zombie frenzy

Chapter 139 Back to the Valley
Siberia.

Below the permafrost.

The general sat on a chair and flipped through the thick documents, checked the computer for a while from time to time, and then picked up the thick pen on the table and signed his name very scribbled.

Aggressive.

"Come in." The general called casually without looking up.

A young lieutenant walked in, stood in front of the table, saluted, and opened the folder in his hand, "General, Peter's team has been out of contact for twelve hours, and the technical department has located their final whereabouts. Preliminary guesses already dead."

"What?" The general suddenly raised his head, and the pen in his hand snorted and drew a long line of ink on the document.

"The life monitor has been reset to zero twelve hours ago, and the positioning device has lost contact." The lieutenant swallowed and said tremblingly.

The general suddenly roared, "Twelve hours, why didn't you report? Are you all dead?"

"General." The lieutenant was sweating profusely, "Before you told me not to disturb you no matter what the situation was, besides, after the catastrophe, the signal was not good, and the situation of losing contact often happened, even for seven or eight hours, so... "

"So you keep it from me?" The general stood up, propped his hands on the table and glared at the lieutenant, after a while he slumped back on the chair, waved his hand, and said weakly, "Go out, no one will come in. "

"Yes, General." The lieutenant saluted, and walked out quickly, the back of his military uniform was wet with sweat, he closed the door carefully, leaned against the door frame to breathe for a while, then straightened his clothes and hat, and strode go away.

There was a constant gasp in the office, the general looked ashen, silently looking at the document in front of him.

Peter ranks third among the polar bear evolutionists. Although his importance cannot be compared with him, he has been greedy for a lot of material over the years, especially after the catastrophe. A black market, although he only got a very small part of it, most of it was taken away by the above.

He was in a state of confusion, the committee had been investigating him, and if it wasn't for the superiors covering him up, he would have been sent to a court-martial long ago. The general felt that this time, it might be time for the committee to attack him.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the red phone on the table, hesitated for a while and pressed a few numbers, "Du...beep...beep..."

"Peter's team is completely wiped out, you have to help me." The general said quickly.

"..."

"The committee will definitely make a fuss about this matter. As long as you can delay for a while, three days, give me three days, and I will be able to settle it."

"..."

"After it's done, I don't want a single bottle of evolution fluid. I'll offer all of it. How about it, it will only take three days." The general tore off his collar irritably, panting heavily.

"..."

There was still no answer on the phone. If it wasn't for the faint breathing sound over there, one would almost think the general was talking to himself.

"Without me running around all these years, can you sit and enjoy the blessings? If something happens, none of you will be able to run away." The general said harshly, but just as he finished speaking, he softened again, "Help me, Just three days, it’s really not enough, two days are fine, one day, one day is okay, right?”

The phone was silent for a while again, and a hoarse voice came over, "It's late, the committee has finished its meeting just now, and the military police are probably coming to your place soon, it's not that I won't help you, but you wasted your time .”

"Damn it, you won't be able to run away if you catch me." The general reached out and swept the table, sweeping all the accumulated documents to the ground, shouting angrily.

"I will hand over your share to your family. You decide whether to die or keep your wife and children. If you want to hurry up, the military police will arrive soon, beep...beep...beep."

The general was stunned, the sound of the phone hanging up came from the receiver, he let go of his palm weakly, bang, the phone receiver fell to the ground, and then was pulled by the phone line and kept bouncing.

Aggressive.

"General, the military police are looking for you." The young lieutenant's voice trembled from the door.

"Let them wait a moment, I'll come out right away." The general hesitated and said.

"Please hurry up." A strange voice came in, a little impatient.

The general didn't speak, just stared blankly at the door, struggling constantly in his heart, he lowered his head and slowly opened the drawer, a small pistol appeared in front of him.

"Damn, why is this happening?"

He grabbed the gun and pressed it against his chin, pressed his trembling fingers on the trigger, and closed his eyes in despair.

Bang.

Several gendarmes with red armbands were stunned, kicked open the door quickly, and stood at the door silently watching for a while, they didn't speak, turned and left expressionlessly.

"General, general."

The lieutenant waited for the military police to leave before he dared to rush into the office. He yelled twice, but his face instantly turned pale, and his teeth kept chattering.

The general leaned his head back, and there was a small hole above his chin. Behind him, blood was splashed on the snow-white wall, and white brains were slowly sliding down the wall.

……the Alps.

"What? Impossible." The middle-aged white man yelled out of composure, "It's just a zombie, how could it be possible to wipe out the Beast Squad? Check it out and call the satellite over immediately."

The secretary lowered his head and said in a low voice, "The satellite has passed. This is the latest satellite photo."

The white man took the photo handed over by the secretary with trembling fingers. In the image taken from high altitude, several mechas were lying quietly in the messy dense forest, and there were large and small pits around them. Outside the dense forest, There were corpses lying all over the place, and there were several off-road vehicles parked beside it, one of which had been burned into a pile of scrap iron.

"Impossible." The white man shook his head and tore the photo into pieces.

"Yes, yes, I understand." The secretary's headset sounded, and she whispered a few words while pressing the headset, then looked up at the man, "The council has requested an inquiry immediately, please come over."

