At this moment, some people came down from the armored vehicles protected in the middle.
These people had blank expressions on their faces, looking as if they were keeping people at a distance.
Captain Liu, who had spoken to him yesterday, was leading these people towards the Mo family's villa.
To be honest, Zheng Gan was quite unhappy.
It's the end of the world now, and there's no point in still talking about class.
Watching those people walk into the Mo family's villa.
Zheng Gan suddenly remembered that he had seen a miniature surveillance camera when he visited the exchange office before.
Immediately, he had an idea and opened the exchange.
Remote Control Micro Monitor: Can transmit sound and images in real time (lasts 10 hours, automatically recharges when in backpack), 4 survival points.
Zheng Gan gritted his teeth and bought it.
Looking at the remaining 79 survival points, I feel very worried.
However, after getting his hands on the thing, Zheng Gan still felt that it was worth the money.
The monitor is only the size of a grain of rice. Once turned on, it becomes transparent and is almost invisible to the naked eye.
The receiver is also not very big and does not feel uncomfortable when put into the ear.
The hair is covering the ears, so you can hardly see them unless you look carefully.
These are all secondary.
The most important thing is that the monitor is bound to the mobile phone.
In other words, Zheng Gan can control the monitor with his mind through his mobile phone anytime and anywhere.
And the picture is also displayed on the mobile phone, so you don’t have to worry about whether there is anyone around.
Zheng Gan opened the bay window a little and let the monitor out.
Afterwards, he controlled the monitor and flew towards the Mo family's villa.
The interior of the Mohist Villa is dominated by black, white and grey, and the entire first floor is a hall.
Judging from the height of the hall, this villa should only have two floors.
This made Zheng Gan more interested in the underground part.
In the hall.
The young man who had spoken about refugees outside was now standing respectfully next to an old man.
On the other side of the old man stood a young girl, about 20 years old, wearing a training suit.
Her hair covers most of her face, but her small and upturned nose gives her a delicate look.
The old man in the middle looks energetic.
Paired with his gray hair, he actually looks quite handsome.
After the surveillance camera was placed on the curtain between the pillars in the hall, people outside came in one after another.
These people are almost all leaders in their respective industries.
But at this moment, they all seemed very restrained in front of the old man.
"Hello, Mr. Mo."
"Well, I'd be better if you left me alone."
When everyone heard this, their faces looked unhappy.
At this time, a man in a neat suit straightened his clothes, bowed to the old man, and then stood up and spoke.
"Mr. Mo, I'm Zhao Tianyu. Do you remember me?"
"The kid from the Zhao family?"
"It's me, Mr. Mo, it seems..."
Before the man could finish speaking, the old man snorted coldly.
"Humph, I'm annoyed by the sight of you guys wearing suits and following ancient rituals. You look so weird."
"Mr. Mo's teachings are true. I will pay attention to them next time."
"Okay, I know why you're here."
"I still need three days to prepare. After three days, we can set off."
"Don't come here during these three days. It's better to skip all the formalities."
"Shaojie, Zicen, please see the guests off for me."
The young man on the old man’s right stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation.
The girl on the old man's left hand had already turned and left.
The young man smiled bitterly and left alone to see the guest off.
The old man did not blame the girl. He just shook his head slightly and let her go.
Zheng Gan was confused.
He could only imagine it.
It’s probably because the Mohists are very powerful and have a high social status, so everyone else has to respect them.
Then Mr. Mo had a strange temper and didn't like being disturbed.
However, Zheng Gan didn't care about these. What he cared about was the three days of preparation mentioned just now and what that meant.
Seeing that Mr. Mo also stood up to leave, Zheng Gan controlled the monitor and followed him.
After going up to the second floor, Mr. Mo groped on the wall.
The wall next to it opened quietly.
Following Mr. Mo in, Zheng Gan discovered that this was actually an elevator.
There are no buildings above, so the elevator can only go downwards.
Zheng Gan couldn't help but wonder how deep it was down there that an elevator was needed, and that it was hidden.
It's not done just for aesthetics.
After the elevator started, it took five minutes before it opened again.
Zheng Gan was a little confused. What did five minutes mean?
How many meters underground does this have to go?
What he didn't know was that the elevator only went down for less than thirty seconds, and was moving horizontally for the rest of the time.
The real basement is under the clear water lake.
The elevator door opened, and Zheng Gan was confused again.
The basement in front of me is full of technology, with various high-tech equipment and instruments neatly arranged, emitting a faint blue light.
There are several huge display screens embedded in the walls, showing various complex data and charts.
Mr. Mo walked into the room. His movements attracted the attention of several scientific researchers in white clothes, who all saluted him.
Obviously, this is a secret research institute of the Mohist School, specializing in the research and development of certain high-end technologies.
"Mr. Mo, based on the data analysis."
"This zombie virus is a microorganism that promotes the evolution of carbon-based life."
"Based on the comparison of existing data, this microorganism will undergo some kind of fusion of genes with carbon-based organisms."
"As for human zombies, they are produced when the genetic chain mutates during the fusion of microorganisms."
“The probability of this mutation is very high.”
"Furthermore, after being attacked by zombies, they will assimilate the attacked person's genetic chain through their blood."
Mr. Mo rubbed his temples.
"How accurate do you think this conclusion is?"
"I personally think it's 100 percent."
"100%? Keep talking."
"Because we used nuclear bombs to attack meteorites before, meteorite fragments carried a lot of radioactive materials back to Earth."
"These radioactive substances seem to be able to accelerate the evolution of the zombie virus."
Mr. Mo interrupted the other party again.
"You just said that it was the mutation of the gene chain that caused the zombie transformation."
"In other words, those of us who haven't turned into zombies have successfully merged."
"And what about change?"
"Logically, we should see some changes."
"Or does it mean that radioactive materials can only accelerate evolution after mutation?"
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