Apocalyptic Strong Training System

at the same time.

Xiangshan Secret Base, Supreme Command.

All the big guys in the war zone gathered together, and everyone looked at the report of Guancheng with solemn expressions.

"Bad world."

A big man touched the ground and patted the report document on the table.

"There were zombies before, and the upgraded beast was not bad enough, and another Devil jumped out. This day can't be passed!"

"There are thousands of new humans in the city, and now there are more than 100 dead. This Devil's combat power is indeed terrifying."

"Guancheng's combat power is not one in ten, hey!"

The entire conference hall was filled with haze.

The old father of the founding father slowly put down the document, took off his glasses, placed it on the table silently, and changed the subject and asked:

"How is the Super Soldier Project progressing?"

The Super Soldier Project is a genetic project that was suddenly decided a month ago, and it is also the newly developed genetically upgraded project after the end of the world.

"It has entered the first phase of clinical trials, but the experimental results are not satisfactory." The Super Soldier person in charge reported.

"Oh, please explain." The old father of the founding father clasped his hands together, asking without annoyance.

The person in charge of the plan passed a stack of documents to everyone.

"Through the nationwide screening of the strongest abilities, the genetic mutation program was carried out. Of the 28 first experimenters, only one survived, but her appearance has undergone earth-shaking changes."

The contents of each page of the document are extremely rare abilities evolved, but each page of the document is stamped with a red stamp, and the words "Death" are engraved on it.

There is only one file. The power evolutionary is still alive. The file information shows:

Name: Mei Fangfang.

An evolutionary of the earth system from the Jiangcheng war zone.

Secondary evolution result: the mutation is successful, the shape changes, the body is covered with scales, and the mutation tends to be violent.

"Is this a success or a failure?" the founding father asked again.

The person in charge lowered his head and said with an apologetic expression: "Although the mutation is considered a success, it feels that the experimental body has beastly performance, which is a failure."

The founding father impatiently photographed the document on the table.

"After spending so much manpower and material resources to do research, you gave me this result. All 28 experimental subjects failed. How did you agree to me in the first place!"

The person in charge of the project said with sweat and trembling body:

"Although the clinical performance is not good, it can still be used as waste. The scales on the body of the experimental subject Mei Fangfang have the effect of resisting armor-piercing bullets. They can grow out after being removed. They can be made into inner armor. The defensive effect exceeds all known bulletproofs. Clothes."

As the person in charge said, he opened a box and placed a black and shiny armor carefully in front of the founding father.

The armor is completely black, and each nail is only the thickness of the nail, but the defense is really amazing. It is invulnerable to swords and guns, and it is not invaded by water or fire. It is a product of catastrophe, and it is also a rare treasure.

"Not bad, how many pieces can you make?" the founding father asked, stroking his armor.

"It takes about 30 days to make such a piece."

"It's quite rare, and it's not unattainable."

The old father of the founding father took his armor and said in a soft tone:

"The Super Soldier plans to speed up the process. There are more and more monsters appearing now, and there are enough cards in hand to last for a long time."

...

at the same time.

A secret underground base, this is a pure metal house, iron windows, iron beds, iron chains, everything is made of iron.

A bloody woman was fixed on the iron bed with her hands and feet. Although she was not wispy, her body was covered with nails.

She is a female college student in Jiangcheng, who has taken refuge in Mei Fangfang, the commander-in-chief of Jiangcheng.

At this moment, two people in protective clothing were holding pliers and pulling out pieces of nails from her flesh and blood.

"Ah~"

Mei Fangfang yelled in pain, her voice already hoarse.

Seeing the bloody nail strips peeled off from the body, Mei Fangfang had already grown aspirations for life and death.

"Kill me, please, kill me! Ah~"

No matter how she begged, these people never listened. They were subjected to torture like cramps and muscles every day, which made her desperate for life.

She regretted why she left instructor Chen and listened to the nonsense of the commander-in-chief.

But what's the use of regret now? She was stripped of cramps day and night, and she was not to blame for her betrayal and chose a camp with no bottom line.

"Don't kill me, I will kill you sooner or later, I will kill all of you, ah~!"

Mei Fangfang's heartbreaking howl was exchanged for the painful scream of another piece of nail stripped off his body.

...

Suddenly...

The rotor of the helicopter propeller tore the air and soared through the sky.

Niu Kaixin, Ge Xiaotian, Kong Minxue, and Zhao Shiyun sat on the plane, and everyone looked condescendingly at the dilapidated city below through the porthole.

The prosperity of the past is gone. Instead, there are ruined walls everywhere, the streets are barren, the streets are congested with scrapped vehicles, the buildings collapsed, and there are signs of scorching everywhere.

This is the once prosperous imperial capital, the emperor capital of feasting, and the imperial capital that everyone yearns for. Under the ravages of the last days, these scenes really make people feel sad.

"There are survivors on the top of the building ahead!"

The pilot suddenly said such a sentence, which instantly attracted the attention of several people on the plane.

At the top of a tall building, a few embarrassed people stood on the snowy roof, staring at the helicopter with blank eyes.

Someone stretched out his hand and thought he was waving hello, but he didn't know that he stretched out his middle finger to express their dissatisfaction, while others took a vicious spit.

Niu Kaixin looked at the survivors on the roof in silence. It was not that they were indifferent, but the world was so desolate. They couldn't save or control. Besides these survivors, they didn't need fake Dakong's kindness.

The helicopter continued to move forward and flew for about 30 minutes before finally reaching the Forbidden City safety zone.

After a cataclysm, the Forbidden City has changed a lot. On the 10-meter-high city wall, there are countless machine gun turrets, mortars, and anti-aircraft cannons. The guns were all turned to aim at the helicopter.

The driver immediately reported his intentions and confirmed again and again, and the anti-aircraft guns were released from alert.

The helicopter flying over the Meridian Gate should have been a huge square, but at this time, there are densely packed simple wooden houses, which look condescendingly, like rows of dense combs, and the crowd is like ants, shuttled through the narrow corridors of these wooden houses. between.

Not only this place, but all the squares in the Forbidden City are occupied by these simple wooden houses. Don't look at the simple, this is the basis for the residents of the Forbidden City to settle down.

Among other things, those who can settle down in the Forbidden City were once not wealthy businessmen with tens of billions of wealth, or scholars who have studied poetry, or were guardians of the party, or were well-known and respected.

Once each of them was one person above 10,000 people.

Now they can only get together, linger in a shack-like place, struggling to survive.

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