

Qingque finally waited for the end of work, found a teahouse with empty seats, and exchanged card playing tips with a few card friends.

However, one of them was very dissatisfied with the fact that the foundation was broadcasting live everywhere.

The fox man, carrying a teapot, complained

“I have no interest in foundations and containing monsters, I just want to chat online with the beautiful fox fairy.”

When another fox male next to him heard this, his eyes lit up, and the gloom of losing was swept away.

He looked left and right, saw that no one paid attention to the table, and whispered:

“Why, you also like Miss Daiqing?”

“Eh, I usually don’t see it, but I didn’t expect you to be the same!”

“yes, yes!”

“……”

Qingque glanced at the two of them, and continued to hold the teacup, like an old cadre, basking in the sun, drinking tea, watching TV, and listening to the radio.

At this moment, a voice that seemed to come from an extremely cold hell sounded faintly behind her:

“Drink tea, green sparrow.”

A coolness rises from the soles of the feet and travels down the spine to the top of the head.

Qingque stood up for a moment, and suddenly remembered that it was time to leave work, so he relaxed a little and turned around.

It was a pink-haired loli, although very old, but completely out of proportion to the figure and height.

Qingquan forced a smile on his face:

“Lord Fu Xuan, good afternoon.”

Fu Xuan was not embarrassed for Qingque, looking at this subordinate who was sitting and drinking tea:

“You will look in the library tomorrow to find out if there is anything similar to the zombie virus in the history of Xianzhou.”

“Even the legends related to it are found.”

“Chi Wei novels don’t.”

The green sparrow replied again and again, nodding his head like a sieve:

“Okay! Good! ”

But then she saw the scene of cardiopulmonary arrest –

Fu Xuan found a wooden stool, sat down nearby, ordered a cup of good tea, and listened to Mr. Storyteller comment on the film.

“It’s quite new.”

Fu Xuan commented.

The days above the fairy boat have rarely changed in thousands of years.

Now there is an old antique who suddenly appeared willing to tell some stories, which is convenient for Xianzhou people to pass the time.

Mr. Storyteller pointed to Robert in the picture and continued to preach:

“Look, this man is called Xiaoshuai, and he is sneaking into the university campus with a group of soldiers at this time…”

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