I give the world destruction and rebirth

Who am I? Where am I? Who has tied me up?

Ram Akeem opened his eyes with some effort. He felt a pain in the back of his head, as if something was about to jump out from there, but the peace of mind made Ram relax.

Then the previous memories crashed into his brain like a truck traveling at 180 an hour.

Do I kill someone? No, more than that, I also fired a few rounds with the corpse while it was hot. Thinking of this, Ram Akeem had already begun to feel nauseated, but his empty stomach could not spit out anything. It could only speed up his breathing, and then he remembered He was about to eat someone's heart because of what he did before he lost consciousness.

vomit!

The miserable green bile was vomited all over the floor by Ram. The extremely bitter smell made him wake up a little. He just leaned on the chair so weakly. No matter who tied him here, he was very nervous. Thank the other party, he should be tied up, he must have been crazy before.

"It looks like you've woken up a lot." A white man came in with a lot of blood on his hands, but none of it was his blood. Ram was very sure of this. He had a frightening aura all over his body. .

"For the record, high-concentration therapeutic injections can temporarily maintain the target's consciousness. It should be that the gluttonous cells temporarily suppressed the mutant viruses." Mikkelsen said while wiping his hands.

The blood belonged to the infected person in another cell, but the other person was unlucky. After being injected with a large dose of addictive compounds, he became even more crazy and could not even maintain the most basic sanity. Fortunately, the number was The infected person on No. 4 seems to be quite conscious at the moment.

"What's your name?" Mikkelsen has determined Ram Akim's personal information in the consciousness network. Those Mikkelsens who don't have to do dirty work in the office are happy to help these unlucky people on the front line. Eggs help.

"Ram. Ram. Akeem!" Ram was startled by Mikkelsen's approach to him. He asked nervously: "What happened? What's wrong with me!"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Ram, you have been infected by some kind of biological weapon." Mikkelsen stepped forward and grabbed Ram's face, looked around, and then opened his eyes to check his pupils. Unfortunately, The opponent's eyes were still red due to ruptured capillaries, and the edges of his pupils had begun to spread. The brief lucidity brought about by the treatment was only temporary.

"You can save me, can't you! You are here to deal with this matter, right! I don't want to kill those people! I was confused at the time, and I am willing to compensate! I have money!" Ram Akim begged , he does have a small amount of savings. Although the company's annual profit is not enough for him to buy a ticket to Phoenix, it is enough for him to buy himself a new villa every year.

If those whores work hard, his dream of buying a small yacht will not be impossible.

But now it's too late. The gold medal customer service personnel in his company who have sweet voices, are very service-minded, know everything about everything, and can make customers chat with each other so much are now fucking corpses.

When he thought of the corpse, the scene of him taking advantage of the heat flashed before Ram Akeem's eyes. His breathing suddenly became much faster, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. In fact, taking advantage of the heat is not impossible. Although it is not interactive, the experience is still the same after all. , and with less complaints and more dedication, isn’t this the ideal perfect employee!

A heavy slap in the face woke up Ram Akeem. Mikkelsen kept moving his hands and slapped him repeatedly. The slap made Ram whimper before he stopped: "Are you awake?"

"What's wrong with me! This is not me! This is not me." Ram Akim looked at Mikkelsen in horror, as if he had grasped the last straw: "You can definitely save me, right? You must have an antidote, a serum or something, right! That’s how it’s done in the movies!”

When Mikkelsen disappointed him, he just took out a dagger and put it on the table next to him, looked at the time on his watch, and shook his head: "Three hundred milliliters of therapeutic injection with 18% concentration. It only lasted three minutes and forty-five seconds, and the price/performance ratio was too low."

"Dr. Hofheim, what about you? Do you have any other solutions?" Mikkelsen continued to ask, but the Mikkelsen who asked this question was in the Amaropati base.

"I still need at least ninety hours to complete the analysis of this virus. Those naturalized people added other things to it behind my back. This is not the master copy I gave them." The conscientious Hofhai Dr. Mu has devoted 100% to his work in the spirit of not doing it for anyone.

However, due to hardware conditions, those data that require large computing power to crack all need to wait patiently. It is difficult to imagine that a space city like Amarobhati that should appear in the near future era is still used in the computer field. Backward hardware from the beginning of the century.

Some of the existing small supercomputers were all thrown in after Mikkelsen took charge of this place. Obviously before that, the Nihelu Gandi family was not at all wary of the Rothschild family. The gods The king is even secretly developing a biological computer.

Unfortunately, the progress was slow. It was not until Mikkelsen took over here that the project started to move again. He had a clone who had mastered the ability of the Son of Nature to assist Amaropati in in-depth development and secondary genetic editing. Just right.

"Even if we are not limited by the problem of computing power, it is difficult for us to develop the so-called antidote. The consciousness of gluttony still dominates those substances that are based on him. I have only artificially guided some of the evolution. That's all." Dr. Hofheim explained: "He must still have fresh memories of what happened in Toronto, so this time he did not infuse his consciousness into the infected. The behavioral patterns of the infected are more based on individual subjective consciousness. .”

"So, it's hopeless?" Mikkelsen's expression remained unchanged, he just shrugged and fed back the result to all the clones in Deli.

"Sorry, Mr. Ram Akim, there is no antidote." Mikkelsen looked at the struggling Ganges man in front of him. The man had completely fallen into madness twelve seconds ago. Prisoners in a crazy body.

Mikkelsen knew that behind those eyes, the man who asked you if you had the antidote still existed, but he had no chance.

The only thing that can restore the consciousness of an infected person is a therapeutic injection, or even better, gluttony cells. Those things can now be regarded as strategic materials. Not to mention that these Ganges people cannot be cured. Even if they can, Mikkelsen can't. Strategic materials will not be wasted on these civilians.

