dear zombie king

In the eighth year of the last days, the SSS-level special laboratory of the Messiah base.

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"Failed again."

A young researcher threw the needles used in the experiment into the trash can marked with a yellow warning symbol, and a completely zombified experimental subject was lying on the test bed beside him.

"Ho ho..."

The zombie bound by steel frantically hit the test bed with its head. It could no longer be called a human being—the blue skin of the corpse had already begun to fester, and pus and blood with a putrid smell flowed out. The teeth were protruding and sharp. One eyeball exploded, limbs convulsed, and his fingers stretched horribly.

The clothes on it were torn, but the logo on its chest was still intact. The white uniform was decorated with a golden cross pattern, which meant that it was a decent healer at the Messiah Base 3 minutes ago.

At the same time, another biosafety laboratory, formalin culture tank storage.

Under the dim and cold medical lights, dozens of formalin culture tanks exude a lifeless atmosphere in the dark green indicator lights.Relevant information is marked in the lower left corner of each culture tank, most of which are about the identity of the corpses in the culture tank.

[The chief commander of the Messiah base issued the order No. 07 of this month: Formalin No. 1 training tank, brain death plan execution]

The young researcher wrote in a pile of white paper filled with experimental data:

[Death Note: Failed to extract low-concentration serum in the body]

Holding the pen, his fingertips trembled unconsciously. The sound of panting in pain was similar to the roar of the zombies on the test bed when they went mad for a moment. He raised his eyes and penetrated the laboratory, as if he wanted to reach a place far away. .

"Brother Shen!"

In a dilapidated apartment, several adult men sat smoking together.

Every morning when the warning bell rings and before the mission starts, this steel box-like building is always filled with smoke, and the strong smell of tobacco makes people want to vomit, but for these tired superhumans, this seems to be a day the happiest time.

Before doing it differently, Shen Liang must have stood at the narrow vent and smoked silently.

"Yesterday's task was too tiring, why don't you stop calling him, anyway, there is still some time before the task is received."

The man sitting on the cardboard box frowned, staring at the burning cigarette in his hand, and sneered: "Those idiots, relying on their attack-type abilities and treating healing-type and defense-type abilities like dogs, really think they are Are you a superior person?"

"A few days ago it was Xiao Lu, and yesterday it was Shen Liang. Damn, do you really think we are easy to provoke?" The speaker had messy blond hair that had faded because it hadn't been dyed for a long time, and his eyes were ruthless, "Look at me One night, while the dogs were sleeping, they chopped off all of them."

Before the words fell, those people all laughed at the same time, as if venting some kind of extreme resentment in the unnecessary laughter, but there was no smile in their eyes.

Like space-type power users, healing-type power users don't have any special functions at the first level.The only general creation repair can only be used on oneself, so it is regarded as a milk shield with higher priority than defensive supernatural beings.

But the problem is that those with defensive abilities will gradually lose their pain sensation after their body strength increases, while those with healing abilities will not.

Lu Lin and the others smiled, not noticing a person standing behind the steel shelf.The man was wearing a blood-stained shirt, the white uniform over the shirt, and the golden cross pattern on the chest was exactly the same as that of the group.

This is a dormitory for the healing department.

"Let's not talk about those unlucky things, let's talk about something new." Lu Lin dusted off the cigarette, "I heard that there will be an auction in the central area tonight, do you want to go and see it after the mission is over?"

"The first black gold auction?" Fang Guyun said vaguely, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, "I heard that you can only use crystal cores and points to bid for the auction. Every time the mission ends, the crystal cores are snatched away by attack-type abilities. How can you grab those crystal core rewards from those big shots?"

"Who said we were going to rob those big shots? Don't compare all our savings with those people's interests, okay? We can eat some bone scum, and hope that we can really take pictures of good things. Let me tell you, today's Central District Open for one night, there are a lot of people going to the auction, fish and dragons are mixed, and there is money to buy—it depends on whether you can get that life back!"

For the first black gold auction, the mysterious merchant chose the only unofficial base among the three major bases—the Messiah Base as the host venue.That merchant grew rapidly in the first year of the end of the world, and has long since become a well-known figure. It is said that his trading network has spread all over the world. Regardless of whether it is an occupied area or a safe area, as long as he can get the number of crystal nuclei he wants , there is nothing he cannot give you.

In this way, it should be the second year of the last days.

Rust, stench... The gloomy and hopeless air and dilapidated metal structures are a completely different world from the cultivation tank filled with formalin.

Shen Liang looked down at his hand, and slowly clenched his ten fingers with distinct joints, until the pain suddenly became sharper, leaving deep or shallow bloodstains on the palm, and then he came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream .

He was reborn.

Still at such a critical time.

"Brother Shen, are you awake? I'm planning to call you."

