[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Fengzhen's abnormal reaction obviously fell into the eyes of the white gloves.

It's not that there haven't been people who are immune to the virus since the virus raged.

The earliest batch was found and controlled by the safe zone early to study materials for overcoming infectious diseases.

After that, anyone who is immune will be found out no matter how well they hide.

Many of them were reported by relatives and friends.

But immune people are very rare among infected people.

The vast majority of infected people hate uninfected people, and some people even wish to use themselves as biochemical weapons and put them among ordinary people, so that everyone in the world can become infected.

This has led to the fact that colonies rarely leave them alive after capturing a limited number of uninfected people.

White Gloves is the leader of this settlement.

When they captured ordinary people, they sometimes killed them directly, and sometimes put them in the square just like before, and had a carnival party under the stimulation of humiliation and blood.

Everything comes as they wish.

Only when he saw that Fengzhen's body showed no signs of infection, the expression of the white gloves changed.

He called his cronies over and said, "Send this woman to me."

The confidant hesitated, "Then what about that woman just now?"

Seeing that his parent official said without even a pause, "Put it up first, watch it, don't let her make any mistakes, she is still useful."

The confidant took orders to take Fengzhen down.

After walking far away, Fengzhen could still hear the roaring boiling sound from the square.

Although it was night, the lights here were brightly lit, and it was possible to clearly observe the environment of the settlement here.

It looked like it was in a pre-apocalyptic town.

Most of the houses on the street are empty, without the noise, it looks a bit lonely.

Along the way, Feng Zhen asked his confidant brother a bunch of questions that interested him in plain and straightforward language.

Something like, "What was your first feeling when you got infected?"

"How does your rotting wound feel? Pain? Numb? Or itchy?"

"Is your dick rotten? If it's rotten, how can you pee every morning and still be able to stand up to the sky?"

……

Such questions are like a pair of sharp knives, one knife after another piercing the sore heart of the trusted brother.

This is too fucking heartbreaking!

The confidant brother held a gun to Feng Zhen's temple with his eyes wide open, and shouted, "Shut up!"

Feng Zhen shut his mouth obediently.

The little brother was panting heavily, and stared fiercely at Feng Zhen with his big bloodshot eyes.

Finally, shaking his hands, he put down the pistol pointed at Fengzhen, and continued to push Fengzhen behind his back.

This time, his actions were much rougher.

When Feng Zhen was pushed, he would move his legs frequently, and if he didn't push, he would move slowly, and when he was walking, he would suddenly bend the corners of his lips slowly.

It seems that these people still belong to the category of human beings.

Know pain, know suffering.

Living like this without humans and ghosts must be supported by their persistent beliefs.

Fengzhen suddenly made a decision.

White Gloves occupies a two-story building by itself.

Different from Fengzhen's own poor house with only four walls left, this place is extremely luxurious.

As soon as he entered, Fengzhen was dazzled by the high-grade fabrics, dark-tone patterned wallpapers, solid wood furniture, and various decorations.

It's a pity that these have nothing to do with him, and he was finally locked in the basement of the small building.

The basement, which was originally used for storage, was like a concrete cage, with nothing but a dim lamp overhead.

He called to the brother with the gun who was about to leave, "Can I untie this rope?"

The brother with the gun drew his gun and fired at him. The bullet left a shallow crater at Feng Zhen's feet, and Feng Zhen's face remained unchanged.

The little brother didn't expect the woman in front of him to have such concentration.

He didn't know that Feng Zhen could roughly calculate the trajectory of the bullet just by looking at the direction of the muzzle of his gun. This vision had saved him several times.

The little brother didn't say anything, and left coldly.

Feng Zhen gently moved his long-bound arm, quietly waiting for the white gloves to appear, he believed that he would not wait too long.

Sure enough, after about half an hour, the door to the basement was opened.

The white gloves have replaced the uniforms belonging to the "enemy army" and put on a gray-green combat uniform, and the white gloves have become spotless again.

Along with him, several subordinates moved in carrying some instruments.

Feng Zhen noticed that the white-gloved cronies all have one thing in common, that is, they clean up better than others.

Although they are somewhat festered, but the effect is not great, and it will not make people feel eye pain just by looking at them.

Feng Zhen changed from being tied behind his arms with a hemp rope to being tied to a single bed with a metal belt.

The white gloves were leaning against the wall and watching him all the time. The soldiers who came and went quickly arranged the basement into a simple laboratory.

However, when the people left, the room returned to calm. He took off his military cap with white gloves and walked towards Fengzhen. The cold gloves slid on his neck and said, "You seem to be looking forward to it?"

Feng Zhen smiled plainly, but didn't answer, and asked him to borrow a cigarette.

He has been craving cigarettes for a long time, and now that he meets such a powerful person who owns an entire settlement, he can't wait to hug his thigh.

White Gloves looked at him in a daze for a moment, then went out for the last time, and came back with a lighter and a pack of cigarettes in his hand.

