Doomsday Super Farm

Li Tianran was a little surprised when he suddenly saw someone from the Umbrella Company appear in the news.

For Li Tianran at this time, he can ignore other drug trafficking families and big warlords who use bad means to create evolved persons for the time being, because the evolved persons created by these people will not have any conflict with Li Tianran in the short term.

But umbrella companies are different.

Li Tianran is 100% convinced that once the Umbrella Company creates a powerful team of evolvers, Li Tianran will definitely be among their targets, and it is even possible that the first one will be Li Tianran!

After several battles, the Umbrella Corporation suffered huge losses at the hands of Li Tianran. If they said they would not retaliate, even a three-year-old child would not believe it!

Li Tianran can ignore anyone else for the time being, but he must not let go of the Umbrella Corporation.

No matter who the grudge between them originated from, when things have reached this point, both parties can no longer look back. The only thing they can do is to send the other party to hell with red eyes!

"Now I'm in the dark, and the Umbrella Company is in the open... and the farm is developing stably, and I also have a large number of warriors that I can mobilize at will. It's time to completely resolve this matter." Li Tianran's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

He no longer wants to give Umbrella Corporation time to continue to increase its strength. The longer time goes by, the more changes may occur.

He wanted to solve this matter perfectly before Yanhuang became completely chaotic!

"Ding Lu, come here..." Li Tianran opened the window and shouted to Ding Lu who was busy in the barn.

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In ancient India, the Umbrella Corporation used radiation toxins to create a "concentration camp" for evolvers.

The huge, cold warehouse had cramped cubicles separated by simple iron sheets, and in each cubicle was a heavy iron chair. The armrests of the iron chair were covered with bloodstains and traces of fingernail scratches.

The blood penetrated deep into the cracks of the iron chair, forming dried black blood scabs.

These iron chairs are like the interrogation chairs used by military police to interrogate mortals. They use thick chains and iron rings to imprison the people sitting on the chairs. Even if they struggle violently, they cannot break free from this solid cage.

Dark-skinned civilians sat on iron chairs with either frightened or confused expressions on their faces, letting the staff in the cubicles wearing thick protective suits put heavy protective gear on their hands and legs.

shackles.

The staff randomly took out an injection from the foam incubator next to it. The needle squeezed out some yellowish liquid and exhausted all the air.

"Excuse me...what kind of medicine is this? What disease is it used to cure? (Old Indian)"

A middle-aged man looked at the color of the injection in the hands of the staff, and suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart. He always felt that the color of this medicine was a bit familiar, very similar to... the melted river water in the river outside the town.

The mercenary who acted as a temporary staff looked at him expressionlessly, and then said indifferently: "Plague."

"Plague? But I haven't heard that there is a plague in the world now..." the middle-aged man said very fast.

The staff just looked at him indifferently and then stopped answering his questions. They just mechanically picked up the syringe and inserted it into his vein.

"No, no, no! I won't do human experiments anymore! I don't want the food and water you gave me anymore...let me go, let me go..." The man suddenly felt a great fear pressing down on him, making his heart beat wildly.

Jumping, all the hairs on my body stood up.

This is a biological instinct for danger, but most humans have slowly faded away from this ability over many years of evolution, and only a few people have this alertness.

This middle-aged man always feels that something terrible will happen after these hazy liquids are injected into his body!

Bang!

Bang!

A huge collision sounded, and the middle-aged man struggled desperately, but he was still unable to break free from the chains.

With a cold expression, the staff injected the dim liquid into the blood vessel of the middle-aged man's arm.

"Uh..." The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. Countless small blue blood vessels bulged on his face, and his eyes were filled with blood at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

His limbs were stretched and twitching wildly, and blood-stained saliva kept leaking from between his clenched teeth.

The staff on the side looked at the man's reaction with great solemnity, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, and the blood tank was filled with dried black blood.

Obviously, more than dozens of "experimental subjects" have died under this knife...

There were constant groans and screams of pain in the surrounding cubicles.

The muscles all over this man's body were constantly squirming, looking like they were being torn and reorganized. At the same time, his eyes became blurred, and an aura called "death" gradually enveloped him.

"..." The tense muscles of the staff slowly relaxed.

Nearly a hundred people have been injected with this medicine through his hands. Once this happens, the experimental subject's death is doomed.

He turned around to get the walkie-talkie and said softly: "Compartment 089, send another experimental subject in."

A response came quickly from the intercom.

He turned his head, used the key to open the heavy chain on the iron chair, and prepared to drag the body out.

In the past few days, he has repeated this action countless times. Watching the lives disappearing in his hands, his heart has long been numb.

The performance of this experimental subject was pretty good, at least it did not mutate like some experimental subjects. In the end, he had to work hard to stab the dagger into the opponent's brain, leaving the compartment bloody...

The Umbrella Company has been conducting "drug experiments" in this edge city for seven days. At least tens of thousands of people have been involved in this brutal "god-making plan", but among these experimental subjects, only the ones who survived in the end

one person.

He did not die from radiation poisoning, nor did his limbs mutate. He possessed powerful power and became a super human.

That night, the experimental subject was urgently transported back to Yanhuang.

One in 10,000 chance!

The staff had also calculated that if this probability continued, the entire city might only be able to produce two or three super humans in the end.

At this time, some of the surviving people in the city seemed to be afraid of the "drug experiment". In the past two days, there were far fewer people taking the initiative to participate in the experiment.

It seems that it won't be long before teams are dispatched to violently arrest those experimental subjects...

With this thought in mind, the staff moved the body down.

But he immediately noticed something was wrong.

This corpse is very heavy, at least two to three times heavier than an ordinary corpse!

And most importantly, he felt that the body was moving.

He raised his head suddenly.

What he saw was a pair of blazing white eyes, filled with tiny blue light spots, like an endless starry sky.

"Great Brahma..." The mercenary muttered to himself as if he had lost all ability to think.

The electrical equipment in the entire warehouse caused huge interference at this moment, and blue fire appeared...