Lord is the spokesperson for the arms industry.

The military had to take it seriously.

Three armed helicopters arrived above the manor as soon as possible, but there was already thick smoke.

A huge fire started here, and the flames reached the sky.

Half an hour later.

A convoy led by a Humvee arrived here.

Several ambulances in the convoy rushed into the manor as soon as possible, and more than a dozen medical staff got off.

The scene at the manor surprised everyone.

The collapsed watchtower was knocked out of the metal gate more than ten meters away.

Human flesh can be seen everywhere.

There was a lot of blood in the strange pits.

Walking into here is like walking into hell.

But what is surprising is that no intact corpse was found here.

Dozens of soldiers who arrived here immediately stood guard.

The police arrived but were stopped.

The surrounding area was completely blocked.

With the arrival of a helicopter, a major general came down from it. He frowned, straightened his military appearance, and then walked towards the manor.

"General Cohen, Your Excellency."

The first lieutenant to arrive here ran over and saluted.

Cohen nodded and followed the lieutenant to stand at the gate of the manor.

Looking at the severely damaged entrance of the manor, Cohen's brows were twisted into a knot.

An accident analysis expert came over.

"General, after investigation, we found that the entrance to the manor was knocked open by someone with great force."

"The concrete pillar of the sentry tower collapsed after being hit by a blunt object."

Cohen stared at the accident analyst.

"Are you sure?"

"Are you sure you're not kidding?"

Looking at the gate more than ten meters away, this gate weighs at least several tons.

Then the other party told him that he was knocked out by someone?

The expert hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded vigorously and said, "General, I can confirm it."

"General, look, the metal door has deformed at the location of the impact, and the concave shape is now consistent with the person's shoulder."

"The other party must have hit the gate with an impact, and the huge force caused it to deform."

"Similarly, the terrifying force caused the door to be torn off the concrete pillar, and then it was knocked dozens of meters away."

Cohen stared at the other person and said, "I feel like you are telling a myth."

"If a person hits the door with such force, the other person would have been turned into a pile of minced meat long ago."

"Even a truck crashing at high speed wouldn't have this much power."

"Now tell me, was this hit by someone?"

"What will happen if a human body of flesh and blood hits the door with this kind of force?"

"Bang, it turned into minced meat."

"Do you still stand by your analysis?"

The story analyst shut his mouth; he could not find a way to refute Cohen's words.

Even if he thought deeply about it, he knew how unreliable his analysis was.

This cannot be done unless Superman arrives.

The question is, are there supermen in this world?

Cohen ignored the expert and walked over to a mud puddle in the grass.

There was still blood at the bottom of the mud pit, but it had already solidified.

A doctor was standing here, staring at the mud pit in a daze. When he saw Cohen coming over, he said, "General, this pit was formed when a person was stepped on by a huge force and squeezed into the mud."

"Judging from the strength, this man might have been stepped on and broken into two pieces."

"For some unknown reason, the other party pulled the person who stepped into the pit out again."

As a doctor, he has some basic judgment.

Cohen stared at the mud pit and said, "Can human power be so great?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "General, I can't guarantee whether it was man-made. Maybe it was caused by something else."

"But judging from the traces of this mud pit, my judgment was correct."

There are as many as six pits like this.

Looking at the pieces of meat still in the pit, one can imagine how cruel it was to see the dead body being trampled into the mud.

Cohen felt a pain in his teeth.

What on earth could do this?

people?

impossible.

How much force does it take to crush a person in half and create a mud pit?

We arrived at the manor building.

The fire was put out by the firefighters, but the place is no longer recognizable.

The building was almost completely destroyed and nothing could be seen.

Half an hour later.

In this ruined manor, a large number of corpses were found with almost nothing left.

These bodies are no longer recognizable.

How did they die, who were they...

All of this has become a mystery.

Only through DNA testing can their identities be confirmed.

But their death will become an unsolved mystery.

Lord's helicopter was found, and it had also been thrown into the manor and burned into a pile of scrap metal in the fire.

However, some discoveries were made on the helicopter.

The helicopter was burned to a metal frame, and there were densely packed pits and bumps on some of the metal. It was almost impossible to tell that they were caused by corrosion.

We can infer the situation at that time.

After Lord discovered something was wrong, he must have tried to escape by helicopter, but the helicopter was shot down.

The question is, what shot down the helicopter?

After analysis, the helicopter was burned to a metal frame and it seemed that it had lost control and fell from the sky.

out of control?

