Chapter 95

Yeying silently nodded.

She understood Wang Qian's meaning.

Take "hydrogen" as an example. This element does not have a physical form but exists in atomic form. It is impossible to see "hydrogen" with the naked eye. Only when technology and cognitive awareness reach a certain level can it be discovered through technical means. Silver bones, on the other hand, have a physical form. Although they are small, they are still within the range that can be discerned by the naked eye. The war between zombies and humans is ongoing, and anyone could discover this strange substance inside a zombie. The difference is merely a matter of luck.

"The first discoverer" can gain more benefits, just like patents during peacetime. Therefore, disclosing information about silver bones early can prevent unexpected situations.

There are hundreds of cities in this world, and each city has more or less surviving refugees. Each of them has the chance to discover silver bones. Once Su Hao gets the "first" title, "second," "third," "fourth," and so on, will have no meaning.

From a certain perspective, this is equivalent to a patent.

Yeying asked coldly, "Just to promote the researcher's level without any material rewards?"

"Is it not hard to equate a 20-year-old young man with a C3-level researcher?"

Wang Qian played with the buttons on his clothes, his eyes turning back to the stove, and said indifferently, "Although I like to use people without restrictions, I must consider various external factors. I admit—Su Hao is indeed very excellent. However, advancing from D3 to C3 in less than a year is too fast. Of course, his efforts fully justify these rewards, but others won't think so. Those idiots and fools will judge by appearance and age. In their dirty minds, which are as messy as paste, 'scientist' is always an old, wrinkled, white-haired person.

"Damn, if appearance alone could produce research results, we might as well hire a few half-dead Parkinson's patients who need to be supported to walk as researchers. In short, regarding Su Hao, I can only do so much for now. As for material rewards... hehe! Chen Yanlin is also very interested in Su Hao. I heard he has already issued a new military officer appointment. Once we disclose information about silver bones, the military will definitely give Su Hao enough attention. At that time, he can get whatever material he wants."

As he spoke, Wang Qian ungracefully used his little finger to pick his nose, flicking out a dark gray clump of snot, and smiled cunningly, "The resources allocated to the Academy of Sciences are limited. Using some means less. Since the military is willing to pay for the rewards, why should I add more? It's a win to get benefits without effort."

Yeying's cold expression did not change, but her thoughts were somewhat amused. The fat dean was very shrewd. At this moment, he looked like the petty and cunning landlords in the revolutionary books of the early founding period, who would not hesitate to exploit the laborers, wearing melon-shaped hats and sporting mustaches. Yes, just like Zhou Bapi.

"There is one more thing," Wang Qian's expression became solemn, and his tone became serious, "The importance of silver bones is no less than that of the enhancement drugs. Inform the military to start collecting this substance now. Blood zombies and humanoids are evolved forms of zombies. Who knows what these mutated creatures will become in the future. It's best to obtain enough silver bones in a short time to significantly enhance the overall strength of the front-line units. This is more important than anything else."

Yeying quickly recorded the fat dean's orders and continued to ask, "Anything else?"

Her tone was the same as usual, but Wang Qian's face became awkward and embarrassed.

After a few seconds of silence, the fat dean hesitated, shook his head, and waved his hand.

Yeying silently watched Wang Qian's back.

From her angle, she could not see the restraint and unease in the fat dean's eyes.

However, the distance between them was so close that Yeying could feel Wang Qian's heart beating fast, and his body temperature rising sharply.

He did not say another word, as if the stove in front of him was the latest research topic.

Yeying closed the file, raised her hand in a salute, turned, and walked out of the room with precise steps, the sound of her high heels clicking.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, and everything returned to silence.

The tension on Wang Qian's face gradually disappeared, replaced by disappointment and regret.

He moved his hairy, thick legs, and from under his smelly buttocks, he took out a small, exquisite jewelry box and opened it.

In the flickering light of the stove, a large, exquisite diamond ring could be seen embedded in the black velvet cushion in the center, shining brightly.

Wang Qian stared at the ring, his eyes full of dejection.

"Damn! Is it so difficult to say 'I love you' to a woman? I really don't understand where my usual courage and boldness have gone. I'm a man, I should corner her like a beast and threaten her to marry me with a roar like a bell. Damn! What a charming night, perfect for a strong kiss and a push. Why do I forget private matters when talking about official business? Why do I lose my courage at crucial moments? Why do I involuntarily lower my head when I see her eyes? I, I, I... next time! Next time I will definitely find a better opportunity and say everything I want to say—strong kiss! Yes! Strong push..."