The white man looked at her weakly, and smiled wryly, "Are you trying to dismiss me?"

"Forget it." The man waved his hand, "It's up to them."

"My lord." The secretary yelled nervously, and the white man seemed to have been drained of energy, and he walked in front weakly, "Help me prepare the materials."

"It's all here." The secretary nodded, holding a thick stack of folders on his chest and said.

The man stopped talking, and walked ahead silently with his head down.

Unscrewing the door of the conference room, he strode forward and stood on the round platform in the middle, with the secretary standing nervously behind him.

There were huge screens in front of him, and when he stood still, the screen suddenly lit up, and a portrait appeared on the screen, some were busy signing documents, some were whispering to others, a gray-haired The old man coughed, "Okay, let's start."

"Lord Speaker, I..." The white man took the document from the secretary behind him, and just as he spoke, the person who issued the document raised his head and said coldly, "Sorry, Speaker, I don't have so much time Listen to nonsense, I propose that Anderson be removed from his post immediately."

"Seconded."

"pass."

"I agree."

Each of the dozen or so screens raised their hands, and the speaker nodded, "That's it, Anderson."

"Yes, Mr. Speaker." Anderson said calmly, turned around, and walked out silently. The secretary bowed and hurriedly chased after him.

The screens in the conference room went dark one by one. Those councilors seemed to be very busy. A questioning ended in less than a minute. They didn't even give the other party time to explain, but such a thing seemed extremely normal. No one Refutation is like a normal state, and questioning is just a formality.

"My lord, my lord." The secretary quickly followed behind him and called softly.

The white man said with a wry smile, "Don't call me my lord, I'm unemployed now, I'm afraid I'm not as high as you."

"My lord." The secretary frowned, "Why don't they listen to your lord's explanation?"

The man shook his head, "Stop talking, I'm going to New York, please help me arrange it."

"To see Flair?" The secretary asked in surprise.

"What are you doing seeing him? An upstart."

The white man said contemptuously, and he paused, "I still have a few subordinates here, all of whom are not inferior to the Beast Squad. I'm going to find that zombie. This is my only chance to stand up."

"My lord, take me with you." The secretary's eyes lit up, and she looked at him hopefully and said.

"No, you stay here."

Seeing the frustrated look of the secretary, the white man smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "You stay here and give us the latest information, please."

"Yes, my lord." The secretary suddenly regained his energy, flipping through the documents in his hand and asked, "My lord, are you leaving right now?"

"The sooner the better." The white man strode out, took out a mobile phone from his pocket as he walked, and pressed the call button without dialing, "Assemble immediately, we are going to New York."

... Boom.

The car was driving fast in the wilderness, and Mia woke up groggy from the bumps.

The scene in front of her eyes was very blurry, she leaned against the co-pilot's seat, tilted her head, and moved her lips a few times, "Guo, where is this?"

"Hehe, are you awake?"

A somewhat familiar but unfamiliar voice came over, Miya shook her head, trying to see clearly, a black shadow stretched out in front of her, and slashed heavily on her neck.

Miya passed out without saying a word, her body swayed with the bumps, as if she was dead.

In front of the first barbed wire fence in the valley, the sentry post on duty looked at Ritter, who was missing an arm, in surprise. He didn't dare to say anything, and quickly opened the gate.

boom.

The off-road vehicle rolled up a ball of loess and rushed in. The second and third lanes opened automatically without waiting for him to approach, and they rushed all the way to the mouth of the valley before stopping.

bang.

One-eyed Lite staggered and got out of the car, turned to the passenger side and opened the door, pulled Mia out and carried it on his shoulder, then took the severed arm from the back seat, and walked in with a sullen face.

"Look, isn't that Ritter?"

"It's amazing, last time I lost a follower, and this time I didn't even have a hand. I think he's still ruthless."

"Who did this? It's awesome."

Ritter lowered his head, pretending not to hear the gossip, supported his body, and staggered towards the depths of the valley.

"I want to see the boss."

He stood in front of the female secretary, carrying Mia, holding a severed arm in his hand, and the open wound on his chest kept bleeding, but he didn't even intend to bandage it.

"Okay, okay." The female secretary stammered, reached out and pressed the button, nervously communicating with the inside.

"Go in, the boss is waiting for you."

Ritter nodded, walked to the door and took a deep breath. He didn't look at the security guards around him, bit his severed arm with his mouth, and opened the door with his hand.

crunch.

The door slowly closed, and several security guards murmured softly, "Crazy, why don't you go to the medical room with such a serious injury and come here to see the boss?"

"It's really tough. He didn't die like this. Was he made of iron?"

"Is there anyone else? Didn't two teams go out together? Why are people gone?"

"Hey, I heard that the boss gave an order that if he fails to complete the task, he will be executed on the spot. I guess that's why he wants to see the boss immediately."

"He didn't kill it, did he?"

"God knows, does he still want to seek revenge from the boss?"

"What kind of revenge? The boss is not here, so he probably came here to beg for mercy."

The secretary frowned, "Hey hey hey, okay, don't say any more."

The security guards closed their mouths resentfully, but kept staring at the door, unwilling to even do a patrol, just guarding here, waiting for the latest news to appear.

(End of this chapter)