Chapter 63 Clean it all up!
The word soft-hearted is not in Zuo Yan's dictionary. Maybe it once was, but now she has abandoned it. Facing the screams and begging for mercy, Zuo Yan's kindness was to use the energy weapon he picked up to send them on their last journey.
The attack launched by Zuo Yan behind the target in the "virtual" state has a great blessing, not only in terms of strength, but also in perception. Nowadays, no one can withstand a blow to his head without dying.
But this method is too cruel, especially the blood spurting scene after the murderer's spine fragments pierced the skin artery.
She doesn't hate it, but she doesn't like it either.
In comparison, the penetrating injuries caused by energy weapon shots look much better.
Half of the head was evaporated, but no blood or brain matter was spilled out. The high-energy beam burned the bones of the wound clean, leaving only a faint smell of paste filling the room.
Zuo Yan had to admit that he liked this kind of weapon a little bit, but unfortunately the power in his hand was too small. It could still be used in a clean place like a laboratory if it was placed outside. The power is much smaller, and charging is also a fatal problem.
Twenty-four corpses fell inside the circular table, blood splattered all over the floor and on the table. The roof of the house survived the damage because it was high enough, and it was still so clean.
The light strip above emits a soft glow.
What was illuminated by the light was a face of despair and fear.
But soon, the face disappeared.
Only the bodies were left lying on the ground.
There were the most corpses lying in front of the eight locked doors. They tried various means to get out, but all in vain.
Zuo Yan scanned the room, leaving a long trail of blood stained on the soles of his shoes. She has revealed her true body, and her "virtual" body is on the other side of the room.
Now,
she was the only living person in the whole room.
She returned to the ring table, sat on the table, and took out a cigarette from her pocket.
The golden halo in his eyes looked a bit eerie under the smoke. After a moment, she straightened up, reached out and clicked a few times on her watch.
Instead of sending a message, I simply opened the software on it and wrote the word "done".
She knew that Zhang Cishun outside must be paying attention to her.
...
Things were indeed as Zuo Yan thought, Zhang Cishun was indeed paying attention to her. When she wrote those two words on the watch, he started and walked out of the bathroom.
The door of the distribution center is locked, and a few lines of text on the only screen are playing in a loop: This center is closed today for some reason. If you need it, please come back tomorrow.
This was not written randomly by Zhang Cishun, but found in a document retrieved from the library.
The advantage of this line of writing is that the researcher who came here and saw this line of writing took one look and returned the same way.
Zhang Cishun walked to the door and looked at the identification device.
When his eyes fell, the text disappeared and the red indicator light flashed into green.
Amidst the sound of machinery, the door opened.
What came into view was the corpse lying on the ground, and the smell of burning and blood filled the air. He walked in and the door closed behind him.
Then the indication changes back to red.
Bloodstains also left traces on Zhang Cishun's journey. He walked all the way to the central circular table and saw Zuo Yan, who was smoking.
"The ground is slippery, be careful," she said.
Why slippery?
Because there is blood.
Zhang Cishun flipped it in and started looking through the data in the computer.
The data in the computer is very complex, but the largest part is the experimental subject's exit record. The records not only mark the time, but also mark the location and purpose of the laboratory. and various basic data of the experimental subject.
After Zhang Cishun screened out this part, he put it aside.
What he focuses on is storage records and deeper things.
"Experimental body storage record -
storage time: July 28, 3023; Experimental body grade: B, A, X; Batch number: 19, 20, 21, 22; Quantity: 4529; Number: Kl19** , Kl20**, Kl21**, Kl22**, Kl-x**; Source: CCGE-manufacturing plant; Armed escort: DRS, CCGE joint escort; Signing party: INNHBS deployment center; Remarks: B, A level experiments The bodies can be used for laboratory purposes, but the experimental bodies of batch X cannot be approved. All experimental bodies of
batch , all the data of the 4,529 experimental subjects after they were put into the database are summarized here.
But one-fifth of the experimental subjects were marked with a consumed red stamp.
Except for those experimental subjects with x.
"Did you find anything?" After finishing his cigarette, Zuo Yan threw the cigarette butt to the ground. The blood instantly extinguished the remaining fire, making a sizzling sound.
"Do you know that CCGE has a manufacturing plant?" Zhang Cishun asked, then put down the storage records and started looking for other information.
"The manufacturing plant... I don't know." Zuo Yan shook his head: "Is it in Zhongcheng District?"
"No, it should be in Shangcheng District." Zhang Cishun said.
The information in the computer, excluding the records of the experimental subjects entering and exiting the warehouse, is pitifully small. Of course, this pitiful amount is only in comparison.
"Just keep one alive."
Zuo Yan looked at him and said, "You didn't say."
"I mean what if."
Zhang Cishun couldn't take his eyes off, data was flowing on the screen, and documents were opened and closed one by one.
a little.
He paused for a moment, then reopened the document he had just closed.
This is a future planning document, which records the number of experimental voxels that need to be stored in the warehouse in the future.
Looking at the time, mid-August is obviously a bit far away from now.
Zhang Cishun tapped his finger on the table, then straightened up and touched the watch lightly with his finger.
As his consciousness moved, he saw code and data being written crazily on the image. Soon, a hidden program was packaged.
Then, he raised his hand, and a pool of nanorobots surged out of his palm again.
He loaded this program into the nanorobot group's own program, then squatted down and clicked on each computer's host.
Every time his fingers clicked, a little bit of the nanobot group seeped into it.
After doing this, Zhang Cishun silently cleaned up all traces of his intrusion and restored the computer to its original appearance.
"What else are you doing?" Zuo Yan jumped off the table, picked up the energy weapon, and looked at the magazine. The number of bullets displayed was less than three, so she simply threw the gun away.
"There is one last thing."
Zhang Cishun said.
"Tell me."
"We need to clean up the experimental subjects here."
"All?"
"Yes, all."
"Can't you use your ability?"
"It can't be used. There is no nanorobot group in their body, or They exist, but they are in an inactive state, so I cannot control them."
Zuo Yan silently took off the unused energy weapons from several other dead staff members after a long time.
(End of chapter)