Zombies don't need to rest

With the help of Jiang Yang, this man lived until the 119th year of the Cataclysm Era before he died.

And if there is no accident, he will be the last person who has directly injected the first-generation medicine.

after his death.

There is no one in the Federation who has directly injected the first-generation genetic modification medicine.

Unlike the Guo family, although two generations of the Wang family have been injected with the first-generation drug, in fact, this family has no descendants of the first-generation genetic modification drug.

Wang Chengkang's great-grandfather had a child when he injected the medicine, and his grandfather also had a child when he injected the medicine.

So it is amazing that although this family seems to be the descendants of the first generation of medicine, they are the same existence as the Guo family, but in fact they are among the descendants of the first generation of medicine, who have not been affected by the first generation of medicine at all.

So the Wang family had some unique experiences.

The first two generations survived the doomsday and dark ages completely.

Especially Wang Chengkang's grandfather.

He was only three years old when the cataclysm happened, and then in AD 39, when he was already 42 years old, he was injected with the potion.

In the end, he lived abruptly until the 119th year of the cataclysmic era.

His long life span brought him a unique life experience.

When he met Jiang Yang, he did not hesitate to choose to stand with this zombie who came from the old era.

Wang Chengkang's father was born in the 38th year of the Cataclysm Era.

At the age of 20, that is, the year Jiang Yang officially "woke up", he began to follow Jiang Yang.

Although this child is very capable in all aspects, the only thing he doesn't care about is getting married and having children. His sobriety almost makes Jiang Yang suspect that he is not pointing him out, but directly enlightening him.

Of course, Jiang Yang would not force this kind of thing, so although he was a little worried, he didn't say much.

But who would have thought that this guy suddenly became interested when he was about 60 years old. After meeting a woman who came to the No. [-] Base City to perform a mission in the Oasis Project, he quickly established a relationship with her.

After working hard for more than a year, Wang Chengkang was directly brought out.

Since then, Jiang Yang has suspected that even though these survivors from the old era had not been injected with genetic modification agents, they were actually still evolving.

By the time Wang Chengkang completed his training under his father's full guidance and his own help from time to time, it was already the 119th year of the Era of Cataclysm.

After bidding farewell to Wang Chengkang's grandfather, Jiang Yang wanted to return to the factory in No. 11 base city, so he handed it over to Wang Chengkang and his son.

Then until 162, Jiang Yang received a call from Wang Chengkang, saying that his father had passed away.

That was the last time Jiang Yang secretly left the factory and entered Base City No. [-].

Came to attend Wang Chengkang's father's funeral.

The story of the Wang family, except for themselves and Jiang Yang, no one can explain clearly.

So when Jiang Yang saw the "end of life" elegiac couplet sent by the Federation in the mourning hall.

He began to question what the genetic modification agent had modified.

An "old human" who has not been injected with genetic modification drugs has become the famous "long-lived new human" at the age of 124.

Did this modification work?

Once relevant doubts arise, more and more problems begin to be discovered under Jiang Yang's deliberate attention.

When you have a lot of thoughts.

Suddenly there was a sound in the room.

Wang Chengkang walked out of the bedroom with his white hair in his hands.

The hangover just made his mind a little cloudy.

When he noticed Jiang Yang who was making breakfast in the kitchen, he hurried over: "Brother Yang, you are a guest, so I can't let you cook."

He took Jiang Yang's hand and pressed him on the sofa, then kicked open the door of his son's room.

He yelled at the 72-year-old Wang Shilu inside: "You son of a bitch, go to heaven, what time is it and you still not getting up?"

Wang Shilu jumped up from the bed like a carp, and looked at the door vigilantly.

When he saw that it was his father and Jiang Yang, he stretched his waist and stretched his muscles like a cheetah: "It's only five o'clock, okay, don't you still have morning exercises, I can cook now."

A howling wind came.

Wang Shilu quickly lowered his head to avoid the slippers thrown by his father.

