MTL - The Correct Way of Face-Slapping in Transmigration-Chapter 132 7.19 Slap the eschatological savior

"Brother, ask you a question." On the way to the city of H, Wu Tiancong poked at the tall man next to him with a gun in his hand, "Who is the man in the front car, Chang Zhenjun?" ! "

That ordinary face had an extremely excited smile, so excited that it was so strange that it was just like a metamorphosis.

"Professor Wu, just tell a joke, that's Song Zihe, the young master of the Song family. Your research funding is strongly supported by others, and you don't even know your own master?"

Wu Tiancong was really shocked. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe it. Such a young man who looked so cold turned out to be the Song family who said in the rumor that "the world will worry and worry, and the world will be happy." Big Master.

Song Zihe's reputation has been heard for a long time, and he also knows that such a manpower team has become the laboratory of the C base, but he has never seen Song Zihe and is too lazy to see it.

In his view, most of the so-called "worrying about the country and the people" are hypocrites who fool their reputation. They are just holding the banner of justice and seeking benefits for themselves. Even Song's father, who created the C base, in his eyes, just wanted to take the opportunity to establish the Song Kingdom in the last days.

Naturally, he didn't like Song Zi and the original much.

"Hehe, it's mine." Wu Tiancong recalled the condensation between the youth of the crown-like jade, and somehow jumped violently, and he couldn't help lowering his lower lip, his voice mumbled lowly.

"What? Professor Wu just muttered something?"

Wu Tiancong grinned, "Nothing." It just found something more worthy of his madness. The people he wants, no matter if they are cheating or robbing themselves, must get them.

Gu Yunxi, who was sitting on the co-driver, had a slight radian in the corner of his lips. The second followed their ancient gods and found them. Very good, everyone finally got together.

This task may surprise him unexpectedly.

"Brother, I am going to set up another laboratory to study the virus vaccine after returning this time." Zhuo Yeye's face had a naive and simple smile. "I recently researched it in private and I feel I can succeed."

Song Zihe glanced at him and said coldly, "You are not a professional, and the base fluid does not have extra equipment and supplies for you to play around with. You don't need to worry about vaccines."

"This mission is dangerous. You shouldn't come." Song Zihe paused, then continued.

"Yes, the second child, you can rest assured at the base just fine, young and old will take care of everything. Even if we take you to see the world this time, there is no next time." A few psionicists laughed and joked.

Such a joke, like a sharp sword, stabbed Zhuo Yeye's pain. His eyes were dull and dull, and his fingers trembled. This is already unknown to Song Zi and the number of times he has rejected his proposal, and he has heard such mocking voices for the first time.

He originally thought that with the identity of Song Ziqing, he could call the wind and rain in base c, but he did not expect that in the base, he was just a vase for people to entertain.

He is also a man, and he wants to be able to turn his hands over the clouds one day.

Zhou Fan is right. As long as Song Zihe is removed, he is the sole heir of the Song family and the future master of the entire c base.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yeye's fingers moved slightly. The mist that was so thin and invisible to the naked eye was slowly attached to Song Zihe's body.

After a day of running, the car carrying the many psionicists in the base c stopped at the entrance of the city of h. The trees are withered and yellow, and there is no one here, and the prosperity of three months ago is gone.

Only a few zombies wandered on the empty road for the purpose of wandering, and were immediately resolved by the psionicist.

This place is very quiet, and the silence can't help but feel cyanosis. They knew that there were thousands of zombies swaying in it, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

When you go in, you are betting your life.

The psionicist walked out of the car in twos and threes, staring at the road that had turned brown in front of them, only to feel that their throats were choked. The reason this road is brown-red is because it was dyed with human blood. They can imagine how many people here have been screaming and struggling without failing to escape this nightmare. .

Song Zihe closed her eyes, picked up the walkie-talkie in the car, and shouted, "Everyone gets in the car, enters the city, and the base is waiting for us to triumph."

He paused for a second, and then said, "Be careful about safety. I hope as many people come as many people can go back." He knew well that casualties were inevitable during this mission.

He looked at the young man who was closely following him, and without a trace, looked at He Baihan at the back, his eyes filled with firmness.

The car was getting closer and closer to the city center with the most zombies. Song Zihe took a few breaths, closed his eyes slightly, felt the sound of the engine, and his back collapsed tightly.

On his shoulders are the lives of dozens of people who bear the future of the base. He must make every decision without a slight difference.

"Song Zihe pushed himself too tightly." Gu Yunxi leaned his head on He Bohan's broad shoulders and chuckled his lips. "The thing must be reversed. He needs to relax. If he is going to die this time, you think Who is most likely to be the next leader of the base? Zhou Fan or Song Ziqing? "

auzw.com As the person in charge of this operation, Song Zihe took all the responsibility on himself. He tried to suppress the emotions he had, straining himself so tightly that people couldn't help but feel depressed and out of breath.

