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Chapter 183 Chapter 0178: Showdown and the attack of the zombies [Please subscribe] [4.2K]

Rosen shrugged, and immediately the remaining anti-laser patches on the armor rustled.

The armor of the Forsaken is no longer as powerful as before, but it has become more ferocious.

That is the unique temperament after experiencing the battle of blood and fire.

He did not refute what Commissioner No. 5 said.

Because he knew that No. 5 was right.

Of course, this also proves that Golden Ear does know more details.

It's a concealment, but not entirely.

At least I didn't mean to trick him.

The overall harvest of this operation to capture Vault B 074 was lower than expected.

But including the batch of war slaves given by Golden Ear, it was still a good deal.

At least for Rosen, it was relatively easy.

The minotaur tree and the parasite are certainly difficult to deal with.

But under heavy firepower, it would only end up destroyed.

In addition, Rosen also saw the power of the talisman.

Unlike technological weapons, magic symbols are activated and locked using divine thoughts.

Many times it can have unexpected results.

The efficiency is also higher than his direct casting.

And he currently only has second- and third-level talismans in his hand.

If you can get a batch of higher-level magic talismans, the advantages will be maximized.

At that time, Rosen, who seemed to be bare-handed, could cast a spell with the power of a heavy weapon by raising his hand.

In addition, this trip also enriched his knowledge and combat experience.

Gained a deeper understanding of those refuges.

Therefore, he actually didn't have much resentment in his heart.

Daily complaints are just a wake-up call to Golden Ears, who knows what tricks the other party is playing.

It can be really sweet, but it can’t be silly and in vain.

Especially with an organization like Golden Ears.

"Hey…"

"It's better to inspect the goods first."

He chuckled noncommittally, and then pointed at the ten sets of artificial houses.

Their bases are generally intact, but many of the closing glass covers are broken.

This damage is not a big deal, the base is the real core of the device.

This time, Rosen got almost twenty complete sets of man-made houses, among which he kept the better-preserved ones.

The cultivation of those mutated plants and their combination with humans must be related to artificial ovaries.

In addition, Rosen never forgot his plan to raise vampires in captivity.

If we can get vampire somatic cells or reproductive cells, we might try to use artificial ovaries for hard cultivation.

Commissioner No. 5 nodded lightly and walked to the artificial ovaries.

Carefully peel away the few dead vines remaining on the surface.

The base was especially inspected.

A few minutes later, she returned to Rosen again.

“The core components are in good condition and it’s a pleasure to work with you!”

After she spoke, dozens of elite soldiers wearing black smocks immediately stepped forward and moved all the artificial ovaries away.

After getting down to business, No. 5 resumed his usual frivolity.

She stretched out her armored arm and slowly brushed the wound on the right side of the abandoned man.

"Tsk, it seems that the mutated plants in your mouth are indeed difficult to deal with."

"It is so corrosive that it is comparable to the few industrial preparations before the war."

Rosen smiled, but said nothing. He just waved the war slaves to wait outside the ruins.

"It seems that you really attach great importance to those artificial ovaries."

"But as far as I know, these are not devices that can be used for intelligence collection."

He did not answer No. 5's question, but said meaningfully.

No. 5 made no sound and sat directly next to him. The weight of the power armor slightly shattered the concrete slabs in the ruins, and a small amount of dust fell from the side.

The two people were actually sitting side by side wearing power armor.

"You're right."

"This is why Golden Ear entrusted you to bring back the artificial ovary."

"In fact, we have been working hard in the field of biological research for several years."

"This has cost more than hundreds of millions of scientific research expenditures."

Rosen secretly thought in his heart that it was true.

Golden Ear somewhat intended to show off his cards to him this time.

It's just that the other party doesn't know that his ghost corpse has seen the void beast.

And gave the terrifying man-made monster a taste of a nuclear grenade.

"No wonder you have so many little tricks."

He said bluntly.

Now that the opponent has already laid out some of his cards, there is no need for him to pretend to be ignorant.

After all, he had been criticizing Golden Ear for not being sincere.

"It's just an act of desperation."

"This damn world."

No. 5 replied with emotion, not caring about his words.

Rosen asked in a casual tone as he picked up a scattered withered branch from the ground.

