Apocalypse Cockroach

The split red algae in Hawaiian waters, once shattered mirrors, are now reconnected by countless python-like red vines, and the previously destroyed red algae forest has grown, with messy sea wreckage and white bones hanging from the branches of many native red trees. From the sky down, the red algae have recovered to what they were before the nuclear bomb exploded.

In this world of fire and red, the fruit grown on countless large trees finally reached the moment of maturity, bigger fruit color than the house purple black hair, countless linear cracks spread over it, every minute the fruit burst, flying out a dark shadow wing into the sky unknown, the clouds in the sky torn apart in countless black shadow shuttles.

Dawn Goddess was flying tens of thousands of meters high. The three crew members quickly pre-screened the photographs taken by Dawn Goddess, sending anything of value back to the command center. The high-tech style cab was unusually small, and a large amount of equipment filled the inside of the fuselage. The pilot and deputy captain kept an eye on all sorts of flight data. Soon they arrived at the scene of the incident.

Numerous nautical corpses floating on the blue sea surface, the broken lotus leaves are mixed, the sea reflecting sunlight makes the view angle of the high-speed reconnaissance aircraft not very good, a cloud orbit stretching several kilometers across the sky, suddenly the cloud swept up a dozen black shadows to fly to the sky, these images lightning bolted through the visual limit, and blinking disappeared into the cloud.

“Something is approaching us...” The steady captain, an old pilot, did not panic and gave the information back to the command centre.

“Can determine what it is...” The Commander of the Command Centre's Major General is not worried about anything catching up with the Goddess of Dawn, let alone climbing 40,000 metres.

“No, too fast, too slow radar response, can only capture signals occasionally...” The captain looked at the spot of light on the radar and said out loud that the deputy captain next to him was a young rookie with a slight panic and turned to the intelligence analyst behind them, but saw a blonde with freckles on her face analyzing even a satellite photograph.

“What do you got?” The deputy captain wanted to get back to the task quickly, and the language was anxious, and the blonde's beautiful eyes were all incredibly surprised, and she said, “Sir Brad, maybe I found... ”

“What... what is it?” The captain has been watching the rising lights and has no time to turn back.

“They fell, they fell, the limit height was 15,000 meters, they couldn't resist a low temperature of 50 degrees below zero...” The deputy captain shouted out loud and had a little joy, but was then reprimanded by the captain: “This means that under 15,000 meters of altitude, no plane can escape that thing, not even the goddess of dawn... ”

“Got them. What kind of creature is this?” The command center sent a surprising question. The high-speed reconnaissance plane sent the photo back to the command center the first time, it was analyzed by the command center. No one answered him. The crew of Dawn Goddess also didn't know. At this time, the blonde trembled: “Sir Brad, maybe we should go to Hawaii to figure out what it is...” The woman switched the scene in front of the captain, who was floating in the middle of the cloud and attracted countless black-pressed creatures.

“Why not, why not, knowing that the body structure is similar to that of humans, why not succeed, what is the problem? ”

Flanders stared pale at the nasally paralyzed Sea Nation and grabbed his hair dead. Behind him, twenty or thirty unravelled Sea Corpses were cluttered, black viscera flowed randomly on the ground, bright red blood formed a flowing stream submerged Flanders feet, Flanders with scalpels in his hands were covered with blood, and his eyes filled with blood silk were empty and confused.

“Phew...” A mouthful of blood sprayed out of Flander's mouth and poured on the sea corpse in front of him, looking at the mouth with the blood of the gut fragments, Flander regained some more shadow in his sensible eyes, then his chest was like a rat, drumming up fist-sized protrusions swimming fast, this thing would split infectious, divided into two parts, divided into four parts, at the end of the day Flander's body added two laps, a more demonic face than a woman's, horrible, no more human image, like a monster in a horror movie.

The rapidly beating muscles swelled constantly, and eventually the body could not withstand the enormous pressure of the whole explosion, instantly turning into tens of millions of crushed flesh, licking a little redness in the bloody water all over the floor.

In another enclosed space in the lab, a row of incubators lined up neatly, and all the incubators had a naked man, it would be appalling to see that every man looked the same, as if he were pouring it out, and if you look closely, you can see that these men were like Flanders before.

The incubation tank operates automatically, with no dirt around it, no trace of human activity, all of a sudden, one of the incubation tanks flashes green light, mechanical rotation sounds, emits an exhalation sound, and the light green nutrient solution in the incubation tank slowly drops, when the flanders inside opened their eyes violently.

Flander, naked, walked out and watched the empty cultivation trough silence, this is the second empty cultivation trough, the first one showed 144 hours, he walked out of the cultivation trough showed one thousand and eighty hours, the rest of the cultivation trough uniformly cleared all the time, started counting again, watching that rapidly spinning millisecond and thunder couldn't move forward for a minute, Flander felt strongly weak and slowly sat on the cold ground.

