Biohazard Empire II

The mutants in Salvation City who had not had time to escape were all captured by the Transformed Corps of the Sichuan Fortress at this time. Even the broken bodies were dug out from the ruins by the Transformed, like a treasure. Treasure it and prepare to get it to the Institute of Biotechnology in Sichuan Fortress in exchange for supplies.

The unique genes in the mutants have made their bodies the most precious property in the eyes of ordinary people! Even in the official market of Sichuan Fortress, there are special mutants for sale! These mutants who are treated as commodities all have a name that makes people not think of their human identity-alien species. It seems that changing a name can offset the guilt of cannibalism in disguised form...

Some of the "alien species" sold are living people, some are corpses, and more are parts of limbs dismantled from the body. An arm, a leg, a finger, a piece of meat, an eyeball... These things mostly come from the hands of those "alien hunters". As long as they are tested by a specific instrument and prove that these flesh and blood really contain heterogeneous genes, then Able to sell at a high price.

I don't know how many ordinary people with high weight and wealth, as well as those transforming people who will never be satisfied, want to obtain the genetic power contained in them, and then further enhance their combat effectiveness. It is said that this method is the fastest way to improve one's combat effectiveness. The most powerful fighters among the major human fortresses are generally high-ranking figures such as city lord or head of government. The power in their hands allows them to enjoy more resources and thus gain stronger power.

Those who are the strongest do not know how many mutant genes they have absorbed, and it is conceivable that they are powerful.

Before the Salvation Alliance was annihilated, the mutants were in an equally miserable situation, but after all, there was still a place where they could get shelter. Even in other places on the Red Star Land, the mutants in the northeast, southeast and other places thousands of kilometers away from the Salvation Alliance, when they hear the news of the Salvation Alliance, they will feel the warmth in their hearts. Salvation City and its lord Long Ran are the spiritual sustenance of these mutants. And now, their last hope is completely shattered. All I can rely on is my own thin strength.

Above the Red Star, the dark age of mutants has come completely...

The governments of all the remaining forces tore off the original fig leaf and began to publicly apprehend the "different species". In the publicity, they raised this kind of arrest to the height of saving all mankind. First of all, "alien" is actually a monster that can turn into a zombie at any time. Second, the genes in a different species can stimulate the genes of four ordinary people at the same time, creating four powerful warriors. Whether it is from the perspective of human security or from the perspective of "cost-effectiveness", arresting mutants has become a matter of course.

The most important thing is not the ability of mutants, but their immunity to T virus...

Thousands of alien hunters set off from major fortresses and plunged into the wilderness like a swarm of bees, throwing into the ruins, looking for mutants that have become "human gold". After the first wave of slave hunting, there was a second wave of hunting of the same kind...

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The thunderous rain last night stopped in the early morning, and the world was full of the smell of damp earth, with the fragrance of grass. Although the black curtain in the sky still exists, in the eyes of many people, the sky at this time seems to be a little brighter. Even the activities of those mutant beasts became less obvious.

In a corner of the steel city ruins, in a well-preserved building, thousands of soldiers had already emptied the entire building and stationed in. After a night of trekking, they were all extremely exhausted at this time. After eating a little, they all fell to the ground and fell asleep.

They are really exhausted. Not only physical exhaustion, but also mental exhaustion. Those mutant fighters were almost completely disappointed in the whole world, they didn't know where they were going. And how much hope is there in the hearts of ordinary soldiers? Fortunately, Richemont brought them a miracle and brought them a glimmer of hope.

At this moment in the zombie lair, far away from the pursuit of compatriots, while Richemont blocked those zombies in the distance, surrounded by companions who can rely on each other, these soldiers completely relaxed their tight heartstrings and entered In the dream. Many people have not slept so sweetly since the outbreak of Resident Evil.

On the roof of the building, one person and one dog sit in one corner, quietly looking at the ruins of the ruined steel city.

Heads of zombies were wandering on the weedy street, just like Richemont had just arrived here a few months ago. The huge black chimneys still stood there, but they looked lifeless, none of the Zergs were seen, and they didn't know where they went. Even a few black chimneys fell slantingly there, revealing traces of scorching. Obviously, it was struck by lightning and caught fire in yesterday's thunderstorm, and it finally became like this.

In the ruins of the entire steel city, Richemont did not feel the breath of high-level zombies. Obviously, since the last time he was upset by himself, the zombies in the ruins of the steel city have been quite depressed, and they have not evolved a new ruler.

Here, Richemont can be said to be completely capable of dominating the king, because after the ordinary zombies are controlled by his mental pulse, there will be no resistance at all. And those high-level zombies and Zerg were nowhere to be seen at this time. The ruins of the steel city are arguably the best hiding place for Richemont and his soldiers.

"Huh—" Er Gouzi exhaled a puff of cigarette, took another puff, looked at the distant street, and asked Richemont, "What are you going to do next?"

Richemont smiled bitterly and said: "What should I do? I don't know what to do..." What to do now has become the biggest problem that bothers him. Originally, when he led the crowd to come here, he didn't think much about it. He just wanted to survive here. As for how to go next, Richemont hadn't thought about it yet.

Although he still has three thousand brothers following him, there is a sense of loneliness in his heart at this time. These wandering and fugitives have no other friends except themselves. All you can rely on is your own strength and luck. God knows, if such a small amount of people will encounter the corpse flood, and then be quickly resolved...

The world is so big that there seems to be no place for them to stay. What should we do next? Can't really cooperate with zombies...

Er Gouzi grinned, smiled secretly, and said, "Are you interested in meeting someone...no, an angel?"

Episode Three Angel Age