Restart Red Moon, from arms dealer to imperial command

"The person in charge is very cautious. I don't know the full synthetic formula."

Lin Gena said: "Each research base is only responsible for synthesizing part of it. I only know the second-stage synthesis formula and precautions."

This incident was quite expected.

"Know how much to write."

Bai Zhu wanted to end the conversation, but suddenly thought of something: "Since you are professionals and have the finished product of [Alice] in your hands, you should be familiar with its effects."

Lingena was silent for a while.

She couldn't figure out Bai Zhu's attitude towards [Alice].

This is a new type of weapon that can arm humans more directly and make a huge profit.What's more, Bai Zhu also asked her about the formula of the fusion potion.

But the other party clearly guessed the identity of her researcher, or the fact that they were all researchers, but instead of treating her with courtesy or coercion or inducement to produce research for her, she behaved extremely badly, and her murderous intent could not be faked.

"This drug would give humans a chance to evolve."

Lin Gegna spoke:
"At first, I rejected the research and production of this unknown drug, but later the old researcher led us to see the effects of volunteers taking [Alice]. They will become resistant to pollution and even fuse with each other, which is better than before. Becoming stronger and more powerful."

Bai Zhu fiddled with his pistol and repeated playfully: "Evolve."

It's that word again.

"What we are doing is for the future of mankind. Animals and plants have evolved, so why can't humans evolve through pollution? There may be failures and accidents at the beginning, but human progress will be accompanied by a lot of sacrifices. and giving.

"The shadow of pollution is everywhere around the world. The food we eat, the air we breathe, the tools we use, and even the enemies we fight against, pollution has become an indispensable part of the environment we live in. Human beings cannot just stay in safety. Areas rely on regular injections of serum to relieve discomfort and mutations. Not to mention the deepening pollution levels, one day the serum will become a useless waste product.

"In this case, why not create a successful fusion potion before that day comes? To avoid disasters that can be avoided in the first place. Fusion is a trend and a way to survive! Species evolve and the fittest survive! Human beings can survive to this day because of continuous evolution. "

When Sharge stepped into the dungeon, what he heard were Lingena's words.

From calm at the beginning to excitement, even impassioned.

This set of words sounds so reasonable, so high-sounding, and so supreme. At first glance, it will make the hairs stand on end. Those who are not firm will be attracted by it, and even be shaken like brainwashing.

"Volunteer? Who is the volunteer?"

In plain English, the tone is calm and even the tone is slow:

"Are the ordinary people who died in the Second City, or the people who were kidnapped by your research institute for experiments? Humanity should progress, but we must not use this attitude of casual sacrifice. This is not righteousness, this is just the most exquisite and noble selfishness."

Extreme words are often easy to get people to blame, and the more righteous and awe-inspiring the lines are, the easier it is for people to believe in them.

The first time I heard these words from Ling Gena, I felt very passionate.

The second time I tasted it carefully, I just felt cold all over.

It's like standing in the snow with thin clothes, and then discovering that the story behind it is a tragedy in the cold.Does Social Darwinism really need to be so sugar-coated and exquisitely packaged to discipline everyone?

Those who stand at the top of the food chain lead mankind, promote progress and sacrifice with a wave of their hands, and win applause and flowers.

Who was the person who was sacrificed?They are definitely not these "noble-minded" people at the top of the food chain, but the people at the bottom of the food tower who can't hold their heads up for the rest of their lives, with their families ruined and their families unknown.The history books will not leave their names, not even a string of cold numbers.

In the apocalypse, such extreme thoughts are like grass seeds after the spring breeze. They cannot be chopped down and burned. They grow wildly and devour other competing thoughts. Fanatic supporters only want the present and no future. Today's dream will die today.

How many people can calmly analyze the pros and cons, take a long-term view, and treat it objectively?Even if there were, would the real people in power be able to listen?

Sharger stood at the end of the dungeon stairs. His whole body was like a string that was stretched to the limit. It seemed that even the slightest amount of moonlight falling on his shoulders would cause him to be shattered to pieces in an instant.

Such a tense state was too abnormal. Xia Fan was keenly aware of it and said carefully: "Boss, you..."

"I'm fine," Sharger sighed silently and relaxed his body, "Go in."

Lin Gena had obviously calmed down. The passionate speech she had just made had been subsided by the cold attitudes of the people opposite her. When she heard the footsteps, she looked up without energy.

"Did I wake you up to sleep?" Bai Zhu loosened the top two buttons of his white shirt, revealing them under his open windbreaker. A rather hideous scar could be faintly seen under his collarbone.

It was once a very dangerous open wound that almost penetrated Bai Shu's entire chest. At that time, one foot stepped into the gate of hell and almost fell in.

For this reason, Sharg warned Baizhu not to enter their lair during the excitement period of alien breeding in April. There are even a group of extremely difficult high-level aliens to deal with. One is enough, let alone piles. Mating.

"It's just that I don't sleep much because I'm older," Xia Erg said with a gentle smile, "I can't sleep, so I just came to take a look - did you find what you wanted?"

He said and glanced at Lingena in the dungeon.

The latter shrank his neck inexplicably and looked away in panic.

Sharger has a cold, sad face and always speaks softly.

But his eyes were extremely sharp, like a sharp sword that wanted to pierce the hypocritical surface of the world.

"I think I got it," Bai Zhu said, throwing the pistol to 99 aside. "But if it's not a breakthrough, the last batch of researchers who were transported didn't make any big movements after being left alone... The value is also very marginal.”

Sharger's voice was gentle: "Since it's useless, let's kill them all and keep Ye Changmengduo."

The two people in the cell were shocked when they heard this. Lilia was about to curse when she was knocked down by Lingena.

Bai Shu is arrogant, but his temper is barely acceptable. He kills people, but he doesn't kill people without reason.

But this middle-aged man who just came in, even though he has a gentle temperament and speaks softly, he must kill without blinking an eye.

Baizhu has long been accustomed to Sharger's style of eradicating the roots.

She had dealt with He Ze before leaving. Now when she came back, she heard that He Ze's cronies and allies had been cleared away, and even the power had been redistributed. Everything was clean and orderly.

"It's useless, it can indeed be..."

"and many more!"

Hearing that Baizhu also agreed, Lilia shook her head and shook off Lingena's palm, saying anxiously: "I know where those shipments went!"