The fat man kept talking to himself, his expression fluctuating between sorrow and excitement. His lips and the corners of his eyes were twitching, his eyes fixed on the ring, filled with infinite longing and expectation.

Wang Qian did not notice that when Yeying left the room, the door did not close but left a barely noticeable crack.

She stood outside the door, holding her breath, silently watching the self-pitying fat dean.

Yeying, as an enhanced person, had sharper hearing and vision than ordinary people, and could clearly hear every word Wang Qian was saying at the moment. She smiled gently. Instantly, her icy face seemed to melt, revealing a charming and captivating expression.

The official letter with the dual seals of the Academy of Sciences and Wang Qian was quickly sent to the heads of various important military departments.

"Silver bones," "first discoverer," and "Su Hao" became the most important elements in the readers' minds.

The most critical part of the document was the sentence, "Bone and central nervous system enhancement increased by 80% to 100%..."

Many people expressed doubts, and some found the data unreliable.

Although they found silver bones in zombies according to the document, many people questioned whether this substance could be consumed and whether it would cause any terrible side effects.

Wang Qian's ability to independently control the Academy of Sciences was closely related to the secret support of certain military commanders. There were supporters as well as opponents. Under the orders of some commanders who were close to the fat dean, more than half of the front-line units began to collect and consume silver bones.

After a 48-hour adaptation period, the newly formed 91st Division on the eastern front launched an attack on a smaller group of zombies.

The results of the battle were similar to previous ones, with thousands of zombies killed. However, the phrase "206 casualties on our side..." in the report attracted more attention than any other data.

This was the best achievement the military had achieved since the outbreak of the virus.

According to the officers who participated in the battle, if the soldiers were not still adapting to their suddenly increased strength and speed, the battle time could have been shortened by a third or even half.

Spring in the south usually comes earlier than in the north.

Women seem to be more sensitive to temperature changes than men.

Especially in winter, they are often more resistant to the cold than men.

From a physiological perspective, this is because women have thicker and more evenly distributed subcutaneous fat. But it also includes their passionate pursuit of "beauty" and "dressing up."

At 16 degrees Celsius, it still felt cold, but Xinyan, wearing wool shorts and lined tights, felt a bit warm and even had the urge to go back and change into a pair of thin stockings.

She stood on a roof over 30 meters high, holding a sniper rifle. Her crouching and aiming posture made her muscles appear tense and powerful. Her protruding buttocks were round and firm, showing a feminine curve under the khaki shorts. The black leather jacket was unbuttoned, and the milk-silk, light-colored low-cut shirt supported her round chest. Her tender, white shoulder blades exuded an alluring smoothness. This seductive posture was not deliberate. She brought her eye close to the high-powered scope, focusing on a blood zombie about 100 meters away. "Bang!" The powerful gunshot echoed, and the blood zombie fell. About half a minute later, a team member ran to the fallen blood zombie, drew a steel axe from the side of his backpack, and split the corpse to retrieve the silver bones.

This was a heavy machinery factory located in the southern part of the city.

Two days ago, Su Hao led over 30 people to clear the factory workshops, killing over 100 zombies that had been nesting there.

The plan to encircle Lin Yu's team was very meticulous. Apart from a few deliberately left prisoners, no one escaped the double encirclement of fire and zombies—starving zombies enjoyed a feast of fresh meat. Su Hao also destroyed the temporary camps and supply units of the "Shengfei" Group inside and outside the city based on information from various channels and prisoner confessions.

Now, Su Hao had a vast amount of resources.

He was a formal researcher at the Academy of Sciences, a registered second lieutenant, and had a large "swarm" of thousands of people... All of this was something he had never imagined when planning his escape from the future world.

Su Hao had deployed hundreds of team members in the city.

Their task was clear—to conduct a thorough search of their respective areas, looking for survivors in every room. They were to help the survivors, gain their trust, and expand the team.

The prototype drug was changing Su Hao, changing everyone's fate, and changing the world.

However, besides personnel and supplies, Su Hao needed something else.

The survivors set up a batch of wind power generation devices near the machinery factory to provide energy for the workshops.

This was not difficult—there were a large number of materials left over from the peaceful era scattered throughout the city, and some of the new members joining the team were skilled engineers and technicians.

A "Great Wall" off-road vehicle slowly drove onto the repair platform. Steel plates cut to the appropriate size were welded around the body, a heavy machine gun mount was installed on the roof, and the exhaust pipe and axle were replaced.