"So what research results have you achieved?"

"The research expenditure of hundreds of millions of dark crystals is enough to form a good army."

Conversation itself is an art and skill.

Rosen didn't rush, didn't ask questions, and didn't feel too curious about it.

This surprised Commissioner No. 5.

She originally thought that as long as she got to the bottom of it, Rosen would definitely take the bait and ask, but she didn't expect that his attitude would be so calm and relaxed.

"Why are you so calm?"

"Did you know about our top-secret plan?"

Seeing that Rosen didn't take the bait, Commissioner No. 5's curiosity was piqued.

Faced with such a direct inquiry, Rosen said in a helpless tone.

"It's not the first day I've dealt with you."

"At that time, Commissioner No. 7 wanted to trick me into going to the Sihai Street Police Station."

"Then the main force of the Blood Wolf Group was destroyed there."

"If I hadn't continued to increase our business with you later, we would have had a higher value for cooperation."

"I'm afraid it's me who dies there."

"After so much has happened, do you still think I can't guess something?"

Rosen's words were very straightforward, and he actually talked about things that both parties knew well.

What he said is right, as long as there is no problem with the brain, after experiencing so many things, you can always see some clues.

"Well…"

"Hahahaha...those are just beautiful misunderstandings..."

Commissioner No. 5 laughed a few times, and then continued to explain.

"The boss has seriously educated No. 7."

"But I'm afraid you still don't know what's inside the Sihai Street Police Station, right?"

She said mysteriously.

Rosen shook his head decisively.

"Of course I don't know."

"But then again, if I had inquired about this matter or gone to the Sihai Street Police Station in person, you might have been able to find out."

"So we've come to this point. You don't need to be tight-lipped. Why don't you open the door and speak frankly."

"I still have to rush back to the camp with the loot before dark."

Seeing Rosen being so straightforward, Commissioner No. 5 said in an appreciative tone.

"You are much more interesting than No. 7."

"We are actually working on an all-powerful biological weapon."

"Theoretically, it will have great growth potential. It can learn new abilities through devouring, trauma recovery, etc., and strengthen recovery according to the characteristics of the trauma it has suffered."

Rosen frowned slightly, he had already guessed what Golden Ear was thinking.

"You are testing the waters by the abyss."

"Biotechnology can easily lead to destruction in this era of lack of restraint."

"Who can guarantee whether what you create is a controllable biological weapon or a lawless devil?"

"Shelter B074 has proven this with thousands of lives."

His reaction was common sense.

This is a concern that most normal people have.

The more "sincere" someone is, the less likely they are to suspect anything.

At the same time, this was also a doubt in Rosen's mind, so he took this opportunity to raise it.

However, this question was originally a direct question to Commissioner No. 5.

She thought about it for nearly half a minute before slowly explaining.

"What you said makes sense."

"But in fact, this road is also full of thorns."

"The current research results can only meet part of the expectations, and there are still problems that are difficult to overcome."

"As for more details, please forgive me for not being able to tell you at the moment."

"But since we are talking about biotechnology."

"You can get those pure foods probably because of this technology."

Rosen smiled and did not answer.

He knows what the other person means.

It is nothing more than a further test of the possible forces behind him.

"Now that the commission has been completed."

"Then I'll take my leave."

He stood up decisively and prepared to leave.

Commissioner No. 5 raised his armored arm hesitantly.

But Rosen stopped after taking a few steps.

"correct."

"I found a large number of combat robots dormant outside the shelter."

"They shouldn't be sent by Golden Ears, right?"

This question made Commissioner No. 5 pause for a moment.

She then shook her head and her tone became very cautious.

"no."

"They won't impede your movement."

"Don't mess with them either."

Rosen said thoughtfully and intriguingly.

"Based on the current situation."

"I have no intention of participating in your research."

"But if you can convince me later, maybe I will give you some interesting samples."

"gone."

Waving his hand, he decisively led the war slave away from the ruins where they met.

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Return to the ground entrance of Shelter B074 again.

The transfer of supplies continues.

There are still more than twenty war slaves on duty at the same place.

More than five hundred shelter survivors who had recovered from the [0742] partitioned sleep room were squatting on the ground.

