Interstellar Railway: Start to Build a Foundation

After Robert left the meeting room, the first thing he did was to spray mosquito repellent perfume on his body.

Although this kind of mosquito has the characteristics of cold resistance, fortunately, it has not lost its sense of smell.

The agent who had undergone the Foundation's body augmentation surgery was still uneasy after making these preparations.

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

Now, even if there is a damn mosquito, it can only bite his face.

Just then, a young soldier with 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, he took out several file bags and introduced the contents of them:

"This is a research project conducted by 34 biological, chemical and medical laboratories in the region since the establishment of the alliance."

"Except for the top-secret file which is being reviewed by the Supreme Commander, this is all the information."

Robert took the heavy document and sighed in his heart.

Is even this kind of file shared with the Foundation... What level of secrets did the Foundation offer in exchange this time...

Calmly clarifying the key points, Robert saluted the soldiers with a standard military salute:

"Thank you, soldier."

"Snapped!"

The soldier immediately closed his feet, retracted his abdomen, raised his chest, raised his head, and returned a military salute.

Then, turn around and leave.

The moment the door was closed, Robert saw a column of smoke rising from the direction of the city.

Things are getting worse.

"time is limited……"

The smoke column is like a sharp thorn, piercing the false comfort.

Robert put the documents on the table and turned on the lamp.

The live broadcast screen is also approaching.

Documents with different confidentiality levels are stacked together like ordinary printed materials.

Just the bright red word "Confidential" already made the audience's heart beat faster.

"Terrain mapping, uh, not...river diversion, not..."

Roberta picked up the reports and threw them aside.

He first read the headlines, and eliminated those reports that were not problematic at first glance.

Then there's the cursory browsing, 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 prospecting report.

Not long ago, a group of scientific expedition team came to a glacier not far away to sample the ice layer there.

The report claims they have discovered a never-before-seen protein crystal and lists various physiological changes in local mice injected with the protein.

The rat first developed a high fever and severe chills, and then entered a severe coma.

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

They just broke their necks and threw them in the trash can they carried with them.

But the next day, the mice were gone, and they speculated that owls or ferrets took the opportunity to snatch them away.

At the end of the report, they mentioned that they will use the university's electron microscope to further study this special protein crystal.

Robert's eyes trembled quickly, and he browsed through the entire report as quickly as possible.

The muscles on his face froze:

"Oh, fu..."

Should he throw this researcher into a zombie cage?

Or should he praise him for being so lucky that he was not attacked by zombie rats?

Robert felt that his blood pressure suddenly increased a lot.

He immediately called for the guards and handed him the document.

It didn't take long for him to be told that a troop of soldiers would go to the university with him soon.

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

Robert took his own equipment, took a rifle and spare magazines, and rushed towards the assembly point.

The night in the snow country is red.

A tank is responsible for opening the road, and a tracked vehicle is responsible for loading the operational personnel.

Not long after they left.

"Doo-beep-"

The whistle sounded.

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

There, two more pillars of smoke rose.

Not long after, a terrible air defense siren sounded.

This night is destined to be no longer peaceful.

...

Xianzhou "Luofu", a teahouse.

As usual, now should be the time for tea drinkers to listen to books.

However, since the foundation's live broadcast started, the teahouse has temporarily changed its channel, and the storyteller has become a commentator.

Qing Que finally waited until it was time to get off work, found a teahouse with vacant seats, and exchanged card playing experience with a few poker players.

However, one of them was very dissatisfied with the Foundation's live broadcast everywhere.

The fox man, holding a teacup, complained:

"I'm not interested in the foundation or containing monsters at all, I just want to chat online with the beautiful fox fairy."

The eyes of another vulture male next to him lit up when he heard it, and the gloom of losing the card was swept away.

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this table, so he whispered:

"Why, you also like Miss Dai Qing?"

"Hey, I didn't notice it usually, I didn't expect you to be in the same class!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"..."

Qing Que gave the two of them a blank look, and continued to hold the teacup, basking in the sun, drinking tea, watching TV, and listening to the radio like an old cadre.

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

"Drinking tea, Qingque."

A coolness rose from the soles of the feet, along the spine to the top of the head.

Qing Que stood upright for a moment, then suddenly remembered that it was already off-duty time, so she relaxed a little and turned her head.

It was a pink-haired loli. Although she was very old, she was completely out of proportion to her figure and height.

Qingque forced a smile on her face:

"Master Fu Xuan, good afternoon."

Fu Xuan didn't feel sorry for Qingque, and looked at the subordinate who was sitting and drinking tea:

"You can look in the library tomorrow to see if there is anything similar to the zombie virus in the history of Xianzhou."

"Even the legends related to it will be found together."

"No strange novels."

Qingque responded again and again, nodding like she was sifting chaff:

"Okay! Okay!"

But then she saw a scene of cardiopulmonary arrest——

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

"This form is quite novel."

Fu Xuan commented in this way.

The days on the fairy boat rarely change in thousands of years.

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

The storyteller pointed to Robert in the picture, and continued to speak:

"Look carefully, 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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