Lu Lin saw the person behind the shelf sharply, turned his eyes, stood up from the cardboard box and walked towards Shen Liang, as if he wanted to say something, but was taken aback by Shen Liang's abnormal expression.

"...What, what's wrong?"

Shen Liang stared at him, his eyes made his hair stand on end.

"What's the matter? Brother Shen, why don't you come out for a cigarette? It's time to accept the task." Fang Guyun put out the cigarette, took out a handful of Colts from the iron cabinet next to the shelf, and put it in the side of his leg. In the holster of the gun, a few individually packaged antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs were put into the pocket of the uniform jacket.

"It's nothing, I'm sorry, I just had a nightmare." Shen Liang controlled his gaffe, patted Lu Lin on the shoulder, and walked towards the vent.

"There is no mission today, you go, don't wait for me."

Fang Guyun glanced at him suspiciously: "How can you change the nutritional supplements if you don't have a mission? Do you still have enough savings?"

"He has been promoted to a second-level power user! Do you need to eat radish and worry about it? Now you can get two crystal nuclei every month when you lie down, and you may go to the central area someday. Working outside?"

"Wang Peng, what are you talking about?" Fang Guyun held back his disgusted look, "We are all roommates, why are you so eccentric?"

"Did I offend you to be honest? Besides, I said that Shen Liangfei and Huang Tengda are none of your business, you are his little wife, you speak for him like this—"

Fang Guyun blushed furiously, and couldn't figure out why Wang Peng would say such humiliating words because they were all roommates.

Shen Liang took a cursory glance at the initially established inner city and the devastated outer city through the air vent, and walked back after confirming that it was indeed the situation in the early days of the end of the world.

He walked up to Fang Guyun, pulled out the Colt from the holster covered by his white uniform, put the muzzle of the gun unceremoniously against Wang Peng's eyebrows, and said condescendingly: "If you can't learn to respect people, I don't mind helping you end this precarious life."

The speed of his shooting is too fast, it is no less than those attacking supernatural powers with speed bonus, the muscles under the shirt are tight and stretched, and there is always a gentle smile on his always gentle face , but it makes people feel cold all over for no reason.

This Wang Peng, death is not a pity.

"Shen, Shen Liang... Don't think that you can do whatever you want after upgrading, the base regulations say, say..."

Shen Liang looked at this face, and really wanted to shoot him down like this.

But he was right.Article No. 11 of the Resident Regulations of the Messiah Base: Do not fight privately, and do not arbitrarily deprive others of their lives.

Although it seems that those hypocritical regulations are a bunch of jokes, if they are easily broken, they will undoubtedly cause a lot of unnecessary troubles.

The most urgent task is to find the snow wolf.

"Brother Shen, put the gun down, he will say a few words, I'm fine..."

In the last days, there are always many ways to vent people's malice and hostility. These ways are no longer bound by the law, and the bottom line of morality has become a talking point for people to laugh at.

The desperation and powerlessness of being in the last days will make people extra sensitive and irritable. Desire, jealousy, greed, and unwillingness are always magnified infinitely. The comrades who called you brothers and sisters one moment may be backstabbed the next moment, let alone A bullying person like Wang Peng.

In the C-209 dormitory, Shen Liang is the only second-level healer with supernatural powers, but because of his gentle personality, he never loses his temper and smiles at everyone. He is known as a single healer angel.Although Fang Guyun was popular when he formed a team of supernatural beings by virtue of his excellent general creation restoration and coordinated combat marksmanship, his character is too soft, and he chooses to swallow everything he encounters.

People like them are undoubtedly the easiest to bully in the last days.

"Wang Peng." Shen Liang put his index finger on the trigger, and focused his eyes on Wang Peng's pale, sweaty face, "I don't blame you for the excessive behavior you have done before, but you have to try being such a disgusting person again. .You also know that the base has no shortage of first-level healing abilities, especially disgusting ones like you."

"Guyun, let's go."

Colt was put back into the holster, Shen Liang took out the weapon from his locker, took anti-inflammatory drugs and some nutritional supplements into the medical bag, and went out with Fang Guyun.

The moment the door of the dormitory was closed, the sullen expression on Wang Peng's face couldn't help but burst: "Haha... Damn Shen Liang, son of a bitch, don't you look down on first-level healers? Fuck, Lu Lin, did you hear that bastard, sooner or later he will kneel down and lick my shoes!"

Lu Lin was also stunned, but he didn't listen to the words that came out of Wang Peng's dirty mouth, but was shocked by the nutritional supplements that Shen Liang brought out - four, enough for a single person to last a week without eating or drinking .

The supernatural beings who go out on missions generally don't bring so much nutrition. In the last days, that is a hard currency that is harder than cigarettes.

The author says:

开文撒花！感谢小天使的支持！今天评论的小天使会收到菜咕咕的小红包一个哦(｀-ω-`)感谢在2022-01-2415:21:49~2022-01-3014:17:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: never return 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!