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"Didn't the commander tell us to report any mutant zombies to Griffin's sniper unit and let them handle them?"
"Ah, I saw that the Destroyer and I were there, and I thought that the firepower of the two of us could easily kill the other party, so I didn't ask Griffin's tactical doll for help."
The architect hastened to explain.
"Stop talking nonsense and catch up quickly. The commander is a little worried about you."
The agent said and ended the communication.
"No more fighting, no more fighting. I admit my mistake. I know you mean well. Let's take the chocolate and run away."
"You beat me up! I don't want to share the chocolate with you!"
The destroyer angrily got up from the ground and brushed the dirt off his body.
"Don't say that. If you don't give me the chocolate, I'll go tell the commander and the agent, and then you won't be able to keep the chocolate."
"We are in a relationship where we both prosper and suffer together."
The architect gave a sly smile.
"hateful!"
The saboteur looked at the architect with gritted teeth, then reluctantly climbed back into the truck and began collecting the chocolates inside.
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Type 95 and Type 97 here.
"Sister Jiuwu, why are those zombies gathered under that building and not dispersing?"
Jiu Qishi pointed at a small three-story building in the distance that was surrounded by a group of zombies and asked curiously.
"I think someone must be injured inside, and the blood attracted the zombies to surround them."
"Then should we go and take a look? How about helping the people inside to clean up the zombies?"
Nine-Seven asked excitedly.
"It's useless.. Even if we clear out those zombies, the people inside won't be able to follow the convoy to Black Wind City."
"He can't even walk outside in this cold weather. The low temperature will worsen his wounds. Moreover, we have a mission assigned to us by the commander. We can't waste any more time."
Jiuwushi shook his head.
Although she is kind-hearted, she will not waste time on something that will not produce any results.
If there was a survivor being chased, she would naturally help, but for something that was basically a death sentence, she would not waste too much time on it.
Chapter 200: M Experiment
"Commander, I found a library. Would you like to take some books back? Books are a good way to obtain information. Although these are materials from before the apocalypse, I think there are some useful materials in them for us."
The voice of M200 came from Moyin's tactical headset.
"That makes sense. I'll be right over."
Moyin took out the GPS locator, took a look at the location of M200, and then ran over quickly.
As soon as he ran to the front of the library, Moyin saw G11 looking at him with pitiful eyes.
"Commander, I can't walk anymore. Can you carry me on your back? I really can't carry out such a search mission. Tie me to your back! Not only can I help you prevent sneak attacks from behind, but I can also serve as a human shield if there is real danger! This way I won't hinder your search work."
G11 rushed in front of Moyin, grabbed the sleeve of his windbreaker tightly, and shook it back and forth.
"Well, there's really nothing I can do about you... You'll fall asleep soon anyway... Why don't you just tell me you want to slack off..."
"Will that make me lazy?"
"Well... I think so. As a former shut-in, I can understand your feeling of not wanting to walk."
Moyin squatted down with his back to G11, somewhat speechless.
"M200, come and help tie her to my back."
Moyin took out several ropes from the system space.
"Can I really fall asleep like this? The feeling of being tied up... I always feel like I'm being held captive."
Although M200 was deeply skeptical, he still obediently took the rope from Moyin's hand and tied G11 vertically behind Moyin's back.
"If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't be able to sleep, but G11 is the kind of humanoid who can fall asleep within five minutes no matter how bad the environment is. I call her the Goddess of Sleep."
Moyin spread his hands and started to explain.
"Oh, you are worthy of being the commander. You really understand me! I like the title of Sleeping God. Please talk to 416 and ask her to stop calling me Dormouse and call me Sleeping God!"
"Are you the kind of humanoid who cares about being addressed..."
"That makes sense. I'll get some sleep first. If there's a fight, call me."
G11 closed his eyes.
"If even noise can't wake her up, can we really wake her up in a short period of time?"
M200 asked doubtfully.
G11 behind Moyin was already snoring in a somewhat cute way.
"Well, G11 is pretty reliable in this regard. I heard from 416 that as long as it really comes to the time to fight, she never fails, so there should be no problem."
Moyin said as he took out the high-frequency particle vibration knife and walked into the library.
Two zombies in office uniforms were lying on the ground, shaking constantly.
"Hey, Commander, why don't these zombies attack us? Could it be that this is a new type of zombie?"
M200 asked curiously.
"No, they are just ordinary trash. They are just afraid of me on a life level."
As Moyin spoke, he walked up to the two zombies and pierced their heads with a high-frequency particle vibration knife.
"Commander, how does the Corpse King rule the zombies?"
M200 asked with great interest.
"It seems that the assembly order is announced through some kind of zombie language, but I don't understand it."
Moyin spread his hands, then began to move the bookshelves in the library into the system space.
"If you can imitate the roar of the Corpse King, then can we also summon a tide of corpses?"
M200 asked excitedly.
"Theoretically, it should be possible. I do have the pressure of the Corpse King... but it's useless. I don't need to destroy a gathering place. Besides, if we really fight the Corpse King, who knows which side they will side with? If it's the Corpse King on the opposite side, it will be equivalent to adding a lot of extra trouble to me."
Moyin shrugged and said helplessly.
"Ah, that's right, but I hope to do some research on this, is that okay?"
M200 thought about it and asked.
"It's up to you. If you want to study, go ahead. I won't interfere with your interests."
Moyin replied gently. He always regarded the tactical dolls as his relatives rather than subordinates, so he would not interfere with the tactical dolls' preferences in a domineering manner.
"Uh-huh!!"
"Come to think of it, Commander, why do the mutant zombies want to kill you?"
M200 asked curiously.
"I think it's probably because they ate me that they were able to advance to a higher level of zombies."
Moyin answered casually.
"Then what will happen if your blood is contaminated by these ordinary zombies? Will they also evolve into primary mutants?"
M200 asked.
"Eh!!!! If my blood can make these zombies evolve into primary mutants, then I can get unlimited resource points!!! Wow M200, are you a genius?"
Moyin excitedly hugged M200 and kissed her hard on the face.
If this method is feasible, he doesn't need to run around searching for steel mills. He can quickly earn resource points by sitting at home.
"Ava wah wah wah."
M200's face instantly turned red when he was suddenly hugged and praised by Moyin, and he fell limply on Moyin in a daze.
"Ah, sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you so suddenly, cheer up, have a drink of water and calm down."
Moyin reached out and patted M200's cheek, then took out a bottle of mineral water.
M200 drank half the bottle in one breath and finally calmed down, but the blush on his face had not yet faded.
"Let's go and see if my blood can upgrade these ordinary zombies into primary mutants."
Moyin took M200's hand and walked excitedly towards an ordinary zombie crawling on the ground next to the window.
He stretched out his index finger and quickly scratched his wrist with his fingernail. A wound appeared immediately, and Moyin dripped his blood in front of the ordinary zombie.
pat.
The bright red blood fell to the ground. The zombies on the ground were stunned for a moment, then suddenly pounced madly on the blood splashed on the ground and began to lick it.
After a few seconds, the ordinary zombie's body shook again, and then suddenly struggled frantically on the ground.
"? Commander, will zombies behave like this when they advance?"
M200 looked at the zombies on the ground and asked puzzledly.
"Don't ask me, I haven't seen a zombie advance either."
Moyin spread his hands innocently, but he also felt that this zombie didn't seem to be advancing.
After five minutes, the zombie's struggling movements gradually slowed down, and then all the tissues in the body began to melt rapidly, eventually turning into a pool of black meat paste.
Chapter 343: Dark Lolita
"........."
Looking at the meat paste in front of him, Moyin was speechless.