Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

The words were astonishing, and I have to say that the strategy worked very well. It forcibly diverted Song Yichi's attention in one fell swoop, but he quickly recovered from the shock of being molested. Although he didn't understand what Shu Han was doing, he was definitely not willing to suffer at the hands of this man , as good as flow, half-truth and half-false boast: "You have a good vision."

Shu Han was amused, and kept laughing lowly. He really couldn't see why a person who is usually very gentle had hidden a character that refused to suffer at all. Secrets are interesting, and people are even more interesting.Shu Han propped his chin, his interest in research grew more and more, and he wanted to ask Song Yichi to the end, of course he was just thinking about it. Compared with the answer, he was more willing to enjoy the sense of accomplishment of digging by himself, not to mention his analysis, this kid The hidden secrets are not a security threat, and the exploration is purely out of curiosity. If you don't find it, you will leave it to reveal slowly.

A Hui winked at the side, saying that I was joking when I said that Xiao Song made a promise with his body last time, Shu Han, you won't really do it!

Lu Yun turned a deaf ear to it, and felt that the dinner was more attractive. Look, the rice particles were crystal clear and 360 degrees without dead ends.

Song's mother didn't understand what the two meant, and thought it was a popular joke among young people.

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Mn joint defense base, research and development area——

"The report shows that the energy circuit of the energy weapon has been continuously analyzed and improved, and the conversion rate of the supernatural power has reached 30%. The accurate shooting distance of the hand gun is 50m, and the maximum effective range is 120m... The first-generation weapon can be officially put into use." The young researcher headed looked excited. Reading the data, the eyes of the nearly ten researchers standing behind also lit up, excited.

After almost a month of sleepless nights, I devoted all my energy to research and development, and the energy weapon finally showed initial results. The new weapon can also be called a supernatural energy weapon. Instead of using the original energy bullets and medicines, it uses the supernatural power of the holder, Through the internal special energy circuit, it is transformed into a launchable supernatural ammunition.

Of course, any conversion has losses. The initial conversion rate was less than 5%, which was terribly low. The junior superpowers couldn’t last for 5 minutes. The energy circuit was changed again and again, and they kept experimenting. After trying all these methods, Dr. Ding was so anxious that he didn't have a few hairs left.

Later, a researcher had a whim, and instead of changing the direction of the circuit, he chose to use a special metal as an additional layer inside the weapon, so that the circuit was stacked layer by layer, and the energy field resonance between the nodes was used to offset the losses in an energy-induced manner. In order to achieve the purpose of increasing the conversion rate.

As soon as the idea came to others, it was like enlightenment, and the speed of circuit improvement soared all the way, reaching 30% in just four days. At this point, the conversion rate entered a new bottleneck and could not be increased again, but this increase was enough to put energy weapons into actual combat.

"Okay!" Dr. Ding got excited, slammed the table, stood up, strode up to the researchers, patted their shoulders one by one and said, "Well done, I will definitely reward you all. "After speaking, I turned around twice in excitement.

The researchers all said yes, and one female researcher even boldly said that there is no need to reward, just let us have a good sleep.

"Okay, everyone has a day off." Dr. Ding waved his hand to give everyone in the energy weapon research and development team a vacation. Come to an end, I can finally take a shower, change clothes and go to bed!

"Hey, wait a minute, hurry up, come with me!" Dr. Ding suddenly remembered that the good news hadn't been reported yet. He grabbed the researcher who was walking last by the wrist, pulled him out of the office, and strode forward. You have to stagger and trot to keep up.

Dr. Ding led the researcher straight to the innermost part of another building and stopped. The two guards standing guard at the door saw that it was Dr. Ding. .

"Knock knock knock."

"Come in." A calm and forceful voice said.

Dr. Ding opened the door and entered. He was facing a large desk with uneven official documents. On the seat sat a silver-haired soldier with a broad forehead and a square face. There was a pair of silver-framed mirrors on the nose , There is a majestic breath between the eyebrows, he is the highest commander of the mn joint defense base - General Xu.

"Report to General Xu, the energy weapon has finally succeeded!" Dr. Ding shouted impatiently as soon as he entered the door. He stopped, raised his right hand, and saluted Dr. Ding and the researcher solemnly, his voice trembling slightly, "On behalf of all the survivors in the base and outside, thank you for your achievements, thank you for withstanding the pressure in desperation, for Great hope from all, you've done a great job."

Dr. Ding and the researcher looked solemn, and raised their hands in return at the same time, "Don't dare to be called hard work, we are not capable of going to the front line, and we can't lead the way. This is what we should do, and it is the only thing we can do."