It's hard to believe this reason.

But judging from the shattered windshield of the helicopter, it is possible that the other party killed the pilot, causing the helicopter to crash?

The potholes in these wreckage look like traces of corrosion. What happened?

Cohen found that as the analysis progressed, this became a mystery.

There is something weird about the manor.

You can see signs of a fierce exchange of fire, as bullet heads and shell casings are scattered everywhere.

The other party's method was very clean and clever. They gathered all the corpses together and burned them with fire, leaving nothing behind.

The limited wreckage left was just a skeleton, which was not worth analyzing.

After staying here for a long time, Cohen didn't find any useful clues.

He even said he wanted to write a report, but he didn't know how to start.

“All we can do is organize all the information and submit it.”

"It's up to the big shots above to decide what they think."

Cohen could imagine the expressions of the bigwigs when they received the reports and information he submitted.

…………

Naturally, Zhou Qiang would not doubt the performance of Tyrant and Mother Nest.

After sending out the Tyrant and the Mother Nest, Zhou Qiang did not return to the end of the world immediately, but instead took some time to relax.

Hunting zombies all day long can make people lose their sexual desire.

Take advantage of this moment to give yourself some rest.

It’s just right, I can accompany Zhou Xianxian.

This artificial intelligence is still girlish, and its coquettish behavior is exactly the same as that of a real little girl.

One day later.

Zhou Qiang received a communication from Lucy.

"Boss, Laud has been dealt with."

Lucy's voice was a little surprised. She had never thought that the Tyrant and the Brood would be so powerful.

After getting rid of Lord, they arrived at the designated coast, boarded the ship, and were finally brought to Lucy.

The Tyrant and the Mother Nest will become the strongest fighting force among the Twelve Disciples.

A huge oil tanker sailing in the Pacific Ocean.

Lucy sat in a renovated window room. For the time being, this converted tanker was the headquarters of the Twelve Apostles.

After the evacuation, they boarded the tanker that had been prepared long ago.

Oil tankers do have disadvantages, they are affected by wind and waves.

The surgical environment was not ideal.

Some surgeries cannot be performed, but some cases can be solved with the help of medical equipment.

You can still make money, you just need to narrow down your choices.

Zhou Qiang was not surprised when he received the news.

If the Tyrant and the Hive attack together and still can't solve the problem, the situation will become serious.

“Is it still functioning properly?”

Zhou Qiang asked.

With Zhou Xianxian around, Zhou Qiang knew the movements of the twelve disciples.

Lucy shook her head and said, "Boss, it's not very good."

"We can only narrow down our selection of patients. Some patients who need surgery can only be given up at the moment."

"You also know that not every rich person suffers from a terminal illness."

The richer the person, the lower the chance of terminal illness.

Because they know how to adjust, they have private doctors, life assistants, etc.

Whether it is in diet or in daily life, they pay great attention to it.

"I will resolve the matter of the Sea King-class submarine as soon as possible."

Zhou Qiang thought for a moment and said.

The issue of the Poseidon-class submarine does need to be put on the agenda.

Only if there is a base that is truly elusive and can be moved, or if there is a base that can be moved, will the Twelve Apostles be complete.

Otherwise, like now, once there is any clue, it would be easy for the other party to find us.

Zhou Xianxian is not a god but an artificial intelligence, and she is not 100% capable of covering up everything.

Lucy said, "Boss, I believe you."

"The United States has gone crazy now. Although nothing seems to be happening on the surface, they are currently holding a meeting to discuss whether to list the Twelve Apostles as a terrorist organization."

Zhou Qiang frowned.

Then he laughed: "Don't pay attention to them."

“Are there not enough organizations that they have listed as terrorist organizations?”

“How many countries have been sanctioned by them? So what?”

"When faced with life and death, the wealthy will find a way to contact us, and we can't stop them."

Zhou Qiang's tone was more violent: "If you really piss me off, I'll make a big incident for the United States."

This is no exaggeration.

Zhou Qiang has the confidence to do this.

The United States has so many military bases around the world, but these are just toys in Zhou Qiang's eyes.

Wait until you unlock the fifth-level mutated zombie, or when you have upgraded yourself to a fifth-level transcendent.

I can kill the United States myself.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Qiang stretched lazily.

Like an ordinary person, Zhou Qiang put his hands behind his back, did not drive, and slowly left Mammoth Heavy Industry.

