Chapter 143 Where to Go
The mutants who did not have time to escape in the Savior City were all captured by the cyborg army of the Chuancheng Fortress. Even the broken corpses were dug out from the ruins by the cyborgs and treasured them as if they were treasures, ready to be taken to the Biotechnology Research Institute of the Chuancheng Fortress in exchange for supplies.
The unique genes in mutants have made their bodies the most valuable property in the eyes of ordinary people! Even in the official market of Chuancheng Fortress, there are special mutants for sale! These mutants, who are regarded as commodities, have a name that makes people not associate them with human identity - aliens. It seems that changing a name can offset the guilt of cannibalism in disguise...
Some of the "alien species" being sold are living people, some are corpses, and most are body parts disassembled from the body. An arm, a leg, a finger, a piece of meat, an eyeball... Most of these things come from the hands of those "alien species hunters". As long as they are tested with specific instruments and proved to contain alien genes, they can be sold at a high price.
I don't know how many ordinary people with high positions and wealth, as well as those never-satisfied cyborgs, want to obtain the genetic abilities contained in it, and then further improve their combat effectiveness. It is said that this method is the fastest way to improve one's combat effectiveness. The most powerful warriors in the major human fortresses are generally city lords or government heads and other high-ranking figures. The power in their hands allows them to enjoy more resources and therefore gain stronger power.
Those strongest ones have absorbed countless mutant genes, so one can imagine how powerful they are.
Before the Savior Alliance was destroyed, the mutants were in a miserable situation, but they still had a place . Even in other places on the Red Star, mutants in the northeast and southeast, thousands of kilometers away from the Savior Alliance, felt warm in their hearts when they heard the news of the Savior Alliance. Savior City and its lord Long Ran were the spiritual sustenance of these mutants. But now, their last hope was completely shattered. All they could rely on was their own meager strength.
On the Red Star Earth, the dark age of mutants has finally arrived...
All the governments of the remaining forces have torn off their original fig leaves and started to issue public announcements to capture "alien species". In the propaganda to the public, they have elevated this capture to the level of saving all mankind. First of all, "alien species" are actually monsters that can turn into zombies at any time. Secondly, the genes in a mutant can stimulate the genes of four ordinary people at the same time, creating four powerful cyborg warriors. Whether from the perspective of human safety or from the perspective of "cost-effectiveness", capturing mutants has become a matter of course.
The most important thing is not the mutants' abilities, but their immunity to the T virus...
Thousands of alien hunters set out from major fortresses, like a swarm of bees, into the wilderness and ruins, looking for mutants who have become "human gold ". Following the first slave hunting craze, a second craze for hunting the same kind has been set off...
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The heavy rain with thunder and lightning last night stopped in the early morning. The sky and earth were filled with the smell of damp soil and the fragrance of green grass. Although the black curtain in the sky still existed, in the eyes of many people, the sky seemed to have become brighter. Even the activities of the mutant beasts became less obvious.
In a corner of the ruins of Steel City, in a relatively well-preserved building, thousands of soldiers had cleared the entire building and stationed themselves in. After a night of trekking, they were all extremely tired. After eating a little, they all fell to the ground and fell asleep.
They were really exhausted. Not only physically, but also mentally. Those mutant warriors were almost completely disappointed with the world. They didn't know where to go. And how much hope did those ordinary warriors have in their hearts? Fortunately, Richemont brought them a miracle and a glimmer of hope.
At this time, they were in the zombie nest, far away from their compatriots, with Richemont keeping the zombies at a distance, and surrounded by companions who could rely on each other, these soldiers completely relaxed their tense heartstrings and entered a dream. Many people may not have slept so soundly since the outbreak of the biochemical crisis.
On the rooftop of the building, a man and a dog sat in a corner, quietly looking at the ruins of the dilapidated steel city.
Zombies were constantly wandering on the weed-covered streets, just like when Richemont had just arrived here a few months ago. The huge black chimneys were still standing there, but they looked lifeless. None of the Zergs were anywhere to be seen, and no one knew where they had gone. Some of the black chimneys were even leaning crookedly, revealing traces of burnt areas. It was obvious that they were struck by lightning and caught fire during yesterday's thunderstorm, and ended up like this.
Throughout the ruins of the steel city, Li Feng did not sense the presence of any advanced zombies. Apparently, after the last disturbance he had caused, the zombies in the ruins of the steel city seemed to be in a state of collapse, and no new ruler had evolved.
Here, Lifeng can be said to be completely the king, because those ordinary zombies will not resist at all after being controlled by his mental pulse. And those high-level zombies and Zerg are nowhere to be seen. The ruins of Steel City can be said to be the best hiding place for Lifeng and his soldiers.
"Huff..." Er Gouzi exhaled a puff of cigarette, took another deep puff, looked at the street in the distance, and asked Li Feng: "What are you going to do next?"
Li Feng smiled bitterly and said, "What should I do? I don't know what to do..." What to do has become the biggest problem that bothers him. When he led everyone to fight their way here, he didn't think much about it. He just wanted to survive here. As for what to do next, Li Feng hadn't figured it out yet.
Although he still had 3,000 brothers following him, he felt lonely and alone. These wanderers and fugitives had no other friends except themselves. All they could rely on was their own strength and luck. God knows, with such a small number of people, would they encounter a tide of zombies and insects and be quickly eliminated...
The world is so big, and it seems that there is no place for them to stay. What should they do next? They can't really cooperate with the zombies...
Er Gouzi grinned mysteriously and said, "Are you interested in meeting someone... no, an angel?"