The young researcher rubbed his astringent eyes, realizing for the first time how heavy the burden was on his shoulders.For a month, I tried my best to do all kinds of tests, but I was scolded by Dr. Ding as if I had tried my best, forcing them to hurry. To be honest, the participants were more or less emotional, until the "desperate situation" in General Xu's words "The word made him realize, yes, in the face of zombies, human beings have been driven into a desperate situation and had no choice but to abandon the city and flee. Seeing that many people were besieged to death and could not be rescued, they could only retreat to remote areas in groups and claim to be survivors.

The outbreak of the zombie virus not only destroyed the life of the city, the communication was lost, and the deadliest thing was that the weapons were out of stock. The consequence of not being able to transport them in large quantities was that, except for the military factory garrison, which had sufficient supplies, the garrisons in other places only relied on their inventory for defense and could not get replenishment. , all of them are facing the dilemma of ammunition shortage. This is also the original intention of Dr. Ding to resolutely choose energy weapons to transform supernatural weapons. Supernatural power is a renewable resource. If fully utilized, it will weaken the dependence on live ammunition and greatly reduce the use of supernatural powers. Risk of injury from having to fight in close quarters.

As researchers, especially military weapons researchers, they enjoy a lot of rights as a matter of course. They stay in the base safely, have food, drink and shelter, and even their own safety is exchanged for countless lives. Dr. Ding is right. Improving weapons is the only thing they should do and can do.

The researcher pursed his lips vigorously, took a deep breath, and said to General Xu and Dr. Ding: "I dare not call the results a small step. I will call more technicians to improve weapons in batches. The research and development team is divided into two groups, and a few One puts an energy-conversion device in, a longer-range assault gun, and the rest continue to improve the conversion rate."

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Song Yichi and the others packed up after dinner, and it was already dark. Just as Lu Yun put down the rolling shutter door, there was a sudden sound of an engine outside, followed by the sound of the car door. He heard quite a few footsteps. He frowned and looked at the others. Shu Han was lying on the bed On the ground, he looked out from the bottom gap of the rolling shutter door and found that he recognized him. He got up and waved his hands: "It's okay, the middle-aged fat man's car in the morning."

There were three cars in total, and all the people in the car got off when they were refueling, and they seemed to be planning to stay overnight.Mr. Zhao was in the same car with his wife and son. The other car was also a middle-aged man with a bright, well-dressed young woman in high heels on his arm. The last car was supposed to be a bodyguard, all of whom were physically fit.

The child is 7 or 8 years old, he is full of energy and active. He was detained in the car for a whole day, almost suffocating to death. Now he heard that he was resting, and immediately ran around in the open space shouting. Zhao With a smile on her face, the wife looked at her lively son lovingly.Seeing this, the bodyguard immediately came over and reminded: "Madam, it's not safe here, please don't let the young master shout loudly."

Mrs. Zhao didn't care. All she cared about was whether her son was happy or not. She tilted her head and glanced at the bodyguard, and said angrily, "Don't talk about the child in the car all day, I feel uncomfortable. What's wrong with running before rest at night? Safety is yours to consider." Don't add to my child's problems."

The bodyguards couldn't help showing disapproving expressions, and quickly put them away. They were paid for their work, and the employer was the biggest.In fact, what he was worried about was not the zombies, but the people. The zombies in the service area had been killed, and they came in without hindrance. It was obvious that someone had been here before, but he didn't know if the stranger had left or where he was hiding. The bodyguards were secretly on guard.

Two of the other four bodyguards refueled the car, and the other two went to the convenience store to clean it up for the night.

"Quack, quack—" a small flock of crows flew through the air hoarsely.

"Ugly bird, I hate it—" the little boy was not convinced that their voices overwhelmed him, and started to fight, putting his hands around his mouth and shouting.

"Ga———" the crow was attracted by the sound, and changed to hovering. Some fell on tall poplar trees, and stopped calling.

"Wow, wow——" the little boy felt that he had frightened the crows, and he was overjoyed. He planned to take advantage of the victory and pursue it to frighten these ugly birds.

The bodyguard didn't expect him to turn his head to discuss the shift time with his companions. The young master could cause trouble so much. He ran back with a serious expression and asked Mrs. Zhao to stop the young master's nonsense. Yelling can get you into big, big trouble.

Mrs. Zhao turned her head abruptly, looked at the bodyguard with wide eyes, and said angrily, "What right do you have to order my child?"

"Ma'am, this is not an order, but for the safety of everyone." The bodyguard said impatiently.

"Don't scare me with everyone." Mrs. Zhao crossed her waist, pointed her right index finger on the bodyguard's chest, and sneered coldly, "Safe and safe, I will say this all day long. Why should I hire you? Is it for lunch? ?”

The bodyguard took a step back, opened the distance, and reminded respectfully: "If the employer insists on going his own way and refuses to listen to the arrangement, according to the contract, we will not be responsible for any safety problems."