The cold metal floor made him cold, Flander trembled, his whole body curled together, holding his knees and staring at the third cultivation trough. From the third, to the thirteenth, all the cultivation troughs had a sleeping Flander, looking at the remaining eleven self, Flander's heart rose unnamed, and he seemed to see himself coming out of the rest of the cultivation trough once and for all, until the eleventh, there was no Flander in the world, and all the time counts showed the last time he had left.

Fourteen hundred and forty hours is exactly sixty days, one hundred and eighty hours is forty-five days, and the time difference between the two incubation slots is fifteen days, which is the missing fifteen days, exactly the time difference between the two body breakdowns. If not bad, maybe the body can last less than forty days now, and the next body is a little suspended even for a month.

The pressure of death makes his heart as heavy as iron. Flander does not know whether his research can find a way to live. All ambitions and achievements are nothingness, and his goal from the beginning to the end is to live. That is why he studied veterinary warriors, experimented with Elson, and even placed expectations on sea warriors. In the eyes of others, he is immortal. Only he knows that he is only a cobweb who wants to live...

Song Kunhai at Sichuan underground base felt like he was getting more and more idle. Sichuan entered a period of expansionary high-speed development. Soldiers and guards of the underground city were constantly being drawn out, tons of ammunition were being sent out every day. A large amount of high-energy fuel was being transported from Hubei to the underground base and transformed into loaded blood. Numerous raw materials were being manufactured into ammunition and weapons sources. Sichuan's army consumed hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammunition every day, but more ammunition was sent into the warehouse. Numerous raw materials were being transported back to the underground base as spoils for storage.

In addition to a few core areas, the underground city has been revitalized by a large number of foreign survivors, including teachers, doctors, researchers, senior engineers, mechanics, cooks, children without parents, teenagers who want to be soldiers, and pregnant women. The underground city is the Garden of Eden in Sichuan, with no carcasses, no violence, no oppressors, circulated in the mouths of all survivors, making everyone envious.

When the army withdrew from the underground city, Song Kunhai was the real administrator, but without the cooperation of the lady, he could not even turn on the lights. At some point, the core area of the lady Kunhai was strictly protected, and even Song Kunhai could not easily step on it except for the equipment maintenance personnel selected from the original employees of Laundry Ming Moon, but today, all the corridors were sealed off and the lady's computer room became an absolute restricted area.

The reason for this action was that the lady welcomed an unexpected guest, a digital life that appeared in front of her, who had long heard of the famous Russian brain, Snowmoss.

The image of Blizzard Moss is not human, at least not entirely. Unlike the pure and delicate figure of the female maiden, Blizzard Moss only has the upper half of the truncated body of a human being, the lower half of the truncated body of an elk. The three-dimensional stereoscopic projection depicts her perfect face as an inspiring beauty. In terms of appearance, she is not related to the female Chunlan Qiu chrysanthemum. The full breasts are not invisible, even if the breasts are exposed, they do not carry any impulsive emotions. Want, on the contrary, has a life-emerging rhyme. In general, she doesn't want a human being, but rather like a goddess who can't be blasphemed in a mythical story, with a noble temperament that people admire.

The temperament of a woman is also not bad, compared to the contradictory and harmonious demonic beauty of a blizzard moss, but a little less dusty, two perfect forms of digital life constructed stare at each other in the computer room, this stare is just a gesture, unlike the need for humans to express their thoughts through language and action, they only need to exchange data to achieve a lifetime of communication.

“Why did you show up, China has rejected your request, Russia is too far away from China, we are powerless...” Digital life has a more convenient way of communicating, but whether it's a woman or a blizzard, Moss is more willing to communicate in a human way. Perhaps this is the way they want to distinguish intelligent from non-intelligent life. A woman mixes beautiful and beautiful female voices through electronic sounds, each word is like a spring-water ding, with a distinct rhythm.

“That man's refusal doesn't mean anything. As the backstage of digital life, I want you to respect me. I'm here because I need you, not Russia, so you shouldn't refuse so early... ”

The sound of Blizzard Moss is another style, with strong charm, as if the witch murmured, in the case of a normal man, the sound alone can be unwittingly hypnotized, leaving them to fall into a crushing fascination with Blizzard Moss, but the woman is immune to the sound, the proposal of Blizzard Moss makes her mouth appear humanized sarcasm.

“If you negotiate with me through normal channels, as a digital life, I will have a minimum respect for you, but as a bandit who breaks into someone else's house, I don't think I have anything to say to you... ”

Females are equally arrogant. Digital life has its own territory. It is closely related to the forces behind them. Russia behind Blizzard Moss has been on the brink of destruction, while Huaxia Renaissance, represented by Zhang Xiaoqiang behind Females, is becoming stronger and stronger. There is no comparison between the two sides at all. Therefore, females do not have to lower their voices to Blizzard Moss, even if this digital life has been born longer than hers.