Wang Chengkang stared and said loudly: "What's wrong at five o'clock, don't you know if there are any guests at home? You also asked Brother Yang to cook for you. How old are you, huh?"

Jiang Yang patted him on the shoulder helplessly: "Okay, it's okay for the child to sleep a little longer, besides, I've prepared all the meals."

Looking at Wang Shilu who was a little dazed in the room, he smiled and said, "Come out and eat some, you also know that I have completely lost my sense of taste, I don't know if it will taste bad."

Wang Chengkang said in a low voice: "That's why I said Brother Yang shouldn't be allowed to do it."

Jiang Yang rolled his eyes: "I'm still clear about the ratio of seasonings, the hands from the factory won't make mistakes, don't worry."

The Wang family father and son sat at the dining table looking at each other, Jiang Yang sat opposite them and said with a smile, "Try it."

Just as Wang Shilu was about to refuse, he took a slap from his own father.

Reluctantly, he took a mouthful of vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth.

Wang Chengkang looked at him and asked curiously, "How is it?"

Wang Shilu said blankly, "I didn't taste it."

Then he put another chopstick into his mouth and chewed it, with an ugly expression on his face: "It seems a bit bitter."

Wang Chengkang put the dish in front of him with a smile: "Oh, it's better to be bitter, go to the fire, come on, you are still growing, eat more."

Wang Shilu said without raising his head, "Dad, I'm 72, and I've never heard of anyone in their 70s who grows tall."

"boom"

Wang Chengkang kicked his chair and said, "I am your father. I said that you can grow as long as you can. Come, try this."

Wang Shilu looked at the newly pushed dish in front of him, put a chopstick into his mouth without saying a word, and then frowned: "This is too sour."

Wang Chengkang glanced cautiously at Jiang Yang who was opposite him.

Finding that his expression didn't change, he pushed all the leftover dishes in front of Wang Shilu, and said with a smile: "Well, brother Yang, I still need to do morning exercises, why don't I eat it later?"

Jiang Yang smiled and nodded: "Okay, but are you sure you don't want to try it?"

Wang Chengkang shook his head with a smile and said, "Let's say goodbye."

But the time he shook his head happened to see his son eating food quickly without looking up.

While stuffing his mouth full, he said: "Well, Dad, believe me, this one is not very tasty, this one is not very good either, oops, this one is not washed clean."

Jiang Yang couldn't help laughing.

Wang Chengkang picked up his chopsticks suspiciously and took a bite of the half of the food on the plate.

Then he looked at Jiang Yang with embarrassment: "Brother Yang, you are so skilled."

When he wanted to try a few other dishes, he saw Wang Shilu jumping up from the chair with a full belch, and cupped his hands at Jiang Yang: "Yang, hiccup~, I have to go to work first, come over when I have time Find me for tea, and drink you in the evening."

Looking at Wang Chengkang who was about to get angry.

He pulled off his work clothes from the hanger at the door and put them on over the pajamas, and fiddled with his hair twice: "Dad, you can take Brother Yang around more, hiccup~ just leave the housework to me, then what, I Let's go first, goodbye."

After speaking, he directly pushed open the door and hiccupped and ran away.

Wang Chengkang looked at the clean plate, and looked up at Jiang Yang helplessly.

Jiang Yang spread his hands: "Don't look at me, you haven't eaten the rice I cooked because there were few ingredients available in the past, and now the conventional ingredients are almost grown. If you go to the NO.11 base city, I can make it for you. There are more tricks to come, and we have professional chefs there."

Wang Chengkang put away the plate and stuffed it into the washing machine and said curiously: "Has the NO.11 base city reached this point?"

Jiang Yang stood up with a smile: "Actually, it's always been good, but there are too many people, and the locals can't supply it, and they won't sell it. The place is too far away, and people from the Federation don't want to go, so these things are not spread much. It has come out, of course, it has only been successfully planted in recent years, and it is not too late for you to eat."

