The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 887 General
About an hour ago, in the county town west of Qincheng.

The school where the helicopter took off is in the basement of the experimental building next to the playground. The space is larger than the four or five classrooms upstairs. It doesn't match the style of other places in the school. It should have been rebuilt after the disaster.

The huge basement is divided into different areas separated by plastic film. You can hear the howling of zombies, and there are many sophisticated instruments placed in each area.

More than a dozen men and women in white coats were busy. It was not difficult to guess their positions; they were all scientific researchers, shuttling between various areas.

In the southernmost corner, a man in a black windbreaker stood with his hands behind his back. His tall figure attracted attention. Behind him was a fully armed fighter, and next to him was a scientific researcher.

The three were watching the two fighters sparring across the octagonal cage.

Inside the venue, the fighters wore only a pair of loose training pants and a pair of hiking boots, with their upper bodies naked. Every muscle was very full and regular as if cut by a knife, demonstrating an extremely violent sense of power.

Bang, bang. bang.

The two men in the fight were nimble and powerful, leaving trails of shadows under the light of the incandescent lamp. They were extremely fast and had a very strong combat awareness.

"General, after many adjustments, we have basically eliminated the negative effects of the drug and further extended its duration from thirteen minutes to twenty minutes. It will not cause obvious collapse after it wears off. How do you feel about this progress?"

The middle-aged Mediterranean man had a slightly hunched back and a faint smile on his face. He was almost three heads shorter than the tall man in a windbreaker when standing next to him.

"It shouldn't be a problem for us to deal with zombies at this level. Doctor Ge, if the zombies continue to get stronger, what should our soldiers do to deal with them?"

The general looked at the two people in the octagonal cage calmly. The explosive force of their punches was nothing but child's play to him.

"If the zombies continue to get stronger, the zombie corps you control will also become stronger. Then you can rest assured."

Dr. Ge smiled proudly. It was he who developed the technology to control zombies.

"Have you not considered the risk of losing control?"

The general turned his head and looked at Dr. Ge.

Dr. Ge shook his head confidently: "General, don't worry. The zombies that we implanted control chips with will only die, not betray."

Hearing that there would be no betrayal, the general's mouth curled up slightly. He liked loyalty.

"The zombie corps is not human after all. Don't my soldiers have any chance to improve?"

Dr. Ge smiled confidently and said, "The strengthening plan is progressing steadily and has achieved good results. However, the negative effects are too great. But it doesn't matter. We will definitely make a breakthrough in technology in due time!"

"Dr. Ge, I just like your affirmative tone. Keep working hard. If you need anything, please contact the Materials Department immediately and I will solve it for you!"

"Okay, okay." Dr. Ge agreed repeatedly.

"Haha, these guys still need to improve their fancy moves!"

The general was happy. He walked up the stairs, opened the door of the octagonal cage and went in.

Dr. Ge and the guards behind the general looked at each other, both revealing a helpless look.

"General..."

"General!"

The fighters who were sparring in the field stopped their movements and looked at the man in the windbreaker with a little fear.

"Come on, while the drug is still effective, both of you can beat me together!"

The general waved to the two men and nodded, full of irrefutable authority.

The two soldiers looked at each other. Knowing the general's temper well, they attacked the general without saying a word.

At the same time, he stomped so hard that the floor shook, and he poured his violent strength into his fists and feet, attacking the man in the windbreaker who was standing motionless without reservation.

Bang! Wow...

The corners of the windbreaker fluttered, and before they fell, the fight was over in an instant. With a simple punch and a kick, the two vigorous fighters were knocked to the floor of the octagonal cage, and their bodies even bounced slightly...

"Uh……"

"Ahem!"

Two muffled groans instantly frightened the excited soldiers, and the swollen strength in their bodies seemed to dissipate...

They all knew that the general was strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong.

The two of them had taken the latest combat potions, yet they couldn't even withstand a single attack from the other side?
Everyone knows that the general's strength comes from the astounding zombie technology, but no one knows how it was achieved.

"No fainting, great progress, keep it up."

After defeating the two men, the general was satisfied.

I don’t know if it was to suppress the opponent’s confidence or to satisfy his own vanity, but he turned and walked out of the octagonal cage. At this moment, a voice rang out.

"Report to the General! Xuanwu No. 1 has lost contact. I repeat, Xuanwu No. 1 has lost contact!"

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The two soldiers lying on the ground were stunned, and Dr. Ge and the guard were also stunned.

The general slowly walked down the steps, took out a walkie-talkie from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me in detail!"

"General... Ten, ten minutes ago, we should have received the signal sent back by Xuanwu No. 1, but we didn't. We sent a signal to Xuanwu No. 1, requesting a handshake, but we haven't received any handshake signal so far!"

The person in charge of the monitoring and command center sounded anxious. According to operational requirements, outbound helicopters had to send a signal to the headquarters every fifteen minutes, and the headquarters would also send back a signal, similar to a handshake message in civil aviation.

Although there is no involvement of satellites, simple communications within a few hundred kilometers are still possible.

There was not only Xuanwu No. 1 helicopter out, there were two other helicopters outside at the same time. There were special people in the monitoring and command center who were responsible for receiving the handshake signals from several helicopters. Just ten minutes ago, there was no movement from Xuanwu No. 1, which should have had a handshake signal.

None of these operations require manual work, so there should be no deviations. However, delays may occur occasionally due to interference. The staff at the monitoring center waited for a few minutes and still did not receive any signal, so they immediately sent a handshake request to Xuanwu-1.

He called three times every two minutes, but received no response, so he quickly reported to the general.

"Xuanwu No. 1..."

The general's eyelids trembled slightly, and he suddenly thought of something: "Which helicopter did Weng Hongbo take to leave?"

"Xuan...Xuanwu No. 1!"

The staff's hearts were in their throats. The general was so nervous because his only son was also on the helicopter.

The two fighters lying in the octagonal cage looked at each other. The surging effects of the drugs in their bodies had not yet dissipated, but cold sweat had already seeped out of their foreheads. They originally wanted to stand up, but now they simply lay down and pretended to be dead, which was safer.

Dr. Ge, who was standing next to the octagonal cage, felt the drop in air pressure. He rolled his eyes and walked towards a large machine in the distance as if nothing had happened, tiptoeing quietly.

Only the guard was very skinny and he had no way of escaping.

The general's windbreaker was made of fine material, with a drapey feel and a cashmere luster. He held the walkie-talkie in one hand to his mouth, and his slightly raised arm caused a wrinkle on the windbreaker. He pondered for about half a minute and was about to speak when the other party spoke first.

"General... I just received the death signal from Vice Minister Cao."

When one reaches the level of deputy director of the combat department, the life detection instrument he wears will be bound to the signal transmitter. Once the heartbeat stops, the headquarters will receive a special signal wave.

Deputy Minister Cao was the captain and pilot of Xuanwu-1. He died. In addition, the helicopter did not send a handshake signal. Everything pointed to one result: all the people on board were killed...

From the establishment of the camp to this moment, there have been accidents involving helicopters. During an attack on other camps, the emergence of an unknown force directly led to the crash of three helicopters, but that was the only time!
"Suck……"

The general took a deep breath, closed his eyes and raised his head. He pondered for half a minute again. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were calm and he said calmly, "I understand. Notify the War Eagle Department and hold funerals for the eagles according to the standards of martyrs and arrange for compensation."

After saying that, the general put his hands behind his back and walked towards the security door.

(End of this chapter)