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- Chapter 56 Farewell
Haosen is a person who likes fantasy.
Whenever he saw those pretty girls on the street wearing short skirts and stiletto heels, with their buttocks and breasts twitching back and forth, he always felt a rush of passion and excitement.
Of course, what we are referring to here is him more than a hundred years ago. At that time, Howson was young, arrogant, and confident, and he also liked drugs and nightlife. Bars and nightclubs have become an integral part of his daily life.
Like most men¡¯s final outcome, Haosen got married. A few years later, I had a lively and lovely son. But he still hasn't changed, and he still fantasizes about his wife looking like Audrey at any time. Hepburn is as beautiful as Marilyn. Monroe was as sexy as ever, imagining that one day she would suddenly become a lover of the public, be madly pursued by countless beautiful girls, take the initiative to devote herself to them, and come and go as soon as they were called.
This may be a fantasy that every normal man has. This is especially true for Haosen, who is strong and possesses almost unlimited energy. But reality and fantasy are different after all. Without enough money, fantasy can never become reality.
He will always remember the day when he transformed from a commoner to a god. Or should I say, the day I signed a contract with the devil, Satan, to sell my soul.
"Your genes are different from ordinary people. If you are willing to join us and receive the injection, you can get everything you dream of."
Two huge suitcases were placed on the table, filled with stacks of brand-new banknotes that smelled of ink. Haosen, who had no ability to resist at all, rolled up his sleeves on the spot, and took the initiative to accept everything in the excitement and enthusiasm full of sexual fantasies.
He became a parasite.
He never thought about what this meant to him.
He got everything he wanted. Lots of money, countless beauties.
He also unexpectedly discovered that he also possessed powerful power that far exceeded that of ordinary people.
The first time he killed someone, he experienced the dual stimulation of excitement and fear. When his brain cooled down from the bloody fever, he suddenly discovered that having all this didn't seem as good as he imagined. He has become a complete monster.
The day before the nuclear war broke out, Howson and all his family members were arranged to enter an underground shelter.
That was the beginning of all nightmares.
They stayed in the deep and dark underground for ninety years.
My wife is getting older day by day, and my son is also growing up. Only Haosen remained unchanged. He was still the same as when he received the injection at the age of thirty-four, handsome, strong, and full of endless energy.
The first to die was Haosen¡¯s father. When the stiff old corpse was pushed into the crematorium and eventually turned into powdery ashes, Haosen finally realized what fear was.
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This situation is not unique to him. All parasitic families who enter underground shelters have the same separation and death that they must face.
They have no choice. A virus injected into the body cannot work on everyone. According to the explanation of the asylum manager, they were selected from hundreds of millions of people across the United States through genetic matching and blood sample screening to find the most suitable virus-producing groups to receive injections.
Mother, father-in-law, sister More and more urns were placed on the coffin table in the room, and more and more photos of the deceased were posted on the wall Finally, the white-haired wife also lay on the bed, wailing. Accompanied by the crying Haosen, he exhausted the last energy of his body.
He began to care for his son meticulously. That was his only living relative in the world. However, he was ultimately unable to reverse the normal physiological limits of human beings - his eighty-nine-year-old son still died.
When he got the last urn, he didn¡¯t cry.
He was very envious of his dead relatives. At least, they are normal and can reunite in another world. And I can only stay on a planet full of radiation forever, living like a monster.
The only remaining hope in his heart is the day when the external radiation index drops to a level that humans can bear and he returns to the surface from the underground.
When the heavy steel door of the shelter slowly rose, Haosen frantically rushed into the nearest ruins of the city, tearing apart the bodies of hundreds of mutants in the most brutal way. Amid the broken pieces of flesh and the smelly liquid, he once again regained the feeling of rebirth.
On the ground of the shelter, a city belonging to the parasites was built. The most powerful parasite is selected by the administrator as the city lord. It is said that there are no cities like this on earth.Hundreds of seats.
The outside world is full of dirty mutant creatures, the descendants of those who survived the nuclear war, and a large number of humans who are called the "new generation" by the administrators.
That is a synthetic life form produced quantitatively using artificial insemination technology, based on the sperm bank reserved before the war, and using asexual reproduction methods. As early as twenty-five years after the end of the nuclear war, the first synthetic humans began to be released around the world. They possess the technological memories of pre-war humans, but are forced to struggle to survive in a land full of radiation and nothing.
In the words of the administrator: "They are all sinners among mankind. Although they can continue their lives in the Doomsday Judgment, they must re-find their own way of survival in a world full of darkness and radiation. Parasites It¡¯s different. You are the elite people selected by God. The city you live in is the legendary Eden.¡±
Haosen didn¡¯t know how many such synths were put into it, and he was indifferent to it. All he knows is that he is stronger than any synthetic human and can enjoy all kinds of rich offerings without restraint. Because, even for the most powerful ninth-level evolved people among humans, their overwhelming power is enough to destroy everything they own.
