It would be appropriate to use it as a countermeasure to mutated zombies. But the problem is that we and the people around us are not dead yet, and we are still alive and not infected.

Suddenly, the mysterious man who couldn't see clearly understood that the government had put in such a painstaking effort.

They want to completely isolate the area outside the wall and always turn into a piece of unmanned wasteland. In order to only ensure absolute interests within the security line.

The body remains of the dead soldiers were scattered everywhere. The sticky cells that were injured in the body were sensed, and the solidified limbs quickly dissolved into a cluster of crystal liquid. They swayed desperately and struggled. However, they could not put together the missing parts again. They could only become absorbed bodies that nourish the soil under the greedy swallowing of the dry sand.

Although the regenerator has the characteristics of stickiness, the standard of resurrection must be based on its own energy. The "child" does not have the strong vitality of the "maternal body". Ordinary shootings may not be fatal to them. However, the complete shattering of the body under the strong explosion is enough to bring them into the dark underground forever by terrible death.

The mysterious man, who could not see clearly, stood in front of the bomb crater caused by the explosion, silently staring at the cold and thick wall in the distance. His hands were already tightly pinching so that he could no longer find any gap.

The wind is blowing.

It was rolled up on the ground, crazily absorbing everything that could be wrapped around it. It was like a greedy beast, eating all the prey around it. Wherever it passed, there was no longer any daring to resist except for the dead and heavy sand and stones.

A slightly yellow grass emerged from the cracks of the dried stones with great difficulty. It stood proudly on its weak body. No matter how the angry wind roared, it still remained unrest. It used its flexible stems to silently make its silent noise.

The mysterious man who could not see clearly had already been attracted by this special scene.

Grass is also a life.

Who wants to die if he can live?

"Dog bastards, since I don't let me have a baby, I won't let you live well!"

The mysterious man whose face was not clear had turned blood-red. The tense face of his face had already become ferocious.

Behind him stood a group of silent people. In addition to despair, what projected in their eyes were anger, hatred and cruelty.

The Yellow River was shocked by this extremely strong, as if it had substantial hatred. But it was strange that even so, he still did not wake up from meditation.

In the vast space, a military surveillance satellite painted with federal emblems is gathering the focus of the observation lens on this small army that is thousands of miles away. In an instant, countless special signals are recorded, and under the invisible drive of energy, it is rapidly rushing towards the place where the receiving station is rapidly on the ground.

Washington, the Supreme Military Command.

Looking at the observation data that had just been received in front of him, the gloomy face finally burst into a smile of relief that had been difficult to find for several days.

When he received the report of mine-hit on the ground surveillance station, he didn't quite believe it was true. After all, some dizzy animals were able to break into the minefield and cause an explosion. It was not until the Space Surveillance Information Headquarters sent the same report back that he believed that his luck finally came.

However, to be on the cusp, he still needs to verify it again before making the final decision.

"Can you be sure it's them?" This is what the staff officer who sent the report.

"I have compared it repeatedly. Regardless of the number of personnel, the direction of the journey, and the distribution of equipment, they are exactly the same as the previously missing corpses. The probability of matching is as high as more than 98.6%. "The staff officer in the uniform of the naval academy seemed particularly confident.

"OK!" Croweg pinched his right fist and slammed it on the smooth table with excitement: "Order the first and second assault brigades to encircle from both wings. Cooperate with all ground forces to attack. At the same time, order the Air Force to cooperate with the bombing. This time, they must not let them slip away again. All problems will be solved at once."

More than half a month has passed, and the coup has no impact on people living in the core circle of the federal government.

The menus of major hotels in Washington are still crowded with people. The expensive and wonderful delicious dishes are highly praised by people, and without exception, they are criticized and praised by gourmets. In the most lively nightclub, the special aroma of expensive cigars and the rewards of rare wines stored in a century-old cellar. You can always see a lot of money, and the sexy girl who is confused and addicted to it, being held in the arms of a wealthy man who is so popular, holding her white and tender thighs and twitching.

Ordinary people continue to go to work and go home. The only thing that has changed is that their pockets are bulging, and the market can supply more and more goods and more abundantly.

Singer and artist are busy with their careers.

The field of scholars and poets is also undisturbed.

Everything is running in the established direction.

Of course, people can also hear "illegal" news from certain channels. In addition to satisfying temporary curiosity, the role of these messages has no longer touched them.

