Everyone's goal was the same: to go back in time for energy. What benefit would they gain from stealing the virus?
Do they intend to stay here indefinitely?
Or perhaps those primitive people? Impossible.
They didn't even know the location of the research institute.
Not to mention the virus. Even if they stole it, could they use it? Would they even know how to use it?
What do they know?
The team leader's words left everyone present puzzled.
Everyone worked so hard to guard the research institute for so long, and the virus was just stolen without them even knowing?
At this point, everyone tacitly shrank back, not daring to make a sound.
The leader understood that these people couldn't possibly be traitors, but as he stood among the crowd, the atmosphere remained oppressive and heavy.
The theft of the virus is indeed a serious matter.
It could even affect all their subsequent plans.
"Pause all work at hand! Retrieving the [Haster Virus] is the top priority now! Understand?"
Upon receiving the order, the researchers present no longer hesitated.
The monitoring that needs to be adjusted should be adjusted, and the action that needs to be taken should be taken.
Nobody wants to stay in this godforsaken place forever. The most urgent task is naturally to obtain enough energy to return to the future.
The team leader remained where he was, deep in thought, feeling that things were developing rather strangely.
What does that mean? How did it just happen to attract the attack of the calamity beast, and how did that calamity beast just happen to fight for so long?
And coincidentally, the virus was stolen during this period?
As he pondered, a strange possibility suddenly popped into his mind.
Could it be that someone in this world can control these monstrous beasts?
This is an absurd answer.
But in the team leader's mind, it was already infinitely close to the optimal solution.
His face was grim, and he let out a long sigh.
"No matter who you are or what your purpose is."
"Once our reinforcements arrive, those monstrous beasts will face our wrath."
"Let's pick the one that can't fly and take it down first!"
...
Three days is neither a long nor a short time.
Three days have passed since the woman left the tribe with her child.
To be honest, the tribal chief had some concerns.
After all, no matter what, they are still of the same race.
In particular, the strong woman was once the most outstanding female warrior in the tribe.
Since she left, the tribe's hunting success has significantly decreased.
The strongest warriors of the tribes, proud of their honor, no longer hunt themselves.
To get them to help, you need to offer them a lot of benefits.
They are all still young, but they all think highly of themselves and are arrogant and domineering.
He was also worried that the woman might face great difficulties living alone with that unruly child.
To be honest, if he could, he would prefer that the woman take the child back to the tribe.
It doesn't matter if the child is a wild animal, as long as they obey discipline.
This is not only good for the tribe, but also for the mother and child, at least providing them with shelter.
With this in mind, the chieftain went out into the wild.
This place isn't far from the tribe; it's located in a forest behind the tribe.
The surrounding wild animals have been hunted down by strong warriors and dare not roam the area anymore, making it a very safe place.
Typically, when tribes hunt, they choose the other side of the forest, where there are more dangerous plains.
Therefore, even though three days have passed, no one has appeared here.
So no one saw it.
A woman is lying on the hard ground.
The clan chief was terrified when he first saw her; his aged body took two steps back.
But after regaining his composure, he slowly walked over to examine the woman's appearance.
The woman's limbs were stiff, her eyes were lifeless, and she stared blankly at the dense treetops.
Even the once strong muscles have atrophied beyond recognition.
Even though she was dead, she was still holding a furry child in her arms.
She starved to death.
In fact, a person this strong wouldn't starve to death in three days.
but……
She opened her arms, revealing that her breasts were visibly shrunken.
The little bear, however, had a rosy complexion and showed no signs of nutritional deficiency.
It is obvious that
She would rather starve herself than let her child go hungry.
Even if the child is like a wild beast.
The chieftain trembled as he took the child from the woman's arms, but as soon as he did, he began to regret it.
Because women have value, but this child does not.
Although it may be useful in the future, raising it will cost money.
Even if he is the chieftain, the tribe will not accept a monster.
But if he were to give up the child...
The clan chief couldn't bear to do it.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he remembered those "gods" dressed in white.
But subconsciously, he didn't want to believe them.
After thinking for a long time, the clan chief remembered the man in the black trench coat he had seen on the mountaintop that day.
He didn't know what a trench coat was, nor did he understand colors.
He found the mountain again simply by relying on his memory.
There, he saw that human again.
He had one hand in his pocket, and in the other hand he was fiddling with a black jar.
The black substance inside gave off a sense of danger at first glance.
But the clan chief was not afraid at all; on the contrary, his steps became even more determined.
Soon, seemingly sensing the arrival of the newcomer, Victor turned around and saw the chieftain.
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