This is the only joy he has left in this world.
Lin Xiang sat quietly on a stone, as if there was a blazing fire burning crazily in his heart, but he could not release it. He could only suppress it and endure it, holding it on the verge of exploding. Only the last layer could be touched lightly. The weak barrier that was broken was struggling to prevent the anger that might break out of control at any time.
Based on all kinds of intelligence known in the old era, it is not difficult to tell that the virus crisis and nuclear war that destroyed the world are all the conspiracy masterpieces of the "Skull Knights".
They seem to want to create a new world.
Kill all human beings and create a new race of the same kind to replace them. While inheriting the civilization of the predecessors, they also deprive the human world of the last memory. It used the most barbaric means to destroy the polluted environment of the old world, and allowed the radiation-filled earth to once again create a new natural balance while waiting quietly.
Everything is full of contradictory paradoxes, but it is logical and logical.
It's like using a sharp oil painting knife to dance wildly on the canvas covered with various colors, ruthlessly scraping off the thick blocks of accumulated paint, revealing the pale background of the canvas, and then dipping the brush into the already prepared The fresh paint was carefully applied to the peeled-off blank space to outline a new outline.
Lin Xiang stood up silently and picked up a beautifully crafted black leather suitcase from beside the burning car wreckage.
This was Haosen¡¯s thing. When the overturned car body fell on him, he didn¡¯t forget to throw it out of his hand.
He twisted off the copper lock on the door of the box and lifted the lid. What was revealed in front of him were dozens of glass test tubes pinned to the foam anti-collision layer and with various types of labels on the surface. The dark red viscous liquid sloshed back and forth in the transparent tube wall, as if ready to rush out from the tightly plugged mouth at any time, polluting the white snow into a shocking color of death.
"What's this?"
Lin Xiang took out a test tube labeled "Twilight Ruins, Blood Sample of Target 6" and approached Haosen.
"Samples, blood samples collected from various mutated organisms by Sosibia Company in accordance with the requirements of the Knights."
Haosen struggled and leaned his body against the burned-out part of the car wreckage, trying to reduce the pain caused by the wound. Breathing heavily, he said: "Not only Sothbia, but also new humans or the descendants of survivors from the old era, must rely on the Knights to get the necessary scientific and technological assistance to continue to survive. Of course, they will maintain a certain degree of independence. Collecting samples is only one aspect of mutual cooperation. They cannot refuse and cannot interrupt this relationship. Without the Knights, any human organization in the new generation can only rediscover things that others already know in the midst of ignorance and barbarism."
"What's the use of collecting these samples?" Lin Xiang stared at Haosen, but his mind couldn't help but think of all the parasites he had come into contact with before the nuclear war broke out.
Mark, Chris, Oliver, Berg At that time, their mission was also to collect samples. Although nearly a century has passed, the mission goals of the Skeleton Knights seem to have remained unchanged.
"I don't know either." The pale Haosen shook his head feebly: "I'm just an ordinary low-level parasite, and it's impossible to know more secrets Ahem According to my guess, the manager seems to be Research some new biological injection. It is said that the effect is much stronger than the old medicine we have used."
"Manager?" Lin Xiang frowned. He heard this stranger from Haosen more than once.raw noun.
"They they are the senior managers of the Knights." The dying Haosen almost groaned: "Each of them has three stars or more. The management model is exactly the same as the army of the old era. The higher the level, the higher the level. , the stronger the strength."
As he spoke, he raised the only arm he could move and pointed to his chest with difficulty. A tattered military rank mark was sewn on the surface of the burnt clothes.
Lin Xiang remembered that Borg, who was killed by him in the old days, also had a badge with the same pattern on his body. This meant that Hausen was a lieutenant, as was his rank in the Order.
The snow is still falling.
¡°Haosen¡¯s mouth opened wide, and no sound came out anymore. The pupil, fixed in the center of the eye socket, is dilated to the point where it cannot focus the focus of vision. The red skin turned gray, and the purple lips were covered with white frost. Everything showed that signs of life were rapidly disappearing from this body.
For him, death may be a kind of relief.
Looking at the corpse that was gradually becoming stiff, Lin Xiang suddenly bent down and pulled out a sharp dagger. The tip of the blade, which was radiant with cold light, was accurately inserted into Haosen's half-naked chest. He twisted it hard and then suddenly retracted it, from the center of the terrible triangular wound. , slowly seeping out a stream of blood that has not yet cooled down and can still flow slowly.
Lin Xiang took out a few empty test tubes from his backpack, filled them close to the wound, and pressed the cork tightly tightly. Lin Xiang took one last look at the messy battlefield, then turned and walked onto the road.
As night approached, the snow stopped.
The crooked waning moon was covered by a light cloud, looming with terrifyingly sharp angles on both sides, like the fangs of the devil, cruelly looking for the next target to be devoured and torn apart.
