In The Last Days Of Natural Disasters, 100 Million A Day Is Frantically Hoarding Goods

The woman behind the bamboo curtain giggled again.

Like an old hen.

She was obviously unhappy, and her tone became more and more gloomy and cold: "Qiao Xiachu, it seems that you are toasting and not eating fine wine, and you don't want to cooperate with me. If this is the case, there is no nonsense. Just leave it alone and do it yourself Bar."

Boom.

Without further ado, Qiao Xiachu aimed at the woman with the bamboo curtain and shot directly at the forehead.

She is impatient.

This place is eerie.

She always felt that the longer she stayed, the more dangerous she would be.

Qiao Dongliu loved Liu Hexie so deeply, she kept pointing her gun at the woman, if he had been there, he would have appeared by now, and it would not have been so long since he was still hiding behind.

This doesn't fit his persona as an affectionate man.

But to Qiao Xiachu's astonishment, the bullet hit the bamboo curtain, and the woman behind the bamboo curtain also sank down with lightning speed and disappeared in that second.

There is a secret passage!

Qiao Xiachu held up and swept over.

There was a thick layer of fuel barrier on the floor, and nothing could be seen in the thermal sensor.

Boom.

The woman behind him shot her in the head.

Without further ado, Qiao Xiachu squatted down, aimed the gun at the maid, and shot her directly in the head.

The maid stared wide-eyed and opened her mouth. Before she could say a word, she just fell to the ground without even having time to utter a single note.

Qiao Xiachu swept across the house with the heat sensor again.

There are still people on the third floor!

Without saying a word, she rushed upstairs.

An indescribable stench spread.

Qiao Xiachu instinctively realized that something was wrong, she took out a mask from the space, put it on directly on her body, put on a protective suit, and then raised the gun again.

Scanning the thermal sensor, there are still people inside.

Qiao Xiachu kicked open the closed door on the third floor.

Pooh.

A cloud of smoke rushed from inside.

If Qiao Xiachu hadn't been wearing a protective mask, she would have inhaled the smoke.

The little piggy that had been put down before staggered and shook in the smoke, and soon foamed at the mouth, fell to the ground, and died.

There is poisonous gas.

Qiao Xiachu's scalp was slightly numb.

In the last days, there is a heavy fog, and the pain of being surrounded by fog every day slowly gushes out from the depths of my heart again, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

She resisted the bitterness and walked inside step by step.

This room is like the top ten torture scenes in the Qing Dynasty. There are all kinds of torture instruments, placed in rows, and electric chairs are placed in the core.

Qiao Xiachu thought of the electric shock godfather in the prosperous age.

I don't know who this tool is for.

However, this was nothing, as there was a medical table in front of him, with countless needles and barrels of colorful and unknown liquids on it.

The "people" she scanned from the thermal sensor were not people at all, but cats that had changed shape.

The cat's hair fell off here and there, and the flesh on its body turned black and rotten.

Every cat is staring at a pair of bloody red eyes, lying weakly in the cage, with countless pinholes on its body, some skin is full of pustules, some have half of their body rotten, but have not died yet, as if they are not alive. Willingly.

Qiao Xiachu thought of Xiao Hei in the space.

Her stomach convulsed and she almost threw up.

The eye sockets are slightly moist.

After a long time, she made a decision.

Raise the gun, aim at the cat's head, and shoot one after another to send all the tortured cats away.

She felt very uncomfortable.

Just when she was about to set fire to this ghostly place, she found a written experiment notebook on the medicine table.

The book said: Do not burn, burn it, the virus on the corpse will enter the air, as long as there is wind, the virus will spread in a large area, and there is no cure.

Qiao Xiachu was stunned.

The handwriting was obviously Qiao Dongliu's.

She knows!

Is Qiao Dongliu still in this room?

Thinking of this possibility, she put the notebook into a plastic bag, then quickly went downstairs and searched the entire villa area, but unfortunately, she couldn't find another person.

The floor behind the bamboo curtain was a solid alloy metal block. No matter how hard she tried or shot, this metal plate just couldn't be opened.

She couldn't find anyone, and she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

When I thought about the diary, I spread it out, wearing protective equipment and gloves, and flipped through the pages one by one.

July 6: After injecting the new drug, the body became stiff, the animal became irritable, and began to lose hair.

July 9th: Injected a strong potion, shedding wildly, and four stray cats died.

July 15: The live cat mutated, its limbs rotted, and its brain waves were normal.

Each page wrote the content, type, and amount of the injected medicine, as well as the reaction of the animals, as well as the various changes they found in the animals, including the method of disposing of the corpses.

An entire diary, all recording the content of the experiment, nothing else.

Qiao Xiachu felt sorry for the dead stray cat.

She stood up and prepared to dispose of the dead bodies in the room, lest the virus spread, and it would be a global disaster, and it would be difficult for them to survive.

Just when she put down the diary, she found that there was a small opening in the cover of the diary booklet, and when it was exposed to the light, there was even a slight undulation.

She took out a fruit knife and tore open the cover.

Inside was a letter with messy handwriting. The white paper was filled with dense words, which was completely different from the neatness of the diary. It was scribbled and flustered.

It can be seen that it was still made by the same person.

The letter said:

I adored her with all my heart, but she never loved me.

She said, you are just a bargaining chip I use. When you are with your An Xinhua, I will start to control your mind. I have a lot of psychedelic drugs on me. As long as you get close to me, you will be killed control……

When you drugged An Xinhua, you also witnessed it with your own eyes, but you didn't show any emotion, let alone stop it. You thought you loved me, but you were actually controlled by me to death. Then I played it up, and you were even more convinced that you didn't love her.

Of course, it's true that you don't love An Xinhua, and it's also true that you want her to die and inherit his family business. I just let out the demon in your heart.

As for your second wife, you did love her, but you are more greedy for power and achievement in your heart, so I was just provoking, and you had a rift with her and started to quarrel wildly.

You didn't shed a single tear when she died.

A beast like you, would I love you? Will you be moved? What spring and autumn dreams are you doing?

Guide you to do experiments step by step, and hoard large quantities of various virus formulas and vaccine formulas in advance, originally intending to disperse them in a large area.

Do you think I am hoarding it for you, and let you exchange it for your own supplies, in exchange for the leadership of the new base?

I tell you--

You have been my human experiment subject from the very beginning.

I will test all kinds of new and old viruses on you in turn, and see what you will look like in the end. When that day comes, you should die and become an origin of spreading viruses.

...

I, I regret it.

It's too late to regret.

Hate myself, but can't do anything about it.

She, she is not my sister Liu, she is a devil.

I, I, Qiao Dongliu, today, is all retribution, retribution——