Their lives ended the moment they were infected.

Mikkelsen picked up the dagger, grabbed the chin of Ram Akim, who was full of foul language, raised his face high, and stabbed the dagger upward from the soft part of the lower jaw deeply into the brain.

His technique was skillful, avoiding all bones and cartilage. The dagger twisted left and right in the brain, and Ram Akim immediately stopped moving.

"Clean up all the infected people, add biochemical defense materials to the border checkpoint, and notify General Zay Wangchuk to start commanding the retreat." Mikkelsen quickly assigned the task, and Alejandro and his only remaining Several of his subordinates immediately began to clean up the infected people they had captured before, showing no complaints.

Alejandro had spent several years dealing with addictive plant dealers in the Latin American rainforest. He thought he had seen all the cruelty in the world, but in his mind he felt as pure as a student who had just stepped out of school.

The evil going on in this place is enough to shut anyone up, and it would be God's mercy to nuke it.

General Zay Wangchuck. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his new shoulder insignia. The successive promotions made him feel that his military career was a bit magical. However, considering the generals who had died in the coalition forces in the past three months, More than in the past ten years, so it makes perfect sense that he would be promoted.

But he felt that the main reason why he was promoted so quickly was because the nuclear bomb land-washing plan he proposed was approved by the superiors. Delhi, which was polluted by biochemical pollution, was like a hell on earth, and the soldiers under his hands were like sunshine. Snowflakes either evaporate or melt.

Now, the only area where Zay Wangchuck can barely maintain order is the command center and the two surrounding streets. A bus filled with cement was placed across the middle of the street and became a bunker. More than 2,000 armed soldiers relied on it. The continuous support from drones has made those infected give up their plans to get close here.

Nearly 50,000 refugees have almost filled up all the space. The problem of water and excrement alone can make Zay Wangchuk lose his hair every day. The sewers are clogged, and even infected people who want to carry out sneak attacks cannot come in. , drowned directly in the dung pile.

This hell called Delhi had a total population of about 15 million a week ago. It is a veritable super city, but neither its residents nor its infrastructure are obviously aware of its size.

Its development is fragmented. There are eleven major regions, each of which is independent. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a combination of eleven cities. The most developed city among them is undoubtedly New Delhi. area.

Zay Wangchuck is now in the New Delhi area, but when he came here it was already a mess, and now it is even more like hell.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of infected people in Delhi is between 1.5 million and 3 million. The reason why the error is so large is because a large number of people are mixed with the infected and take to the streets to seek their own welfare. , no one can tell who is infected and who is not infected.

The coalition command center can only make a pessimistic analysis. The number of infected people will increase by about 40% every twenty-four hours, and 8% of all infected people will gradually degenerate into pure predators every day. They no longer have the ability to speak, no longer have command, only hunting instincts and a strong appetite remain. These predators will even eat infected people as food.

It is not yet known whether the Predator has a third stage, but infected people spreading from Delhi have spread the virus throughout the Ganges region.

Today is the final trial. The First Army of the Ganges Army has arrived in the east of Delhi, only 60 kilometers away from the New Delhi area. They will send the 33rd Armored Division through these 60 kilometers to try to rescue Zai Wang. Civilians protected by General Chuuk.

Of course, this is only an official statement. In fact, the Ganges military has already made suggestions, requiring coalition personnel to evacuate directly by airlift, and the issues in Delhi are handed over to the Ganges military.

The current head of the Ganges military is a newly appointed hawkish officer. The entire military hierarchy has undergone a major reshuffle after the collapse of the Nihelu Gandi officials. They not only hope that the coalition forces will leave early, but also oppose the coalition's attempts to Plans to nuke Delhi.

"Delhi is the power of the Ganges, and its destruction should be left to the Ganges themselves to decide!" This was a signal sent by the hawkish military leader after he took office.

If he hadn't later said that he would eliminate all players in the Ganges within three months and give the Ganges a clean and clear Ganges, Mikkelsen would still think that the other party was a responsible soldier.

But now it seems that the other party is just an arrogant who likes to brag. He doesn't even know that one-third of the 33rd Armored Division, which he regards as his ace, is empty, and half of the mobile units have been abandoned when they arrived in Delhi. On the road.

Due to lack of transportation, these people spent precious motorcycle hours to get here.

Then, without modification and without adequate biological and chemical defense equipment, the 33rd Armored Division broke into Delhi at the urging of the military.

Along the entire 60-kilometer road to death, the 33rd Armored Division displayed its perseverance and was finally defeated by a large number of infected people at a position 22 kilometers away from Zay Wangchuck's defense node. .

The whole process from entering the city to disintegrating took less than three hours. They strictly followed the orders above and eliminated all survivors as infected. Along the way, they killed thousands of civilians trying to obtain asylum, as well as tens of thousands of people. scale of infected people.

But the Ganges soldiers didn't seem to expect that the infected would use the method of blowing up buildings to disrupt their formation. When those buildings fell overwhelmingly and blocked the road, the soldiers of the 33rd Armored Division collapsed almost instantly.

The final result was that an hour after the 33rd Armored Division fled, the defense node where General Zay Wangchuck was located was attacked by infected tanks.

If the coalition's drone killers hadn't reacted quickly enough, the entire defense node would have been destroyed at that moment.

So. It’s time. Zay Wangchuk clenched his fists and signed his name on the final judgment order, because in his judgment, the coalition forces would use nuclear bombs to completely level the country after four hours of meeting. city ​​to prevent it from becoming a breeding ground for infected people and even predators.

No one can take these people away from hell. Their lives belong to God.