Infection, nuclear explosion, radiation...O God of Almighty! How far and terrible it is. I hope you will never appear by my side.

Perhaps, there are still some "kind" people who will cry and be sad for the refugees who are far away and struggling on the vertebrae of death. They will also wear white clothes and hold a thick candle. They stand somewhere for a long time and pray silently, causing the crowds around them to sigh in admiration.

This is the so-called "good wishes". Just spend a little time and use your brain to make a few useless thoughts to win the so-called "good deeds".

Such actions have no effect on reality.

The World Grand Theater on New Broadway has always been the favorite place for the President of the Yellow River.

He likes opera.

This ancient art can completely release his nervous mood. Especially the moment when the highest tremolo of the aria ends, there will always be a trace of extremely comfortable ripples in the deepest part of his heart.

"Hamlet" is a famous drama that has been around for many years and is also one of Wergen's favorite dramas.

However, tonight, he was destined to be unable to fully appreciate what he had been looking forward to. A mysterious and familiar phone call forced him to leave his beloved theater and sit back to his cold desk.

"I want to remind you! According to the scheduled agreement, I have fulfilled all my responsibilities. Next, I need to see the duties and obligations you can fulfill for this. Moreover, it will not take too long. My patience is not much left!"

The yellow river, with a gloomy face, had a very gentle language that was completely opposite to it: "Now, more than one-third of the land on the earth have become nuclear radiation areas of varying degrees. I am trying my best to complete the work I have to do as much as possible according to the part stipulated in the agreement. Your urging really makes me embarrassed!"

"Hmm! Hum! Hum! Hum!" There were chilling sneers from the other end of the phone: "What's there to be embarrassed about? You are now the only master of the Earth Federation. Those extra members have been killed or completely disappeared under the cooperation between you and me. With just one order, you can get what you want. Therefore, I have sufficient reasons to suspect that you are ruling for no reason."

"You can't insult me ​​with such words!"

In contrast to the righteous and stern interpretation in the mouth, the eyes of the Federal President Huang He projected a cold light full of hatred and anger: "Give me another week. I will let all your requirements be met the most thoroughly. I promise!"

"Very good! I'll wait and see!" After the words floated out gently, the stranger on the phone hung up without hesitation.

He pinched the microphone with blind voices and was stunned for a while. He didn't expect that the other party would be so resolute. Because of his anger and shame, his face turned red in anger.

"Your Excellency, do you need a hot cup of coffee?"

Seeing this, the confidant standing beside him quickly made a statement. He knew what his master needed most at this time.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The Yellow River, which came to his senses, was furious like a fierce hungry lion. He bit his lips tightly, grabbed anything that could be touched, and smashed it at the people next to him. In awe of surprise and shock, soon, he was alone in the huge office.

He gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were twitching rapidly. He was still holding a delicate pencil in his hand.

"Crack----"

Amid the crisp cracking sound, the poor pencil broke down. The anger on the Yellow River's face was gradually replaced by cruel madness.

The next day, the federal president's private residence.

"What did you say? Leave the edges of the actual control area at present? And contaminate them all with radioactive waste? My God, did I hear it wrong, or are you talking nonsense?"

In the small private conference room, a huge sound suddenly came from the crowd, which made people's ears buzz. The source of the sound was Ravika Kamore, the weak and elderly president of Moore Bank, sitting in a wheelchair.

As the person being questioned, Huanghe was holding a cup of slightly cool coffee and sucking it in an orderly manner. It seemed that the other party's screams did not arouse any interest in him at all.

Around them, in addition to the Secretary of Defense Clauge, who holds the weight of power, there are representatives from the Wien family, Carros Shipping Group, and Mayykwaz Arms. Their eyes were also full of confusion and doubts.

"You heard it right." Looking up at the surroundings, Huanghe said lightly: "What I mean is to make the edge of the control area appear. This part of the land accounts for about one-fifth of the existing control circle."

"Why?" Old Man Ravika's eyes widened: "Do you want to build a wall again? Do you still need to spend a lot of resources to do the same thing? Have you forgotten the agreement with us?"

These questions are also the inner doubts of all the present. However, Ravika's reaction was too intense. Of course, if anyone invested a lot of money in advance, he would not only not get any reward. He was forced to give up what had already been heard again. I believe that he would react exactly the same way.

