"Old man, City B is in such chaos right now. Why don't we take this opportunity to evacuate City B? Everyone in City B is in danger right now. We still have a chance to escape during this period of chaos. If we wait until the people from the institute have complete control of the situation, we'll just become their puppets!"
A middle-aged man standing in front of Mr. Song frowned and gave him earnest advice.
Old Master Song is really too stubborn. At the beginning, City B still had the possibility of balancing the four forces.
But now, most of the people with special abilities have been taken under the wing of the research institute.
The remaining ordinary people without special powers can only feel inferior when they see people with special powers.
Even those prominent figures in City B would give them some respect when they saw someone with special abilities.
However, those with special abilities bow down to the research institute.
The psychics who originally fought against the zombies have been replaced by ordinary people.
If you are accidentally scratched by a zombie, even if you are not bitten to death by the zombie, you will be captured by a psychic and become an experimental subject in the research institute.
It would be fine if you could unleash your superpowers and become a superpower person.
If someone is infected with the virus and is about to turn into a zombie, the research institute will inject an anti-zombie virus injection into the mutating person's body.
Although the zombie virus will kill the person, at the same time, the person will become neither human nor ghost.
"No, if I leave, the Song family will no longer have a foothold in City B!"
Old Master Song stomped the cane he was holding tightly in his hand and said stubbornly.
"But the eldest young master said that if we can defend City B, we should defend it, but if we can't, we should retreat first! Now is not a good time to confront them head-on!"
When the middle-aged man heard what Mr. Song said, he immediately replied with a bitter face.
In fact, Mr. Song didn’t know that his men had almost already withdrawn from City B in batches!
However, in order to calm people's hearts, the few people above them who were in the open did not make any move.
In addition, almost all of their people with special abilities were taken away by the people from the research institute, so those who were saved with great difficulty naturally followed their subordinates and left secretly.
They believed that as long as they found the young master, everything would be handled well!
And they have to guard Mr. Song and protect him. This is their duty.
When the middle-aged man saw that Mr. Song turned around and ignored him, he thought to himself that he must complete the task entrusted to them by the young master.
If it really doesn't work, that's all we have to do!
Old Master Song looked down at the dark night outside the glass window, and a gleam of light flashed in his originally cloudy eyes.
Others don’t know what the Song family is doing, but he has lived for most of his life, so what has he not experienced?
This is my grandson's order, otherwise, how could they be so presumptuous!
After all, he is old, and when it is time to delegate power, he should let the young people do it.
But he can't leave!
If he left, the people who were monitoring him near the house would definitely report it to the research institute immediately.
Once Yi Zheng gets to know, he will definitely block the city gates. If you want to spread any more news, it would be a daydream!
It is not known whether Zhang Yilin has obtained the core information. If the situation was not urgent, he would never have thought of touching this hidden chess piece.
After all, if Yi Zheng could research the core information of a perfect human being, that would be what he really wanted.
Now, the information on how to control the second-generation anti-zombie virus medicine of the superpowers is just to get rid of Yi Zheng's control and manipulation.
Otherwise, he would probably have failed miserably before he could even wait for the research results of perfect humans!
Therefore, he had to stay in City B at least until Zhang Yilin got the information about the second-generation anti-zombie virus drug.
In the basement of the research institute, Zhang Yilin seemed to be concentrating on observing something through a microscope!
After all the disciples in the laboratory bowed to him and left, more than ten minutes passed before he pretended to put away the things on hand.
Then place some things around so you can observe what's going on around you.
Especially the camera above his head. He knew that the teacher’s mobile phone was connected to this camera.
Whenever you want to observe, you can take it out and have a look at it.
However, every day the teacher would go to his lounge and spend two hours.
At that time, he basically didn't care about the affairs of the laboratory.
This was the conclusion he came to after several attempts.
There was even one time when there was indeed a problem with a research subject in the laboratory. He went to the lounge to find the teacher, but the teacher didn't answer the phone. Then he knocked on the door for a long time before the teacher opened it.
His face was filled with gloom, and he started scolding him without asking why, and he only stopped after he had scolded him till he was drenched in blood.
He also considered that the core information he might need might not be in the lounge.
However, the lounge is not big and everything inside can be seen at a glance.
There is no such thing as a safe. How could the teacher just leave such important core information in the lounge where people may come in and out at any time without locking it?
He pretended to finish organizing the things, then suppressed his anxiety and walked towards the teacher's office with something in his hand.
The closer he got to the office, the louder the beating of his heart became, and he could feel his eardrums beating non-stop.
With slightly trembling hands, he turned the doorknob that had been opened countless times, and his hand just barely touched the handle.
Then he heard a slightly unhappy voice from behind: "Zhang Yilin, why did everyone run away?"
When Zhang Yilin heard the sound, the tray in his hand shook and almost fell to the ground.
He turned stiffly, lowering his head, not daring to look at Yin Zheng. He swallowed hard and explained, "Today's experiment is almost done, so I asked them to go back first!"
After hearing what his disciple said, Yin Zheng said nothing more. He walked over with an expressionless face and opened the office door in front of Zhang Yilin.
Zhang Yilin's palms suddenly became wet, and his fingers were so stiff that he could hardly hold the stainless steel plate.
"Zhang Yilin? What? Aren't you going to come in?"
After entering the office and putting on his white coat, Yin Zheng turned around and saw his disciple standing outside the door in a daze. He couldn't help but speak loudly.
“Ah…oh…ah…?”
Hearing this question, Zhang Yilin looked up at Yin Zheng blankly, but stood there at a loss as to what to do.
Seeing him like this, Yin Zheng frowned and pointed at what Zhang Yilin was holding. Then he asked, "Why do you look like this? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhang Yilin looked down at the stainless steel plate in his hand, and finally came back to his senses as if struck by lightning!
"No... no, I just didn't expect the teacher to come back early today. If I had known, I wouldn't have let everyone leave so early!"
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