The memories of these blueskins still remain before entering the cryo-sleep chamber.

Although they all have guesses about the surface world after recovery.

But there is always a gap between fantasy and reality.

At first, there were a few guys wearing glasses and looking like humans who yelled and protested to Rosen.

But when the war slaves smashed the butts of their rifles into the faces of those guys and forced them to wear collars, all the dissatisfaction disappeared.

There are no elderly or children among these survivors.

All are young adults.

After preliminary statistics, the age is roughly between 18 and 35 years old.

The male to female ratio is close to 1:1.

Exclude the six unlucky guys who died due to hibernation failure.

There are 552 people here in total.

Rosen only carried two hundred slave collars, so some of the remaining survivors had their hands tied with nylon rope.

Not long after recovery, everyone's complexion was extremely pale.

They had different expressions, ranging from curiosity to fear, and a few of them had their eyes rolling around, looking at their surroundings with gloomy thoughts.

Rosen wasn't surprised.

These blue-skins have not experienced the severe beatings of the wasteland society, and they still have the childish thoughts before the war in their hearts. Naturally, they will not accept their fate so easily.

Being suddenly enslaved will only make you resentful towards yourself.

Little did they know that if they fell into the hands of predators, they would probably end up worse than death.

Even other forces, when they catch Lan Pi, will first squeeze the value of the population, then retain useful technical talents, and package the rest for the slave market.

The demand for labor in mutant melon and fruit plantations is not low.

Even if more than five hundred blue skins are sold as slaves, they can be exchanged for a large sum of dark crystals.

Rosen was not advocating how good it would be to be enslaved by him.

At least compared to the world outside, these guys are definitely lucky.

Just as he was about to return to the shelter again to close the door.

One of the slaves, who looked to be in his twenties, suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Feel sorry…"

"You must be their leader, right?"

This is a very handsome man.

From a temperament point of view, his conditions before the war were definitely not bad.

Rosen waved his hand to stop the war slave who was about to give him a gun butt.

asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Is something wrong?"

The loudspeaker of the Abandoned Power Armor made his voice deep and deep.

It made the young man even more nervous.

I saw his throat slipping, and he hesitated for a moment before he had the courage to ask cautiously.

"Is Pan-Asian unity over?"

This question is also what most survivors here want to know most urgently.

Without any intention of hiding anything, Rosen nodded.

“Pan-Asian unity is a thing of the past.”

"So is there a new organization now?"

He asked proactively.

"Haha, a new organization?"

“Give up the unrealistic thoughts in your mind.”

"As you can see, there are only ruins and monsters left in this world."

"You are all my trophies now."

Although Rosen said with a smile, there was a trace of doubt in his words.

After saying that, he lost interest in the conversation. As a scavenger, he understood the true meaning of the wasteland world.

Over time, these blue-skinned animals will adapt to their new life.

And all he could do was try not to abuse them.

When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent.

Rosen also has some thoughts about changing the rules, but he doesn't have the ability to do so yet.

He can only become an accomplice of the wasteland.

Only after rising can he be qualified to shape the rules.

Before the guy could speak, Rosen turned around and left.

He had to go down one more time and use the permission card to close the shelter door.

There was also a fusion generator there, but he wasn't sure how to dismantle it safely.

Close it first, wait until the wind blows over, and then bring the relevant equipment and manpower to dismantle it.

Rosen had not taken a few steps when the war slave on duty at a nearby commanding height suddenly issued a warning.

"A large group of corpses are coming from the northwest!"

"The distance is 279 meters. The number is unknown, but it will not be less than 600."

"There are several aberrations mixed in among them!"

The urgent sound coming from the channel made Rosen stop again.

It is not uncommon to encounter corpses and aliens in the ruins of cities.

The war slaves who had previously carried supplies to the half-track truck standby position also exchanged fire one after another on the way.

With recoilless cannons and laser cannons, you are invincible along the way.

Ghouls and aliens are attracted to nuclear radiation and living creatures.

Therefore, many predators use slaves as live bait.

Nowadays, hundreds of blueskins gather here to stay, which is simply a natural temptation.

"Take the blueskins and retreat into the underground passage."

"Build a defense line immediately and prepare for battle!"

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