This idea cannot be considered a mistake.

Everyone will experience birth, old age, sickness and death, and the same is true for viruses. From birth to death, the body organs will undergo great changes. But Sibo doesn’t understand: Why is it much easier to study with the newly obtained samples on his hands than before?

The difference is too big. From the characteristics of the virus to the changes in the cell of the infection target, the two samples seemed to come from two planets. In the new Beijing, Sibo had only ordinary "b" permissions. All research behaviors on virus samples could only be carried in public experimental areas and could not be carried to personal laboratories for further analysis. Despite this, the virus data of the samples were remembered by Sibo at that time. Compared before and after, he was surprised to find that the living samples obtained at present were very different, which was simply another thing.

Something happened a coincidence.

Through Su Hailong's relationship, when Sibo was "get" from the new Beijing base, the virus crisis broke out in full swing. During that time, Sibo spent all his time and opportunity to go out. He had no time or opportunity to go out, and the soldiers he escorted could not turn the door and get samples for him to hunt zombies. Everything about the research work was only started after he arrived at the Northwest Base. The situation was very chaotic at that time, the northwest region was vast and sparsely populated. Su Hailong was busy collecting the remaining soldiers, and various affairs at the base also needed to be straightened out.

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"My research foundation is based on existing living samples. That is to say, based on the current zombie samples, I am sure to create immune agents within ten days."

Regardless of whether Tian Guangyao understood what he wanted to express, Sibo mentioned the key point of the problem: "This kind of drug is only effective for the living samples submitted by Liu Tianming and others. If it is the virus studied at the new Beijing base, I guess it is useless."

"What do you mean, are these two completely different viruses?" Tian Guangyao asked uncertainly.

Sibo's face showed an extremely rare solemnity: "Maybe, we got the wrong direction of research from the beginning. I mean the new Beijing base. I don't know where they got the virus samples, but judging from the current situation, the difference is really big."

Sibo is not arbitrary. He did not directly deny the research results of the new Beijing base, but just used obscure words to guess. After all, many things are not as simple as they seem. Especially at this time, it is meaningless to argue about which one is right and who is wrong.

Tian Guangyao is also thinking about the same problem.

Virus and immune agents are both important. If it were a few hours earlier, Sibo's inference would be placed on the desk of General Su Hailong, the commander of the Northwest Base, in the form of a document. It is too late to say anything. Su Hailong's life and death are uncertain now, and the base is in chaos. Even himself and Sibo are trapped in an underground shelter.

The word "going out" is very simple to say, but it is difficult to do in fact.

When Sibo did not say the process of developing immune agents, Tian Guangyao just wanted to control the scale and intensity of the battle, and while trying not to attract the attention of giant flying insects outside, he brought back some food and rescued more people from the base.

The situation is completely different now. If Sibo could really create immune agents within ten days, the situation would develop in completely different directions. The horror brought by viruses and giant insects are two concepts. The former will turn humans into monsters, while the latter will not parasitic, causing infection and mutation.

Even if it can relieve a death threat, it is good. With this alone, Tian Guangyao felt that he had a reason to fight out.

In the chaos, Tian Guangyao had never counted the number of people who escaped into the underground shelter. He stood up and pointed at the head and pointed: Su Hailong, the commander of the base who was seriously injured and unconscious, had 55 in total. He was able to move out of the broken limbs, bleeding too much, and the personnel who had to stay and take care of them. There were 37 people with combat capabilities.

The shelter is stocked with a large number of weapons and bullets. Apart from drinking water and electricity, this is the best news so far.

“I will try to ensure the safety of the passage here and the laboratory.”

Tian Guangyao returned to Sibo, lowered his voice and said seriously: "We are not without a chance. Listen to me, your laboratory is located right next to the mechanical repair workshop. There is a set of automated air defense equipment there, which is an experimental device transported by the Northern Industrial Group to test before the virus outbreak."

Sibo felt that the flow rate of fluid in his blood vessels was accelerating: "You mean, which automatic air defense system can be used to deal with insects?"

