Wang Xiao didn't react at first. It was not until he knocked down the third immobile opponent that he realized something was wrong.

But this was not a bad thing for him. Although he didn't know why his opponents would not move, Wang Xiao did not give up the opportunity to give his opponents a beating.

Just as the carbon fiber stick was about to hit the infected person in the front, the corner of the infected person's drooling mouth suddenly twitched, and then a clearly awkward voice came out, like a baby who has just learned to speak.

"Powerful, individual..."

Wang Xiao hit the talking infected person with a stick.

But then, the infected person behind continued the previous infected person's speech in a similar awkward tone:

"I. Will. Remember. You."

Another hit, and the infected man also fell off the city wall.

Wang Xiao scoffed at this. Isn't it just a talking alien? What's so strange about it? He has also seen a talking meatball.

Wang Xiao didn't know that the biological field brought by his powerful vitality was like a light in the dark night in the eyes of the infected.

With the experience of organ donation last time, Wang Xiao is always very cautious about such situations, fearing that he will fall into the opponent's trap again, whether physically or verbally.

Just when he was planning to have a good fight, something strange happened again.

The infected people actually turned around and began to retreat just like Tathagata!

Their retreat was without reason and without delay.

The infected people below once again poured out of the barracks, and those on the stairs pushed down one after another. Some of them even jumped off the surrounding railings in a hurry. Even those who were crawling on the ground were crawling towards the entrance of the barracks.

Now, everyone was dumbfounded.

The city defense officer had already picked up the communicator and began to report to the headquarters.

Everyone suddenly realized one thing -

The army is the only one in the city who hopes to fight the infected with force, but now that the infected have dispersed, what should the residents of the city do?

Soon, the city defense officer received a reply from the headquarters. It was hard to say whether it was fortunate or unfortunate. Currently, only the city wall he was responsible for had such a situation. The infected people in other places were still launching fearlessly attacks on the defenders of the city wall.

At the same time, the communicator of the city defense officer at the second south gate of the inner city also lit up. The middle-aged fat man quickly answered the call, and the news that made his legs weak came from the other side:

"There are about 8,000 infected people moving towards the South Second Gate. Please speed up the evacuation of residents and prepare for defense."

"Yes, yes, sir!"

The city defense officer put down the communicator and found that his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

He was about to ask his adjutant to go find Zhuang Mian, but then he felt the situation was too critical, so he propped himself up and ran towards the bottom of the city wall.

—-

Inner city, institute.

No one noticed that there was suddenly one less beaker on the table.

A calico cat was trying to blend in with the edge of the corridor, constantly hiding its tracks.

Suddenly, its nose twitched as if it smelled something.

Then there was obvious surprise on the cat's face.

It jumped onto the windowsill and began to look down, and sure enough, it saw a young man walking below as if no one was around.

Fran kicked off the window and turned into a common white coat in the air, which began to float down in the breeze.

"Owner!!!"

The young man below seemed not to have heard anything, but he still stretched out his arms when the white coat fell over his body.

The coat went on very smoothly.

Fran began to report her findings in a low voice, while Lin Qingliu listened while searching for the breakthrough point of this incident in his mind.

His blood can restrain mycelium, or it can be said that his blood is a more powerful pollution than mycelium.

Just like Fran now, she has Lin Qingliu's blood in her body. The presence of this blood allows him to control this seemingly not very smart kitten anytime and anywhere.

But Lin Qingliu was not interested in manipulating everyone, or rather, his mental strength was not enough to support such a huge and chaotic project.

However, if the research and development progress of the institute is stuck, tens of thousands of people will die in this incident.

To be fair, even if Hope City really fell, Lin Qingliu's current abilities were enough to support him to become the last living person.

But that only applies to him as an individual; for the entire human civilization it would be a complete destruction.

He wanted to resolve this incident, but just thinking about it was not enough. More importantly, he also needed a new ability to support him.

As a creator, Lin Qingliu knew the scripts he had written and could roughly guess what kind of people could obtain the abilities bestowed by him through specific divine revelations.

He needs a mature and stable person, someone who can be controlled by him and make his own decisions.

A person who can bring great benefits to himself in all aspects.

As Fran described what she had seen and heard, a face he had never seen in person emerged in his mind.

"As expected, risks always coexist with benefits."

Lin Qingliu smiled bitterly and made up his mind.

This time the place of divine revelation will no longer be a psychological clinic. He will go in person and have a private chat with the target who best meets his needs.

"Flan, where is the person you just mentioned now?"

"...Did you mean 'Aegis'? I saw him entering the elevator in a wheelchair, but he wasn't going down."

Looking up at the building in front of him, Lin Qingliu's mouth curled up slightly:

"Let's go meet him."

—-

In a room on the top floor of the institute, "Holy Shield" was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the window, looking into the distance.

From the time I was woken up in the middle of the night until now, the problem has not only not been resolved, but has tended to get worse.

He knew that this was not a solution, and he also knew that the fundamental cause of this incident was a misjudgment by himself and the leadership above him.

But all information is always time-sensitive. Even if time could go back, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the decision they made at that time.

This is often the case. No one has done anything wrong, but trouble still arises.

"well."

Shengdun looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, not daring to think about how many people in the outer city would die because of this incident.

But when he opened his eyes again, he suddenly felt that he could not see the scenery outside the window clearly.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around, and was shocked to find that in the few seconds when he closed his eyes and sighed, a thin mist had appeared in the room.

The grayish-white mist had no source and gradually became thicker in the limited space of the room.