The factory where Miike Kyoutaro works belongs to the armed supply department of the Shoshōin Foundation, and he can learn much more information than the people present.

APOCALYPSEVIRUS has been wreaking havoc for a long time, and it is impossible to determine exactly when it happened.

But the real full-scale outbreak, from a disaster limited to Yuri Island to a global disease spreading around the world, happened around Christmas 2029, about ten years ago.

In just two days, the virus broke out from a small-scale chaos to a worldwide catastrophe.

After a heavy snowfall, the world changes.

Then the Supreme Allied Commander General Headquarters in Japan (referred to as SCAP·GHQ) took the opportunity to take over the island, and the Roppongi District of Tokyo was also sealed off.

With the intervention of GHQ, Roppongi District has become a grazing area for hegemonic countries that are capable of nuclear pacification of the world. Research on the Apocalypse Virus basically revolves around the relevant research institutes under GHQ.

Of course, externally GHQ still claims that they are just managing the chaotic Japanese island on their behalf.

Well, that's right, manage it on your behalf.

GHQ, which masters the most advanced modern thermal weapons and genetic weapons developed based on the Apocalypse virus, is really just managing it on its behalf and has not replaced the official ZF.

Although they have armed forces and are allowed to shoot "rebellious" civilians, they can enforce the law and take "infected" civilians back for isolation. They can even launch attacks on the ground in a quasi-zenith orbit over the Japanese island, regardless of terrain and buildings.

One of the satellite bases "White Blood Cell" has never pointed its muzzle away from the Japanese island.

However, SCAP·GHQ will never admit that it has deprived a country of its sovereignty.

After all, you still need your face.

However, GHQ has become increasingly restless in recent years. Due to the high mortality rate of the Apocalypse virus, various countries have begun to conduct in-depth research and development on this virus.

After all, the Apocalypse virus is unlike any virus they have known in the past.

The mechanism of the existence and infection of this virus is so metaphysical that just researching and developing the mechanism of its operation can lead to new breakthroughs in materials science, biology and other aspects.

He glanced at the second-generation mass production machine Gautier that was slowly being pulled out of the assembly factory in the distance.

The "genome resonance transmission technology" of the first- and second-generation machines can put the operator's consciousness into the body, making the body far more flexible than manual control. This technology itself is also the product of research on the Apocalypse virus.

Either Kyoutaro didn't understand the specific principle very well, or he had heard several executives say something like "void resonance" when he attended the birthday party of the future heir of the Shohoin Foundation - the future heir of the Shohoin Foundation - Arisa.

Well, take a note here and you can refer to it when talking to other executives in the future.

Thinking of this, Xingtaro's expression became more solemn.

Kyotaro's arsenal is one of the second-generation mass-produced Gautier series armor foundries jointly established by the Shohoin Foundation and GHQ. It is a joint venture established by GHQ to provide technical support, and the Shohoin Foundation to provide assembly lines, technical workers and funds.

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It was built outside the wall to increase the possibility of blind people sending commercial spies to steal related technologies, and also to prevent insiders from overestimating their capabilities and trying to rob the mass-produced Gautier.

In such an isolated and helpless wilderness, it is extremely difficult to reach the nearby base city safely. Taking the risk of almost certain death to transport the mass-produced Gautier cannot be said to be impossible, but it can indeed greatly reduce the number of sacrifices.

The troubles of the hospital consortium.

However, this has nothing to do with me. Uncle Miike will be dispatched to GHQ soon, so this little mess has nothing to do with me.

"Dong dong dong~"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Xingtaro opened the door and saw a somewhat familiar worker and a strange boy.

The young man smiled at him:

"Good morning, Mr. Miike."

"Well, who are you?" Xingtaro was stunned for a moment. His unfamiliar face looked delicate and sunny, which was quite eye-catching.

But he looked at the young man's somewhat tattered and dusty clothes and frowned subconsciously.

A survivor in a small town outside the wall?

There were still many such survivors two or three years ago, but as Tokyo's base city provides fewer and fewer rescues to the remaining people outside the wall, Tokyo basically acquiesces to this type of people and allows them to fend for themselves.

They were a group of people living in the sewers who were even more miserable than the refugees from the Roppongi slums. This type of people could not enter the walls and had no basic safety guarantees.

The infected people in Roppongi need to be given a reason to be captured by forces like GHQ, but the survivors have no human rights. Their survival depends entirely on the relief funds provided by the government and external donations.

The value of their existence is to provide GHQ and other institutions with materials for virus research, provide other people in society with channels to squander their excess conscience, and realize the redistribution of resources for Japan.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, and subconsciously took a few steps back, trying to close the door.

Why would a low-level person appear in the joint factory of the Chohoin Zaibatsu and GHQ? Why would the security personnel of the camp let a refugee in?

However, he was still slow.

Because the moment he stepped back, the boy turned around and kicked Xingtaro directly on the chest.

A heavy kick directly kicked him several meters away. He fell to the ground and huddled up, trembling all over and whimpering like he was drowning.

He opened his mouth wide and retched, saliva leaked uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, and a bellows-like roar came from his throat.

"Long time no see, Mr. Xingtaro." Lin Anlan glanced as if nothing had happened, stepped into the door, and gently closed the door, "A friend, let me say hello to you on her behalf.

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The smiling look on Xingtaro's eyes looked like an evil spirit seeking his life.

Lin Anlan squatted down next to Xingtaro, reached out and poked Xingtaro, who was out of breath:

"I originally wanted to see if there was anything good in the camp outside the city, but I didn't expect that you haven't been sent to the Origin Plastid Gene Research Institute yet, and you're still in the garbage dump.

Very good, this way, the success rate of my plan will be much higher."

"Who are you~ahem~?"

The human body is very fragile. The boy kicked Xingtaro without reservation, and his ribs were directly broken.

He only felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to breathe. His purple face was staring at the smiling young man, as if he wanted to get an answer.

"Maybe the country of the dead will give you some different answers."

The young man did not fulfill his wish, but stretched out his palms to cover his eyes: "I'm sorry, but also, sleep peacefully!"
Chapter completed!