Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

After watching Ling Huang enter the base, Xiaoying happily turned around and left.

Brother Yan originally thought that Ling Huang would be back yesterday, but no one saw him, and he was worried that he hadn't closed his eyes all night.

The joy of seeing Brother Ling Huangyan was beyond words, and he wanted to hug him when he came over.

Ling Huang frowned and stared at him.

Brother Yan had to put down his raised hand, but still smiled, "I thought something happened to you, just come back safely."

Ling Huang sneered, not only did he not have an accident, he also had a very good night.

Better than the sum of the good parts of those days and nights spent on base.

But he was too lazy to say such things to Brother Yan.

Dr. Che also ran to the ground to greet Ling Huang, which surprised him a bit. Dr. Che came to hug his shoulders, but he didn't reject it.

"Are you tired? I've asked someone to cook for you. Let's talk about business when we're full."

Ling Huang smiled gratefully, "I've eaten, now I can talk about the things you care about."

"Have you eaten?" Brother Yan expressed disbelief, "We have basically moved all the supplies that can be looted outside to the base. There are too many zombies in other places where supplies are too dangerous. Where did you get them? Don't eat them." It's not a big deal to eat bad things, but it's a bad thing to get sick."

Ling Huang rolled his eyes towards the sky, "Brother Yan, if you don't know how to speak, just say a few words."

Brother Yan was still immersed in the mentality of losing and finding this boy, no matter what Ling Huang said, he didn't lose his temper again.

In a small conference room in the base, Brother Yan brought his uncle, Dr. Che, and several other managers of the base.

Ling Huang only felt that he was about to make a report, but he knew in his heart that the whole room would be disappointed after the report was finished.

Clearly explain the fact that evolution needs to eat brains.

Brother Yan frowned, "This way doesn't work."

"Not necessarily." Doctor Che also had a sullen face, but he didn't want Brother Yan to have come to a conclusion, but was thinking quickly, "It still depends on the number of brains needed for each stage of evolution."

"Yes, there are people who deserve to die, and people who are destined to die. It's okay for people in these two situations to contribute their brains." Brother Yan's uncle echoed.

Ling Huang felt uncomfortable, "Death is fate, you can't decide other people's life or death."

"Why can't we decide?" Uncle said, "Where there are people, there must be rules. If the rules are bigger, they are laws. If you make a serious mistake, you will be convicted, and there may be a death penalty."

Ling Huang was too lazy to argue with him, "Xiaoying doesn't know the number of brains needed to evolve to each stage. Their evolution is completely based on natural selection. Now the number of survivors is increasing. The less you have, the less you will evolve. I advise you to give up this idea, even if you evolve to SSR, zombies are still zombies and cannot be used by humans."

"How do you explain that Xiaoying?" Brother Yan said, "According to what you said, he is completely a person, why can't he be used by me?"

"Something?" Ling Huang looked at him with raised eyebrows, "That's my friend, do you understand respect?"

Brother Yan hadn't spoken yet, but Ling Huang smiled, "Oh yes, I forgot, Brother Yan is domineering, and he never knows how to write the word respect, right?"

A group of people trembled with fear, fearing that Brother Yan would go crazy again.

But Brother Yan was just bored for a while, and waved his hands, "I'm not arguing with you, I just want to find out what is the basis for you to say that SSRs can't be used by others. If SSRs are like Xiaoying, I have a way to make them obey."

"Xiaoying's IQ is higher than that of ordinary SSRs. He has reason, but other SSRs don't, so you can't control it." Ling Huang wanted to stop talking, so he stood up, "Also, I'll go Return the guns and equipment to Curry, and I'm good-bye."

"You mean, Xiaoying is stronger than SSR, so he is actually the zombie king?" Dr. Che asked suddenly.

Brother Yan said "I rely on".

Others also exclaimed for a while, talking a lot.

"I haven't seen the Zombie King yet, is there really such a thing?"

"An SSR is very difficult for us to deal with. If a zombie king really appears... we will be wiped out, right?"

"Yeah, so far the SSRs seem to be deliberately staying away from us, and they probably know we have weapons, so they don't dare to act rashly. But that's because they don't have a leader. I don't even dare to think of a zombie king... ..."

Seeing that the topic was about to change from whether the relatives and friends of the zombies could advance to the full-scale conflict between the zombies in SSR, Ling Huang couldn't help it.

He frowned, "No, Xiaoying is the SSR, he won't evolve anymore."

"Then why does he have a higher IQ than other SSRs?" Brother Yan got up and went to his side and pressed his shoulder, "Aren't you contradicting yourself when you say that?"

"I'm just following our agreement, and I'll come back and tell you what I can ask." Ling Huang saw that Brother Yan was holding his hand, and looked up at him coldly, "I don't owe you anything, you don't owe me anything." Play aggressive with me here."

"Ling Huang, you misunderstood." Doctor Che also came over with a smile.

But he put his hand on Ling Huang's other shoulder, and then withdrew his smile, "We just want to find out the details, you are so vague, why are you ready to leave?"

Ling Huang sneered in his heart.

It should have been known that Dr. Che and Brother Yan are the same kind of people. Everyone in this base lives together all year round, and there is no one who does not have some similar routines.

Brother Yan's uncle over there patted the table, "You still have the nerve to say you don't owe us? We killed five people to save you!"

It's this rhetoric again...

Ling Huang couldn't bear it any longer, "I might have screwed off the heads of those five people, otherwise how could you keep saying that I killed them?"

"Don't say anything heartless." Brother Yan gritted his teeth and threatened, "If you offend everyone, I can't keep you."

"You usually go out to stand guard and patrol, but you haven't been recruited when you encounter slime zombies?" Ling Huang was really confused by this group of people, "Who do you blame for those who were recruited to death?"

"Of course it's a zombie!" The uncle patted the table again.

"Then I'm begging you, this time it's a zombie." Ling Huang sighed, "I went out to get information this time, and if any of you went there, it would be a dead end. This trip is already dead, do me a favor and let me go."

"No, yes, yes!" Brother Yan gave Dr. Che a wink.

The two twisted Ling Huang's arm together, and Brother Yan put on a pair of handcuffs for Ling Huang to restrain him.

He walked out with his arms around him, "Talk to Dr. Che first, I will send him back to the dormitory, and he will come back as soon as he goes."

"Brother Yan, be careful about your waist." Doctor Che jokingly said, "Be gentle with the child, as I said, he can't help but toss."

There was a burst of laughter in the room, and Brother Yan was quite proud, "Did you hear that? Everyone agrees that you are mine. Do you want to leave? Where are you going?"

"I..." Ling Huang held his breath in his chest and nearly passed out, "I'm really crazy to send back the information as agreed. There is only one reason why you guys survived!"

"What's the reason?" Brother Yan only took the scolding as a joke, and lowered his head to kiss Ling Huang on the cheek.

"The heart is too vicious, Lord Yan despises you!" Ling Huang spat in his face.