Zhou Qiang is too ordinary, no one cares about his comings and goings.

I strolled along the road and found a noodle shop.

"Boss, give me some fried noodles."

Sit at a low dining table, right on the side of the road.

There are several diners here, and they would never have thought that Zhou Qiang, who is right next to them, is the boss of Mammoth Heavy Industry and is worth hundreds of billions.

More importantly, it has the power to change the world.

Zhou Qiang does not have such psychological burden.

After a while, the fried noodles were served.

Zhou Qiang, who hasn't eaten this kind of roadside food for a long time, still misses the taste.

He took out his cell phone while eating.

In a place like this, Zhou Qiang would not use his personal smart terminal, after all, it would be too conspicuous.

Zhou Xianxian has already integrated mobile phones and personal smart terminals, and the two are interoperable anyway.

Open WeChat which I haven’t used for a long time.

A large number of unread messages appeared, and some groups have accumulated 999+. I don’t know why these guys can chat so much.

But among these messages, except for a few that tagged all members, none of them directly tagged Zhou Qiang.

In these groups, Zhou Qiang is actually a nobody.

Inconspicuous and unnoticed.

On WeChat, apart from the greetings that my sister often sent me, there was not a single message from the rest of my friends and classmates.

"Am I too low-key, or am I doing too badly?"

Zhou Qiang touched his chin.

Since Zhou Qiang obtained the zombie manufacturing system, he has always been extremely low-key.

Even at the established Mammoth Heavy Industry, only a few people like Jia Zhengchu and Lei Lan knew about Zhou Qiang.

The outside world has no idea who Zhou Qiang is.

The saying "no one cares about the poor in a busy city" is basically like this.

But Zhou Qiang didn't care. It was indeed not easy for him to stand out now. After all, he had too many secrets.

"Stinky old man, you're not replying again."

I was flipping through my sister Zhou Ning's message, and before I finished reading it, another message from Zhou Ning popped up.

Seeing Zhou Ning's childish message, Zhou Qiang smiled.

Zhou Ning is definitely a follower. Ever since she learned to walk, she has been following Zhou Qiang around, calling him "brother all the time."

Things didn't change until Zhou Qiang went out to study.

"How long has it been since I last saw her?"

Zhou Qiang thought about it and realized that it had probably been more than half a year.

“Yes, yes.”

Zhou Qiang replied with four words, and then added a few mischievous expressions, and asked: "Are you short of money again? I'll transfer some more to you, spend as much as you can, no need to save money for me, I'm not short of money now."

"Okay, keep your money for buying a house. You've already given enough."

After Zhou Ning said this, there was an expression of sticking out tongue.

She said, "I'm on vacation, and there's no point in going home. Bro, how about I go find you?"

"Hehe, there are several pretty female classmates in my dormitory, and I also want to go to Haidong City to meet them. What do you think, brother? Your chance has come, you must seize it."

Zhou Qiang took out a cigarette.

He held it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep puff, and exhaled a smoke ring.

This set of movements is as smooth as water.

Then he typed on his phone, "Okay, come over here, I'll show you around."

In fact, Zhou Qiang was unfamiliar with Haidong City.

After graduation, I plunged into this place. Apart from work, I had no entertainment. I could barely survive in this city, and I had no extra money or time to travel.

It’s just right, I can take these few days as a holiday for myself.

However, what Zhou Qiang immediately thought of was that he didn't even have a decent place to live here.

The place in Mammoth Heavy Industries can only be called a dormitory.

The villa that was previously borrowed was also returned.

Unless he brought Zhou Ning to Mammoth Heavy Industry, Zhou Qiang found that he had no place for her to live.

Staying in a hotel?

It is possible, but Zhou Qiang shook his head and rejected it.

"Forget it. She'll be here tomorrow, so I can go look at houses with her. I'll buy whatever she likes so she'll have a place to stay when she comes over in the future. I'll just consider it a gift for her."

Zhou Qiang laughed.

Only now did he feel the difference between modern Earth and the apocalyptic world.

In the apocalyptic world, he faced emotionless zombies, and all they did was kill.

Even in modern Earth, Zhou Qiang doesn't have too many emotions.

But now, his sister is coming and buying her a house... This makes Zhou Qiang feel that he really belongs here.

Because in modern Earth, he was born and raised here, and his roots and all his interpersonal relationships are here.

This is his real safe haven.

A place where the mind and body can completely let go.