He Bohan frowned, scanning the car in front of him, and then opened the communication system in the car.

"Lao Liu, you and Lao Qi will follow Song Zihe with Xiao Eleven. Lao Qi, Song Zihe's safety will be given to you, and you must let him return to the base alive. Xiao Eleven, you are different in space The capable person is responsible for paying close attention to Song Ziqing and not giving him any chance to approach the supplies. When necessary, it doesn't matter to grab it. "

"Lao Liu, protect the eleventh." He Baihan's deep, hoarse voice drifted in the car.

Neither Zhou Fan nor Song Ziqing had the ability to control the c base. He has decided to settle in base C with his beloved youth, and absolutely no one is allowed to destroy that place.

As soon as the three men heard the order, they were shocked and replied in unison. "Yes, boss!"

Lao Liu was extremely excited, knowing that the other party could not see him at all, but he patted his chest vigorously and said loudly, "Boss, just look at it. Guarantee to complete the task smoothly."

They never asked He Bohan why he did it, they never questioned the man's decision. As long as this person asked them to do it, even if it was a pan and a pan, they did it right.

They worship He Baihan just like that kind of blind worship.

"You must come back alive." He Bohan was silent for a while, and commanded strongly.

"Roar!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, a roar of zombies suddenly rang through the sky. Everyone's heart mentioned that they held their breath for a moment and watched the surrounding environment intently.

In just a few blinks, countless zombies appeared in every corner of the city of H, and began to move towards them in a mighty manner.

Song Zihe clenched his lips and picked up the walkie-talkie again, saying, "All people pay attention, from now on, according to the plan, divide into four groups to collect supplies. Six hours later, the entrance to h city meets."

"I wait for each of you to come back."

The driving car suddenly increased its horsepower and spread it around. The roar of zombies mixed with the car's engine is the only sound in this once bustling city today.

The air was full of rancid smell, which made people sicken, and it became clearer that they really entered the city of H, a city of death.

"Boss, you let Eleven go. How can we collect the stuff?" Only eleven of their group are space puppets. Without his assistance, they can't put materials in the car. Besides, I can't let it go.

The main task of He Bohan's team this time is to bring back the equipment and instruments in some factories that specialize in manufacturing daily necessities, so that the C base can meet the needs on weekdays.

The c base was a major military place before the end of the world, and it was far inferior to the h city in terms of industry and economy. Most of the materials were military supplies allocated by the original country. Therefore, the base can maintain normal operation only by continuously promulgating tasks to encourage the psionicist to go out to collect materials.

"I awakened the space power." He Baihan stared at him with a big tall eyes. "The one who just awakened has not had time to tell you."

"Boss, you are awesome! The first third-line power!" The tall man was obviously very excited, patted the man's shoulder vigorously, and directly pushed Gu Yunxi, who was originally resting on He Bohan's shoulder, to the window.

The young man turned his head to glance at Da Gao casually, and then silently looked away. This man is really expressing his dislike to him all the time. Wait a second, he won't call Gu Yunxi.

"Host," the system that had been quiet for a long time, and the gentle voice as usual appeared in Gu Yunxi's mind, "Zhuo Yeye acted over there."

"I see." Gu Yunxi nodded indifferently, a sarcasm smiled from the corner of his mouth. In order to achieve his goal, Zhuo Yeye is indeed a darling of heaven.

Unfortunately, Song Zihe's life was preserved.

Gu Yunxi leaned down and kissed He Baihan's side face, and whispered in the ear of the man, "I'll be right back." After speaking, despite the car still galloping, he opened the door and jumped.

He Bohan stepped on the brake violently, and in anxiety, he wanted to jump out, and was jointly held by several people in the back seat.

"Dear, rest assured, I will come to you soon and wait for me."

The youth's figure quickly drowned in the zombies, and everyone could only hear his clear voice. A few seconds later, the angry screaming zombies running towards them began to fall one after another, allowing them to see the youth again.

The man walked leisurely in the zombies, as if contentedly walking in the courtyard. The white light condensed at the fingertips can instantly transform into dozens of light penetrating the zombie's head.

It seemed that their gaze was felt. The young man turned his head, pursed his red lips, gave a kiss to He Baihan, and then continued to walk among the tens of thousands of zombies.

The anxiety in He Bohan's eyes gradually receded, and he laughed softly, a feeling of frustration in his heart. The two haven't known each other for a long time, and the days they really spend together are only a few hours, but he understands the meaning of every look and action of the young people. The man he loved was so powerful that he couldn't find his own place.