Tian Guangyao nodded: "A total of 16 four-unit multi-tube cannons, and a base of 50,000 ammunitions are available. This system was originally to be transported to the southern test site, but later the virus broke out and things were delayed. The base was short of staff, so General Su ordered the system to be installed in several important locations. The mechanical maintenance workshop was divided into four cannons. If you are lucky, we can follow the passage and go to the laboratory. Be careful not to get separated. If you follow us, I will kill all the bugs in front of you and turn them into the most disgusting feces in the world."

Sibo was eager to try: "Let's do it now?"

"You have to be mentally prepared in advance."

Tian Guangyao reminded: "It is best to bring as much water as possible. The food must be solved by yourself. Also, after entering the laboratory, you will immediately close the passage. You are the only one in there, and the short-distance communicator should be able to use it. No matter what, I will help you block the bugs outside."

Sibo glanced at him: "A week?"

"Ten days."

Tian Guangyao set the standard according to the time Sibo said before. He threatened fiercely: "If you don't get out the immune agent then, I will throw you to the bugs and let you ferment in their stomachs."

Sibo smiled: "Don't worry! We will definitely win this battle. They are nothing. Don't forget that we are humans and have a much higher level of evolution than them. Otherwise, the master who ruled the entire world will become a bug."

A few minutes later, people were ready to line up attack formations on both sides of the huge round arched gate.

This is a gate controlled by the power system. In order to prevent possible crises, Tian Guangyao dragged out two heavy machine guns from the underground warehouse and placed them near the gate. Several soldiers with less injuries were responsible for the operation. The black and thick muzzle was pointing at the gate.

Under the gaze of people, the circular steel gate separated little by little to the two sides. Although it took less than half a minute, people felt that the time was extremely slow, and the fear and heaviness firmly suppressed in their hearts gradually increased.

The floodgates finally opened.

The circular passage is empty and there is no figure seen.

No bugs.

Large pieces of blood were splashed on the floors and walls made of reinforced concrete and alloys. There were countless messy red footprints left on the ground. They were left by people when they escaped into the shelter. The blood footprints extended from the corner of the passage in the distance, connecting the inner and outer spaces of the separate steel gates, allowing people to recall the scene full of death and blood in their minds again.

Despite some doubts, Tian Guangyao did not take it lightly. He walked in front with a grenade launcher, and several fully armed soldiers followed closely behind. The passage space was not large, and four or five people could form a suppression team with rapid firepower. According to Tian Guangyao's previous arrangement, the distance between such an attack team was about thirty meters. In this way, people covered each other, held their breath and walked out of the passage slowly.

Along the straight slope, Tian Guangyao walked out of the underground shelter.

The thick dark clouds were dissipating, and a light blue appeared in the sky.

The empty base looked chaotic. The wreckage of the plane at the airport in the distance was so eye-catching. More than a dozen military vehicles overturned to the ground. Some of them had exploded, with black smoke mixed in the flames, like giant pythons, stretching and shrinking into the sky, spitting out snake letters. The fragments produced by the explosion were everywhere, and there were broken glass flying from there that didn't know, reflecting an extremely strange dazzling light on the ground.

There were no corpses and no signs of the injured. Apart from the "hula" sound in the wind in the flames and mechanical wreckage, the entire base was quiet.

Sibo held an assault rifle and walked up from behind. He stopped more than ten meters ahead of Tian Guangyao, bent down, picked up something from the ground, and looked carefully.

Tian Guangyao did not relax his vigilance. He kept his muscles tense, ready to attack at any time, and quickly ran to Sibo: "What did you find?"

Sibo spread his right hand: "This is what they left behind."

In his palm, a brown-black fragment was lying.

It is very hard, with a thickness of about three millimeters. The surface is covered with dense fine lines. They are distributed in a regular manner, and they feel like blood vessels marked in red on the human body structure diagram of medical books, but the gap is larger. The color of these fine lines is slightly lighter than the fragments themselves. The fragments give people a very hard and brittle feeling.

This is a body fragment left by giant insects. Although the bullet is not fatal to them, it can leave something from them. This fragment should be from their wings or other parts of the body.

Sibo's expression was very confused. He stood there and muttered to himself: "Where did these bugs come from? Why did they leave?"
Chapter completed!