The word "Hongmen" was printed on the cigarette pack, which was not a brand he had heard of.

White gloves bit a cigarette and lit it, squinted his eyes and took two puffs, then stuffed the butt of the cigarette into Feng Zhen's mouth.

Feng Zhen didn't dislike it either, he took a big breath and couldn't help coughing.

Putting the white gloves back into his mouth, he snorted, "I won't suck a fart."

Feng Zhen stared blankly at the white gloves, then couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing. I just suddenly feel that you are a bit like me."

Feng Zhen showed a melancholy expression, truly missing his man's body.

White Gloves didn't expect him to say that, so he choked for a long time and didn't speak.

After smoking a cigarette, he slowly said to Feng Zhen, "Work has started."

……

White gloves went out from the basement, bringing a strong smell of blood into his house, and couldn't help but frowned.

The confidant brother quickly brought him clean clothes and a pair of brand new white gloves.

The young officer's brow was covered with sweat, and he slowly took off the gloves whose original color was no longer visible, revealing a pair of hand bones covered with a thin layer of muscle tendons.

The confidant brother took a look and quickly looked away.

Suddenly he heard his officer say, "You said..."

Then there was no more text, the little brother raised his head and asked curiously with his eyes.

His officer shook his head, put on his gloves and began to change his clothes, "Let Yuan Chenghao come over, don't let that woman die."

Among the infected are high-level intellectuals, medical madmen, and elites from all walks of life.

Tortured piecemeal by the pain brought by their bodies all the time, these people have more or less changed their temperaments.

Yuan Chenghao and his assistant rushed over carrying the equipment box, with a blue color on his cold face, and said to the white gloves, "Xing Daxing, it's best not to waste my time with some garbage."

White gloves, that is, Xing Daxing said indifferently, "Go and see and you will know, why waste your tongue?"

After Xing Daxing changed his clothes, he said to his confidant brother, "Where is that woman?"

The little brother was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses and led the officer to the cage in the backyard.

This cage used to be the den of a Tibetan mastiff.

Xing Daxing looked at his brother and said nothing.

The little brother scratched his head, "The cell is too far away and unsafe, and I don't know where to lock her up, so I just locked her here."

The backyard is controlled by personal soldiers, and there is a security post a few steps away.

Xing Daxing's residence is almost their base camp. Even if these soldiers have their own houses in the settlements, they seldom live there. They just want the big guys to crowd here.

There were only men in the barracks, and these soldiers didn't have many opportunities to come into contact with women. After being infected, although they came out of the barracks, the women among the infected were just like themselves, and they really had nowhere to talk.

Even if they become infected, their aesthetics are still normal.So for women who are also infected, they don't want to get close at all.

The same goes for the idea of ​​believing in a female HIV positive.

So a beautiful woman was locked in the dog cage in the backyard. Everyone was very interested, but everyone else needed to stand guard, and only three idle soldiers squatted outside the cage to watch.

After Xing Daxing came over, they ran away in a swarm.

Gu Yuan showed resentment when she suffered such humiliation.

Hate, Xing Daxing has seen this kind of emotion too much.

He stretched out his fingers and lifted Gu Yuan's chin, "Gu Yuan in safe zone D."

Seeing the surprised expression on the woman's face, he smiled and continued, "Your destination is the east coast base, I'm right."

Gu Yuan hesitated and said, "How do you know?"

Xing Daxing squeezed the woman's lips hard with his fingers, forcing her to bleed before letting go, "You don't need to worry about this, you just need to know that it is your value that keeps you alive."

Facing the woman's constricted pupils, the corners of Xing Daxing's mouth widened, "Your value is Dr. Du."

The young officer straightened up and looked down at the woman in the cage, "I didn't expect this look to be quite suitable for you, so let it be."

Gu Yuan called Xing Daxing who was about to leave, "Who else?"

"The you you mentioned just now, besides me, who else?"

"You're smart," Xing Daxing looked sideways at Gu Yuan, licked his lips, and answered her playfully, "There is another woman with a very graceful taste, who is more beautiful than you."

……

Yuan Chenghao stepped on the stairs to the basement.

First, a strong fishy and sweet smell swept over, a deep crease formed between his brows, and the already obvious nasolabial folds also became deeper.

Almost immediately, he no longer had any expectations about the survival of the test subject.

I couldn't help but curse Xing Daxing from the bottom of my heart for "accidentally" killing the precious immune body again, what a waste this act is.

He opened the basement door and might as well meet a pair of eyes.

Can't help but startled, the assistant behind him saw the test subject a second later, couldn't help exclaiming, "She's still alive!"

Not only is she still alive... the assistant added in his mind.

Feng Zhen tugged at the corners of his lips, "If you two keep chattering, I'm going to die."

Cottage!The durability of his skin is almost gone, okay, how many points he has to waste to restore it.