The Death Knell

The fear brought by biochemical zombies mainly depends on their contagiousness and huge numbers. To be honest, they do not have an advantage in terms of size.

Even special individuals that have mutated many times are often no more than fifty meters tall, which is obviously too small in the monster universe.

Someone's thinking is also very direct. Aren't people in this world only afraid of giant beasts? Then create a behemoth yourself, and instead of playing the biochemical apocalypse story template, just play natural disasters.

For example, let the adjutant bring out a giant zombie that is hundreds of thousands of meters tall. The kind that farts will trigger global warming. Is this big enough?

When the time comes, earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions will hit together. If that's not enough, she can also create situations such as comets hitting the earth. In such a doomsday, Harley can still see the changes in human nature she wants to see.

Now I call my adjutant, just to ask her to help me find out whether it is feasible to use Pym particles to enlarge zombies.

"No, Sheriff."

After hearing the bad idea, the adjutant immediately shook his head and began to explain to his friend in the simplest way:

"If Pym particles want to act on living things, they need restrainers like Ant-Man or Wasp suits. The main purpose is to ensure the uniformity of particle distribution. Think about it, if the particles are not uniformly distributed, for example, the size of the head becomes larger. A hundred times, but the neck only became ten times bigger.”

As for making an Ant-Man uniform hundreds of thousands of meters high, it's not impossible. The key is that the investment is a bit high, just for Harley to play with, so it's not worth it.

In addition, if the zombies wear leather jackets, wouldn't they lose the scary atmosphere brought by their appearance? If they let them fight monsters, it will become too much like the Ultraman story told by the police chief.

"So do you have any convenient, quick and low-cost solution?" Su Ming left the toilet, walked to the back door of the bar, hung up the latch, and locked it.

"Yes, Sheriff, the solution is integration."

The adjutant projected a lot of data and chemical formulas that Su Ming couldn't understand, followed by a report on dominant microorganisms and a lot of curve charts:

"Our suture monster viruses include DNA fragments of Veronica virus and Mycelium virus. They can both produce gigantic and fusion expressions. They can even fuse metals or minerals into them to create self-aware, at the same time able to Cyborg zombies that control magnetism and electricity.”

"Do I need to modulate the DNA sequence separately?" Su Ming thinks this is a good idea. The little zombie does seem to lack some deterrence, so he can use the zombie fusion technique.

"No need, the Stitch Monster virus already carries the genetic information we need. I just need to use some inducers to let the virus express these characteristics."

The adjutant began to work, and a mechanical tentacle floated behind her to operate another console:

"According to the information you gave me before, Sheriff, the 11th generation 'Planet Godzilla' is one thousand meters tall and weighs 4.5 million tons. Based on the mass of a zombie of 70 kilograms, we only need 64,285,714 ordinary zombies to fuse To produce a monster that is absolutely ahead at this point in time, of course, it will be much larger because it cannot achieve the high density of Godzilla’s body.”

Tens of millions of zombies sounds like a lot, but don’t forget that this is earth, with billions of people, and plenty of raw materials.

As for playing games here, would it be too cruel?

Actually no, because this is essentially dark redemption.

If this world didn't have Deathstroke to travel, it would be destined to be destroyed at the hands of monsters. The ending of the earth is in the comic "Godzilla Cataclysm".

It's just that twenty years have passed since the current time. Humanity has basically perished under the ravages of various monsters. The fire of civilization has been extinguished, and the earth has returned to silence.

However, the monsters, which were not disturbed by anyone, once again returned to the seabed and underground to sleep happily, waiting for the next time in the future that civilization may revive from the ruins and repeat the cycle of history again.

Deathstroke's trip instead provided people with another option, which was to use one percent of the world's total population as raw material to create a giant mycelium zombie and let it compete with monsters.

Eliminate the monster's infectivity, retain its self-healing ability and strong appetite, and use it as a wave W.

After the other monsters are dealt with, Su Ming can just take away the zombie giant itself, and the earth can let humans make the decision again.

Long term pain or short term pain, that is your choice.

But people in this world have no choice. Deathstroke, whose pseudonym is Thomas, has already chosen for them, and that is to have a good time.

"Introducing the stitching monster virus across the board, I want to see 70 million zombies ready to fuse in the shortest possible time."

The man turned around and returned to the bar lobby. He saw some slow-moving old Mike outside the store door and said again:

"By the way, arrange some micro-drone to come down and give this old man a shot of vaccine. I like him very much. You start to monitor the world, and people who you think are valuable or interesting are secretly injected with the vaccine, so that they can be in the first impact 'Survived."

"Okay, Sheriff, execution is in progress. The virus infection time is estimated to be five minutes."

The image of the lieutenant disappeared and her voice came from his mind.

"The time is just right, I haven't finished the plate of tacos yet." His expression once again changed back to the template of Thomas' character. The man slowly walked back to the bar, sat down next to the girl, and communicated silently with the lieutenant through strangulation. : "Let's get to work. By the way, get some zombies over and let Harley shoot targets. Haha, she is just like a little girl, she likes to play balloons at the carnival."

"As you command, Sheriff." The deputy received the order and said that the zombie actors are already on the way, which will definitely give Harley a great time.

The Autobots from Cybertron understand people's hearts very well, at least better than most AIs made by humans. She has long discovered that the Sheriff is always very accommodating to Miss Quinn and seems to be particularly partial to her.

But these things have nothing to do with the adjutant. Although he has known Gin for the longest time, he is just a good friend of Deathstroke.

Thomas sat down and wiped his wet hands on his jeans. Martha next to him looked at her with big eyes, looking questioning.

And he just nodded, telling her to wait a moment. The role-playing under the apocalypse of natural disasters was decided today!

"Hehe! Can we fight zombies? When will they come?" With a small smile, the girl took out a revolver with a completely unreasonable design from her pocket. Her little hand rubbed the nearly one meter long barrel, her little nose The person below was puffing heavily: "I haven't played with a gun for a long time. People want it."

"Isn't this coming? Look outside the door."

Thomas pointed behind her, and when she turned her head, she saw a few zombies on the dimly lit street, like mad dogs, running towards Old Mike who was pulling down the rolling shutter door.

The evolution efficiency of the Stitch Monster virus is very high. The zombies I just saw on TV were still shambling figures, but with such skill, they have allowed the zombies that are the host of the virus to evolve the running ability that is more adaptable to the environment. Both run faster than Bolt.