He watched Wang Chengkang close the door, and asked with a smile, "You're over 110 years old, and you still want to try your hand at it?"

Wang Chengkang nodded: "No matter what, I will be your driver. If it's too bad, I'm afraid my father won't agree."

He reached out and pressed a hidden switch at the door, and after passing the verification, he opened a cover at the door, and there were steps below.

The two walked down the steps, the cover was closed, and what appeared in front of them was a room of about fifty square meters.

Jiang Yang took off his clothes to reveal the white shirt underneath.

Smiling to Wang Chengkang who walked to the weapon rack, he said, "That's still the old rule. For 15 minutes, the weapon will be random. If you hit me, you will pass the test."

"boom"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chengkang fired, but Jiang Yang's figure had disappeared in place.

Subconsciously squatting down and rolling over, feeling the cold wind flashing past the back of his head, Wang Chengkang turned the muzzle of the gun and clamped the barrel with his creaking socket and pulled the trigger.

"boom"

Jiang Yang's voice came: "Slow down."

Wang Chengkang looked at Jiang Yang who was hanging upside down from the ceiling by his limbs: "Come again."

Intensive gunfire sounded again.

In the not-so-spacious room, black shadows swam quickly around.

Wang Chengkang rolled and jumped around the weapon rack quickly, avoiding Jiang Yang's occasional sneak attack, while trying his best to lock his position.

Jiang Yang squinted his eyes and looked down at Wang Chengkang, who was gradually adapting to the speed.

After changing the rhythm again and finding that he still almost hit himself, he changed his attack method with a smile.

At the same time, a reminder was issued: "Compared to mutated animals and zombies, mutated plants actually attack more strangely, but the strength and speed have not changed, but there are more tricks, so be careful."

Wang Chengkang fired several shots while he was talking but missed Jiang Yang.

Seeing him breathing evenly and becoming alert again, Jiang Yang squinted his eyes and stretched out a hand, and slammed it out like a whip, and quickly twitched when he was close to Wang Chengkang's side.

"Snapped"

A loud sound sounded, Wang Chengkang shot quickly but missed nothing, and the loud sound made his heart a little uncomfortable.

"Snapped"

There was another loud sound, and he clearly felt as if his heartbeat missed a beat.

A light flashed in the corner of his eyes, Wang Chengkang shot without hesitation, then drew his knife and slammed towards the left.

There was no sound, Jiang Yang withdrew his hand temporarily, and Wang Chengkang took the opportunity to throw the knife in his hand at the shadow on his side.

The short knife drew an arc in the air, and Wang Chengkang watched the black shadow flashing past the corner and shot quickly.

At this moment, he subconsciously squatted down.

But it was still a step too late, he was kicked in the back by Jiang Yang, and he rolled out.

Even so, he rolled and fired quickly.

Looking at Wang Chengkang after dodging the bullet, Jiang Yang said silently in his heart: "This physical fitness and reaction ability are much stronger than those who inject genetic modification drugs among their peers."

"If you have a gun, the first generation of zombies in the early stage of the catastrophe may not be able to get a bargain. If you have twenty, you will have a chance to escape the first wave of zombies and build a temporary shelter."

After a quick measurement, he came to a judgment: "Even if Wang Chengkang at this age is placed in the early days of the end of the world, he can kill brother chicken alone."

That is to say, it is equivalent to the fighting power of a zombie that has just mutated and has not eaten more than twice its body weight.

You know, Wang Chengkang is 118 years old this year.

ps

Tinnitus, as if hearing the whispers of the ancient gods.

168 Do you dare to question?

Federal Academy of Sciences.

The former dean Liu Tang is sitting in his office.

Looking at the characters flashing on the screen, he quickly tapped the screen a few times, and saw that the last few resumes that had been screened were also passed by him, and after sending an interview notice to the other party, he switched to another interface.

On the new interface is a task list.