"I must first stabilize the rule in the control area." Huang He smiled friendly at him. He said slowly in a tempting voice: "At present, the number of federal troops after the reorganization is not enough to defend the entire border. This is one. Second, there are too many civilians in the control line. It is impossible to ensure that the new welfare policy can be implemented on everyone's heads. Third, I think, everyone here is probably far from satisfied with the current situation, right?"

"You mean..." Moron Wien's reaction was quick. He had already vaguely guessed what the other party said.

"The oil fields in central and western Asia and southern Europe. The rich materials, coal, iron, rare gold and other minerals in designated areas. If these things can be obtained, I believe that they will be enough to offset your losses. And, can they bring more rewards, right?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

Since the earth entered the industrial age, the mining of energy and minerals has reached an unprecedented level. In order to push the process of civilization to the extreme, humans are like a group of hungry ants, treating the earth as a rich fruit and making holes. In order to dig out what they need most from the thick soil.

Under this almost disorderly crazy mining, a large number of them were wasted when they were not fully utilized. Although with the advancement of science and technology, more and more new energy sources have become alternatives to traditional oil, coal, iron and other materials. However, no matter what, no matter from the quality and performance of the products being manufactured, the new resources that have been replaced always have various disadvantages that cannot be expected.

The mineral deposits distributed on the earth are like naughty children. They always appear in places that people cannot imagine. Just a few years ago, a report investigated by relevant federal departments had repeatedly proposed: the underground of some densely populated large and medium-sized cities in eastern Asia, central and southern Africa, and western Europe. There are amazing new veins buried.

This news once made countless people excited and crazy. But in the end, they were always in a helpless situation.

If you want to dig and mine, you must first move all the residents of the city on the surface of the mineral area. The number of migrations of tens of millions of people, the costs incurred in relation to real estate, reconstruction and other aspects, are definitely astronomical figures that anyone will be trembling when they see it.

At that time, there were several powerful consortiums eager to do so. However, when they carefully and repeatedly calculated the cost of investment and the possible return, the huge number difference comparison forced them to dispel this arrogant idea.

The designated areas of the Yellow River include 36 such densely populated cities. Total, the permanent residents involved will not be less than 200 million.

That is to say, once this plan is determined, then all civilians in this area must completely relocate within the specified time.

Huge and cold beads of sweat oozed out from the head of Moron, the representative of the Wien family. Compared with the hundreds of billions of dollars of funds provided to the federal government before, if all immigrants were placed in accordance with the normal method, the expenses incurred... are simply unimaginable.

In contrast to him, Ravika, the president of Kamore Bank, this shrewd old Jew, smelled some unusual breath from the words of the Yellow River. He no longer spoke. He just stared at the Federal President sitting in front of him and drinking coffee leisurely with a meaningful and profound gaze.

"Two million people are too many... Of course, it is not possible to carry out demolition and resettlement in a normal way. However, according to federal law, the amount of compensation is generally determined by the demolition person himself and discuss with the government. That is to say, if these migrants do not require any compensation, then the government will naturally not be so stupid as to stuff the banknotes into their pockets."

When he said this, the expression on Huang He's face was plain, gentle, and even a faint smile. It seemed that he was talking about a simple family matter.

However, in the hearts of all listeners, there is a shock and fear that cannot be described in words.

Of course they know the hidden meaning in the Yellow River dialect.

"If no one in all the cities in this area protests or opposes this move. Then, those mines buried underground can obtain limited mining rights through bidding. Of course, as usual, the federal government must occupy 40% of the proceeds."

"Your Excellency! I have no intention of questioning your ability to implement this plan." Suddenly, Carlos, who had been silent, said: "I am just a little curious. With the current strength of the federal army, I want to clean up as many as 200 million civilians at one time. Is it...unrealistic?"

"Who said I would clean them up?" Huang He raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "Two million people seem to be a lot. But in my opinion, there is actually not much difference from 200 million ants."

As soon as he spoke, all the listeners couldn't help but shudder.

"There are so many ways to deal with ants." The Yellow River did not seem to see the expression on everyone's face, and still said to himself: "Spread viruses, conduct radiation attacks, and poison them in large quantities... Haha! We have to thank those ancestors who died early. They have given this world so many ways to kill people. However, among all the alternative answers, what I most like is to drive them away. In comparison, this is the easiest and the least money is spent."
Chapter completed!