Little Mushroom

Dungeon base, core area.

"Thank you for your assistance." The white officer took off his cap. "We thought the northern base would not come."

The most chaotic moment is over.

The sound of gunfire and explosions ceased, echoing only in the distance, and the ground was full of broken glass and instruments.

An officer was saying very quickly: "The condition for non-contact infection is that there is a spatial proximity to the monster! Clean up the corpse first!"

A gunshot followed, and the officer fell down, firing at an officer at the dungeon base.

"This is our judge." The white officer next to Lu Yan said: "After the fall of the base in Virginia, we followed suit and formed the trial court. For so many years, the trial court is like the base's patron saint."

A team of engineers, under the protection of soldiers, passed through the semi-collapsed steel arches and entered the pole for repairs.

Looking there, Lu Yan said, "How did you invade this time?"

"Strike. They come from a giant rain forest three hundred kilometers away, with only one purpose, to obtain human genes and occupy underground bases-you know, underground cities are warm and safe, and are the best place for living creatures."

"Why are they destroying the poles?"

"Human genes, thinking abilities, and knowledge are constantly leaking. We can only make such a guess. They already know a little. If they destroy the magnetic poles, humans will enter chaos, which is conducive to their offense."

"There are too many of them, and their strength is too great. Our lack of armaments, our research and development capabilities are also declining, and we cannot form fire suppression. As a last resort, we can only ask you for help." The officer rubbed his buttstock: "Why is the northern base still Is there such a rich stockpile of ammunition and thermonuclear weapons? Do you have a technological breakthrough? "

"Not yet," Lu said, taking off his blood-stained gloves, with a faint voice, answering the officer's question: "There are enough troops in the northern base. When fighting on the front line, you can use a quantity advantage to reduce weapon consumption."

"The situation is the opposite. The reason for the huge depletion of our base's armaments is the shortage of troops." White officers frowned.

"I see ... because of the battered rose incident," the officer didn't wait for Lu Yan to answer, but his eyes were complicated: "The northern base always seems to make some of these choices."

"I really admire your arbitrary behavior." Finally, he said.

Lu Yan suddenly looked up and looked in one direction. The place was a buffer zone, empty, and there were no buildings worth mentioning in the distance. The white officer realized that it was the direction of the northern base.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yan couldn't describe the feeling at that moment, as if something happened in that place.

"I may be going back," he said.

Northern base.

When Anzh was detained from the 22nd floor, he passed the hall. An hour ago, it was still a place with soothing music and a soft atmosphere, but now it was a mess. No one was walking. In the corner, a tea table collapsed and the glass fell. , The milk spilled on the ground, soaking a white dress tiled on the ground. There are some honey-colored things on this white dress, like fluff on the feet of bees.

"How many people have been infected?" The chief of the emergency response department shouted to the end of the communicator.

"Floor 22, 21, 20!" There was a harsh voice in the communicator: "All women in the Garden of Eden that meet the Rose Declaration standards, all staff, and embryos in most of the culture instruments on the 20th floor. There are also on other floors Part of it is being culled! "

The chief tightened his fingers and almost crushed the communicator.

The deputy said: "What now?"

"Clean up the scene, are you stupid?" The angered sergeant turned sharply, and the lieutenant stunned, but he turned not to the lieutenant, but to Anzhe.

Under the pale light, his face was as cold as a stone statue.

"What happened on the 22nd floor?" The sound fell into Anzhe's ears like a thunder, and his head hurt. The soldier who escorted him pressed him forward, and he felt the bones of his shoulders almost crushed.

The pain made him tremble slightly, and Anzhe lowered his eyelids.

"Mrs. Lu has mutated," he said.

"Where were you then?"

"... in front of her."

"Why does she mutate?" He yelled, "the water in the garden above the 20th floor does not leak. How can women here mutate?"

"A lot of years ago ... she was bitten by a bee once." An Zhe answered truthfully, the officer in front of him was violently terrified, he stepped back subconsciously, and was escorted by the soldiers to move forward.

"If she could mutate, she would have mutated!" The sergeant yanked the pistol from his waist.

"Colonel, calm down. The situation now--" the lieutenant trembled.

The icy muzzle slammed against Anzhe's temple.

"You want to speak for him?" The colonel on the neck of the colonel exploded. "I saw this man when I was transferred. He came from a lighthouse, not a person on the 22nd floor-didn't there be a bee sample before the lighthouse? I said earlier that the group of science lunatics were raising xenogeneity in the Twin Towers. Sooner or later, something would happen. They wanted the base to die just like the previous fusion group. "

The deputy said: "Are you going to contact the trial court?"

"There is no need for the trial court," the Colonel held the trigger, his voice was cold, "he cannot be separated from the infection."