The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

After listening to Wan Tao's words, the researchers whose skins were scratched by zombies turned around and ran away.

Just breathing, Wan Tao, who was still talking just now, has come to them, the machete in his hand raised.

"Wait a moment."

The girl's tone was cold and warm, but Wan Tao's movements couldn't go down.

He looked at the woman who had no sense of existence, and a sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

"Injured by zombies, there are two situations. How do you know that they will not become power users."

The question is very acute. Aya Qingxuan doesn't want to meddle in her own business, but it's very uncomfortable to be basking in the sun all the time.

Gao Ying's heart that had been tense was relieved, and he echoed: "Yes, at least wait until they get through this observation period, anyway, it is a life, how can you just kill it like this!"

Wan Tao frowned, and when the murderous aura on his body was taken away, the coercion slowly left.

He looked at Ling Qingxuan and finally compromised, "Okay, then wait."

Gao Ying found that this person didn't listen to him at all!

The surviving personnel of the supernatural team and the research institute boarded the bus.

A few frightened weak chickens rested in the back, with the main staff sitting in the middle.

Because Wan Tao showed his strength, the people present did not dare to object to him, and HD was also a little afraid, but he wanted him to be his servant and protect her.

"drink water?"

The man has a mellow voice, his skin is a healthy wheat color, and his hands look strong.

Wan Tao handed over the water bottle, but Ling Qingxuan ignored it and looked out the window with cold eyes.

"Brother Wantao, I'm also a little thirsty. If Professor Lin doesn't want to drink, can you give it to me?"

HD blinked her watery eyes, Wan Tao just glanced at it, "There's it over there."

HD:  …

The post-apocalyptic world is a barren land. On the land outside the window, no grass grows, not even animals.

If you want to survive in this world, you must either rely on the strong or become the strong yourself.

Wan Tao looked at the girl's ice-like face, took a sip of water, and asked tentatively, "Are you also a power user?"

Ling Qingxuan wanted to cut him with the spirit sword.

In the original plot, you took away the crystal core of the original owner, so close, did you give this seat a head?

The indifference of the other party did not dampen Wan Tao's enthusiasm. After all, he had noticed at the time that when he wanted to kill, she was stopped by her.

He smiled and said, "When you return to the headquarters, a test will be conducted. If your ability is very powerful, you can still rise in rank."

To be a professor in this small place should be very embarrassing, Bingberg Beauty, maybe you want better.

"Can you be a minister?"

The girl suddenly questioned and stopped Wan Tao.

He was a little embarrassed, "The minister may not be able to do it, the research institute..."

"Oh."

The girl interrupted coldly and did not speak.

It is better to be a minister than to be promoted, or simply rob the headquarters.

As zombies, we need to have a great ideal.

[...] The host finally has lofty ideals, but why can't I be happy.

There was a brief silence in the car, and after a while, someone introduced their team's capabilities, how powerful the headquarters' defense organization was, and told them to go to the headquarters in the future.

It takes three days to go to the headquarters. During this time, Wan Tao will give Ling Qingxuan something to eat from time to time.

We are zombies, do not eat!

Every time she didn't answer, she was asked by HD.

Wan Tao didn't say anything at all. The power user was already strong and strong, and he was fine if he didn't eat or drink for a few days.

...

"Number 0502, dequeue."

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and everything around was cut off by iron gates.

A dozen or so researchers wore protective suits and could only see their faces under the transparent masks.

As the sound of the broadcast came, the huge cultivation cabin opened, white smoke appeared around it, and slender legs came out.

Going up, it's just an adult boy, wearing a thin piece of cloth, which is wide, but can't hide his exposed frailty.

The boy's chin was slightly pointed, he looked unusually thin, his tightly pursed lips were extremely pale, and his pale eyes drooped slightly, like a pool of stagnant water, calm.

"Hand out." A row of researchers stood in front of him, giving him instructions.

Like a puppet, the young man raised his arm, and it was blue and purple, and there were many traces of pinholes.

The researchers found a place that had not been pierced, took out a long needle, and stabbed it in.

Under the dark ink, the boy's eyes moved slightly, without blinking.

After the blood was drawn, a handful of medicine was placed in front of him, "Take it."

The boy reached out to take it, and put it in his mouth with a blank expression.

Everything went according to plan, without any surprises.

This is the underground research institute of the headquarters, and experimental subjects are sent from all over the country every once in a while.

The researchers will do various tests for them, and then put them in the culture cabin to analyze the body data. Every few days, they will come to draw blood for testing and supplement drugs.

The last batch of experimental subjects were sent half a year ago. They thought they could survive, but the experiment failed. They died of madness and self-mutilation.

This batch was sent three months ago. It is still in the experimental stage and can only be observed.

"No. 0502, enlisted."

After the process is completed, the researchers record on the board in their hands, and then go to the next incubation chamber.

The teenager returned to the training cabin, and the cabin door slowly closed.

With half the time left, the boy's deep eyes moved slightly and he squatted down.

"Warning! Warning! Entry failed! Entry failed!"

The radio sounded the alarm, and the chirping sound resounded throughout the underground institute.

The researcher hurriedly asked: "What's going on?"

"Number 0502 ran away! Catch him!"

The young man's figure was as fast as a small beast, rushing to the place where the emergency was closed.

The researcher guarding the door stepped forward to stop it, but the action was hindered by the strict protective clothing.

Before the emergency exit was closed, the boy leaned back while running and slipped out from the bottom.

"Pull up the siren at headquarters!"

"Don't let the test subjects escape!"

The footsteps were chaotic, the emergency entrance was reopened, and the personal information of No. 0502 was put on the big screen in the headquarters, and all personnel could be arrested!

...

"This is the headquarters? It's so big and beautiful!"

Looking at this majestic building in HD, there is light in his eyes.

Finally got out of that **** place.

In the future, she will take root here and live a life that others envy.

These three days, they all bumped in the car, and when they arrived at their destination, many people were excited.

This is, on the huge screen hanging above the headquarters, a message of a young man appeared, and then the screen displayed his current position.

Headquarters door?

Aya Qingxuan got out of the car, feeling a little dizzy.

The driver must have been bribed by HD to be so steep on purpose.

But how can the big guy show discomfort.

She had just walked a few steps, looked up, and saw a young man rushing toward him. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, but plunged into her arms.

Aya Qingxuan, who had just stood firm, was thrown to the ground by him!