Outside the workshop, several off-road vehicles that had already been modified were parked.

They were unrecognizable. Apart from the remaining brand logo on the front, the rest of the body, paint, panels, and even the tires had been replaced or reinforced. They had no aesthetic appeal, looking like metal monsters made of a pile of scrap metal. This modification did not consider aesthetics or comfort but was purely based on sturdiness, strength, and powerful performance.

Undoubtedly, the lifespan of the modified vehicles would be significantly shortened.

But they were very practical and reassuring to drive.

In addition to cars, the modification also included heavy motorcycles collected from malls and the city.

They were disassembled into parts and then reassembled with a high-power engine as the core, and a more robust triangular all-steel chassis.

This unconventional three-wheeled motorcycle resembled a racing car, with a powerful engine and excellent off-road performance. Even when driven by a single person, one hand could control the machine gun. According to Su Hao's suggestion, a chainsaw with the blade facing outward was installed on each side of the body.

The importance of the machinery factory was self-evident. Su Hao also abandoned some of the plans he had made in the future world—apart from the "Castle," he did not intend to build a second new city. Instead, he planned to use the tall and sturdy buildings in the city as a foundation, reinforce the bases, and connect them to gradually annex and control the entire city.

Looking at the off-road vehicle being modified with thick steel plates, surrounded by countless welding sparks, Su Hao slowly smiled.

Xinyan, carrying a warm sniper rifle, quickly entered the workshop and handed the microphone of the military communicator to Su Hao, saying urgently, "Wu Guoguang's call, they are in trouble."

Densely packed zombies blocked the road in front of the guard headquarters. They surged like a tide, battering the full-steel fence blocking the gate. From the air, it was easy to think of the crowded scenes in the black-and-white film "The Crow and the Sparrow."

Three heavy machine guns were set up at the windows facing the road. They roared, spewing flames, and the dense hail of bullets knocked the zombies off balance. These half-rotten mutants could not withstand the powerful 12.7mm bullets. Many zombies had their chests blown open, their waists or thighs shattered. These injuries, which would be fatal to humans, only slightly slowed the advance of the zombie horde— their vital point was the brain, and as long as their heads were not damaged, they could still crawl forward with their hands.

Two soldiers on the roof, gritting their teeth, threw grenades wildly at the zombie horde. Fireballs rose into the sky, scattering blood and flesh with the smoke. Each explosion left a small gap in the dense horde, but the zombies behind quickly filled it, as if nothing had happened.

"Ammunition, go to the warehouse and get more ammunition—"

"There are too many of them. Urge the helicopter again, ask when they will arrive?"

"Burn important documents, check the explosives around the building again, and be ready to retreat at any time."

The cries added to the tension inside the headquarters. Everywhere were hurried footsteps, and empty ammunition boxes were scattered in the rooms. As the machine gunners changed barrels, other soldiers took their positions at the windows with assault rifles. They were well-trained and remained calm in the face of adversity. However, their opponents were not humans but fearless mutated creatures.

Wu Guoguang, with a grim face, aimed at a large blood zombie with his assault rifle and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the blood zombie's head accurately. It staggered and was quickly swallowed by the horde.

Even in the future world, there was no research indicating that zombies had thoughts or emotions. However, the increasing number of casualties among their kind did enrage the horde. They howled, gnawed at the steel fence, and smashed it with their heads, arms, and legs. Some agile blood zombies even stepped on the bodies of their kind, roaring excitedly as they tried to climb over the several-meter-high fence, only to be shot down by soldiers waiting inside the gate. They sprayed blood and fell with screams.

Half an hour ago, a survivor ran to the guard headquarters and asked for help.

The soldiers, following the rules, gave him an immunity injection and a small pack of compressed biscuits.

The survivor was not satisfied and kept begging the military to take him away. The soldiers refused his request and told him to go to the north side of the city to find Su Hao's team. There was food, water, and safety.

The survivor did not listen to these words. He kept shouting outside, using all kinds of filthy language to threaten the soldiers. This verbal threat soon turned into action—he cut his wrist with a knife and scattered blood on the surrounding streets. Many zombies were attracted. Dozens, hundreds, thousands... In the end, there were too many to count.

The survivor was clearly desperate.

He laughed bitterly and cut his throat with a knife.

Before making this crazy move, he shouted hoarsely, "Since you won't save me, let's all die together! All die! No one should live! I want you to bury me! Come with me to see the King of Hell—"

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