Lin Xiang sneaked back to Yinyue Town through the path behind the mountain without alerting anyone.
Lying on the warm bed padded with thick giant rat skin, he quickly fell asleep
In winter in Yinyue Town, people usually get up very late.
This is the most leisurely time of the year.
There are no crops to take care of in the fields. The food harvested in the autumn is enough to last until next year. The various fuels accumulated early can drive away the cold. The radiation has also been weakened to a minimum due to the snowfall. In addition to staying in front of a warm stove and enjoying the rare tranquility, people really can't find any more reasons to keep themselves busy with hard work and fatigue all day long.
Wang Biao¡¯s home is very close to Lin Xiang¡¯s cabin. It was a masonry-and-stone mixed building. The solidified mortar applied in the gaps between the stones not only made the house look beautiful, but also effectively increased its solidity.
The house was very clean, and the plaster applied on the walls exuded a pleasant white color. Tables, chairs, and various furniture were neatly placed in their respective places. Next to the warm fireplace, there was even a pot of flowers called Unknown green plants. Everything reveals a touch of warmth.
Wang Biao was surprised when he saw Lin Xiang.
A few days ago, Lin Xiang told him that he had to leave the town to do something. Now, this young man suddenly appeared in front of him, which made him feel subconscious fear.
There are light and dark checkpoints all around Hidden Moon Town, especially on the defense tower in the center of the town. There are two evolved people with level three perception specialties monitoring the surrounding activities day and night. No matter who wants to enter, it can't be hidden from their eyes and ears. In this dangerous world, alertness and caution are the keys to staying alive.
Lin Xiang returned to his cabin quietly. In other words, his hiding skills and speed have far exceeded the sentry's sensory organs.
The third-level evolutionary perception specialty is comparable to the sixth-level enhanced human ability. They can detect any slight movement two kilometers away, but they can't detect Lin Xiang who is close at hand?
"When did you come back?" the scar-faced man asked, holding on to his last glimmer of hope. He instinctively thought that Lin Xiang might have entered the town during the gap between the two monitors.
"Last night at midnight." Lin Xiang glanced at him: "It was too late at that time, so I didn't want to cause too much noise."
Wang Biao's rough face showed unprecedented solemnity, and then quickly turned pale. The eyes looking at the opposite side also added a bit of happiness and fear.
By being able to get such a powerful evolved person as a friend, the safety of Hidden Moon Town can be further guaranteed. This is welcome news to any town citizen.
Wang Biao himself is a fifth-level evolver and the most powerful being in the town. Even he can't escape the surveillance of people with special abilities in perception. Can you imagine how strong Lin Xiang's strength will be?
He, what level of evolution is he?
Why can¡¯t I feel the aura emanating from him?
Countless thoughts were spinning back and forth in the scarred man's mind, and the muscles on his face were constantly changing expressions as he thought. From shock to relief, from reverence to respect, even he himself couldn't tell what he wanted to say or do.
For the civilians in the wilderness, advanced evolved people are equivalent to the masters who decide the fate of life and death.
Fortunately, Lin Xiang is a friend of Yinyue Town. In times of danger, he will be on our side.
"Have you had breakfast?" Wang Biao took a long breath after thinking about this.
¡°The polenta made by Nina is very good, I like it very much.¡±
Although it was impossible to completely know all the scar-faced man¡¯s thoughts, Lin Xiang could generally guess some of his worries. He leaned back, stretched out comfortably, and said with a smile: "If possible, it's best to have a big bowl and double toast."
The porridge is very sweet. For people who have no food or clothing, this may be the most nostalgic taste in the world.
"Would you like another bowl?" Looking at Lin Xiang who was engrossed in eating, Wang Biao, who was in a good mood, couldn't help but feel happy.
Lin Xiang wiped his mouth and did not answer. He opened his chest pocket, took out a stack of banknotes that he had prepared, and placed them gently on the table. Judging from the thickness, it is about 5,000 yuan.
The scar-faced man frowned: "What does this mean?"
"I may not have much time to take care of the fields. Therefore, I want to buy some food with you." Perhaps because he did not want the other party to misunderstand his intentions, he added: "I will not leave Hidden Moon Town, but occasionally it will be irregular. Go out for a while.¡±
Wang Biao smacked his lips, grabbed his messy hair, and looked at him seriously: "You don't have to worry about food. As long as you don't encounter any disasters or troubles, under normal circumstances, the produce of the fields is enough for everyone here. Full. If you really want to do something it would be best if you could help us get the supplies we need on a regular basis."
"Materials?" Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Except for fuel, clean water, and food, we are short of everything." The scar-faced man spread his hands helplessly: "If we hadn't sold a batch of food in the "Iron Slag City", the food stock this winter would be smaller than in previous years. It is much more abundant. But there is no way. We need salt, medicine, weapons, clothes, gasoline everything must be purchased from the outside." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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