Rumble...

The unusual vibration scared all the prisoners in the prison.

At this moment, they felt the ground trembling violently under their feet, and the pots and pans on the table were clanging.

“There are earthquakes here too?”

Uncle Li's steps were steady and shouted loudly: "Stop it all, nothing will happen."

An interpreter next to me shouted in English again.

This time, there are too many people in the biochemical world, and those who speak English far outstrips speak Chinese.

Sure enough, the prisoner's voice echoed in the sky: "The earth extends, and in the future, your space for activities will be larger."

Just say this, just let them guess. For prisoners, the warden must have such a stature and cannot speak too much.

The more mysterious it is, the more awe it is. In fact, many prisoners don’t know who the person they caught in is.

The entire prison island has grown ten times larger in area. It was originally 200 meters long and 100 meters wide, but now it has been adjusted to 600 meters long and more than 300 meters wide by Tang Feng.

There are many prisoners in the male prison area, with a slightly larger area, while the female prison is relatively small. Of course, a area for storage must be left.

The so-called sky has also become higher, from the original one hundred meters to two hundred meters. Otherwise, the expansion of area will make the sky look very low and feel depressed.

There is light, water, and soil, so crops can be planted in the prison space, and temperature, humidity and other aspects can be adjusted at will.

Tang Feng plans to purchase a large number of crop seeds. In addition to making transactions with survivors of the biochemical world, he also wants prisoners to farm on isolated islands of prison.

Every time you buy grain and vegetables, it is the most arduous thing. The next step is to be self-sufficient. The remaining little meat will be much easier to deal with, and Tang Feng’s procurement burden can be reduced by half.

Of course, a procurement company must be set up in the real world. Tang Feng will not do such things in person in the future.

At this point, all the rewards for the task were fulfilled. After getting up, Tang Feng sent Giselle to the prison space. He still asked her to practice martial arts with Wei Ting, went out by himself, found an agency company, and entrusted them to help him register the company, as well as company site selection and personnel recruitment.

Try not to take up your own time when spending money can solve things.

Then, I went to a seed company in the suburbs, spent more than 100,000 yuan to buy a large pile of crop seeds, and booked a batch of goods worth one million yuan. I agreed to come and pick up the goods in a week.

After completing these two things, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. When he returned home, Tang Feng opened the next world and plunged back to the world of Resident Evil.

Before entering, of course, you have to adjust the time ratio to 10 to 1. There will be ten days on the biochemical side, and there will be only one day on the reality side.

The footprint was outside the fence of the desert base, and the survivors were cleaning up thousands of zombies using tools such as bulldozers and trucks.

They cannot be allowed to rot here forever, and they must be transported to a faraway place to dig a hole and buried.

After discovering Tang Feng, Carlos jumped out of a bulldozer. He took off his gloves and looked puzzled: "Why are you back? Did you miss something?"

"no."

Tang Feng smiled and shook his head: "The situation has changed over my side, and it has become easier to come and go, so I will come back every now and then, which is equivalent to treating this place as the second home... Well, you can understand it this way."

"Yeah?"

Carlos must have not understood it. He came over and asked in a low voice, "What is your side?"

"Anyway, it's better than you think, and your cigarette will not be interrupted in the future."

Tang Feng patted his shoulder: "This time, I brought back a lot of crop seeds and planned to hire survivors to help me do something."

Hearing that the cigarette roll would not be broken, Carlos laughed and said, "Hey, don't think we are so philanthropic. You and Alice saved the world and do things for you are the ones."

"One code is one code, no one can permanently squeeze other people's labor."

Tang Feng shook his head: "What I like most is fair trade and I don't owe any favors."

"Oh well."

Carlos was simply dissatisfied and too lazy to talk: "What do we need to do?"

"Go to the nearest city with me and help me collect some construction materials. I want to build a house somewhere and live in a few thousand people."

Tang Feng gestured around: "Of course, let's talk about it when you finish cleaning up these corpses."

Building a house?

Carlos knew that he shouldn't ask questions in a long while, but he couldn't help but wonder: Why is there a problem with the house? There are so many empty houses in the city, so how much does it cost. Besides, the current underground base is also pretty good.

Zombie Apocalypse has caused minimal damage to urban buildings. After all, not all places have been damaged by nuclear bombs like Raccoon City.

Nowadays, the total number of survivors on the entire earth is impossible to exceed one million. In a few years, all the zombies will be destroyed, and no one will worry about housing. Those billions of luxury houses that have lost their owners can be selected at will.

Therefore, Tang Feng is definitely not trying to build a house in this world because he is full, but to build his own prison space.

In prison, there are more and more prisoners. If they are allowed to sleep in tents, it will definitely be inappropriate to make them look like outdoor camping sites. Tang Feng himself finds it annoying.

In the biochemical world, some building materials are searched and sent to prison for prisoners to build their own houses. It doesn’t need to be very glamorous, and it can be clean and tidy and orderly.

If someone asks, are they all guilty people? Is it necessary to provide them with such good living conditions? Is it still called jail if you eat well and live well?

How to say this? The key is that the prison space is in Tang Feng's head and can be sensed at all times.

Think about it, if the entire prison is dirty and smelly, and is like a pigpen, then the one who feels most uncomfortable is not someone else, but Tang Feng himself.

There are ways to punish guilty people, do heavy work, be struck by lightning... and even be executed directly, thrown into boundless black mist and transform into nothingness.

The reward and punishment system can be strict, but the entire space must be cleaned up so that the prisoner can feel comfortable.

Furthermore, Tang Feng also wanted to make full use of those talented prisoners, so he could not support them in vain. He had to work and had to do something.

This will enable the prison space to be built into a comprehensive base integrating scientific research, manufacturing, production, planting and other elements.

As we have experienced more and more worlds, we will definitely accumulate various types of black technologies. By integrating them, we can create various products and things that are far more advanced than the real world, such as weapons and equipment, and transportation vehicles.

In short, Tang Feng is very ambitious and does not treat the prison space as a prison cell that is imprisoned, but a small world that belongs entirely to him and will evolve into a real big world in the future, even...

(Coffee: Biochemical Collect is finished here, so I still have to reveal it in advance that the next volume is the world of Terminator 3. Although 1 and 2 are also written badly, I have a relatively novel and bold idea that I can describe it from a very novel perspective and will not be the same as others have written it. Although this is risky, I think it is worth a try.
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