The marshal returned to his office and scratched his messy beard with his paws angrily: "It's obviously good news, why are you so upset and unhappy?"

His office is large, and there is a simulated golf driving range on one side. Usually the old marshal likes to play golf and relax, especially before making important decisions.

He placed the ball and hit two shots, but they all went into the bushes. The old marshal was so angry that he twisted the club into a twist with a roar.

The adjutant heard the roar, knocked on the door and came in: "Marshal? How can I help you?"

"Get out!"

The adjutant retreated silently and closed the door.

Breathing heavily, the old marshal returned to his desk, dug out a document from a pile, opened it and looked at it carefully.

Humanity has already achieved paperless office, and even if the resistance organization is short of various supplies, it is also equipped with a personal super brain.

But the demon tribe doesn't like that kind of thing very much, and their claws are not used to the various virtual sensor touches of the super brain.

To this day, they still like things that they can hold firmly in their paws.

This document is a battle report from Han Cao Hai. There is actually very little part about being trapped in the death camp. Because it was originally sent to die and consume the opponent's vitality; so their victory or defeat did not concern the demon.

The old marshal looked carefully and saw that the death camps in six cities had been destroyed. There were more than 1,900 monsters in the six death camps, and only about 200 were taken out alive.

This includes the death camp in Jianghao City.

They withdrew five days ago, and only seventeen of them survived.

However, the document did not report which monsters survived. He thought for a while and dialed a communication number. Cross-planet communication was very ineffective, and it required activating a large teleportation array to transmit the signal, which was extremely expensive.

Only those with the status of Old Marshal can activate it at any time.

Hu Laoqi's respectful voice came: "Your Excellency!"

"Did you give him those four nuclear fusion grenades?"

"According to your instructions, it was delivered to him before they set off." Tiger Lao Qi knew exactly what the old marshal wanted to ask, and quickly added: "He came back alive, although he suffered a lot.

He was injured, but his life was saved. Your four nuclear fusion grenades played a vital role."

"Yeah." The old marshal hung up the communication.

Hu Laoqi is just a low-level officer. How can he get such a trophy as a nuclear fusion grenade?

The old marshal knocked on the table with his paw and called the adjutant in: "Go to Yunyingxing and bring that traitor back."

The adjutant asked faithfully: "What if he doesn't want to come back?"

"Knock him unconscious and bring him back!" the old marshal said angrily: "Do you still want me to teach you how to do this kind of thing?"

"yes!"

Just as the adjutant was about to carry out the execution, the old marshal added: "You don't need to see me after you bring him back. You can just throw him to Song Zheng and become the eleventh experimental subject."

"clear."

…

That afternoon, Lang Jiu stood in front of Song Zheng with a gloomy face. Song Zheng was surprised: "I thought these guys were just wasting my time again, but it turns out it's the instructor who came to see me."

Lang Jiu said angrily: "I'm not here to see you, Experimental Subject No. 11 reports to you!" Then he awkwardly gave Song Zheng a military salute.

Song Zheng smiled heartlessly: "I understand, you were caught kissing me, hahaha!"

Blue veins popped up on Lang Jiu's forehead, and he almost couldn't help but attack him, but Song Zheng refused to shut up his foul mouth: "You and he look really alike, and we are biological at first glance, but your biological father is a

You damn duck, you are so stubborn. I finally caught you at the last moment."

Lang Jiu roared and was about to jump up, when a claw stretched out from behind him and held him down firmly.

The colonel came up, held Lang Jiu down with one paw, and said to Song Zheng: "Except for me, the effects of the other experimental subjects are not obvious. The marshal is very worried."

Song Zheng was dissatisfied and said: "Those idiots don't care about cultivation, but I'm still worried!"

He shouted again: "If I could make the decision, I would drive all these guys who don't cooperate carefully to mine, or throw them directly into the death camp! What's the point of experimental subjects who don't cooperate with the experiment?"

Lang Qiye looked at him and said seriously: "You can make the decision. Do you know that in the past, humans used white mice for experiments, and the useless mice would eventually be destroyed by humanitarianism. How you want to deal with them can be done with just one sentence."

Song Zheng was startled for a moment and then said: "That's not necessary. Let them go. I have given up hope of obtaining experimental reference materials from them. Can you bring back my four previous experimental subjects? Yes.

Okay, instructor, you went to the battlefield, what was the result, where were Hou Da and the others?"

The aura on Lang Jiu's body was like the frozen sea, and he said stiffly: "They are all dead."

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, and Lang Jiu said again: "Everyone in the new barracks is dead except you." He glanced at Song Zheng again and said: "Chongguang Town, I can't go back, and you can't go back either.

.”

The colonel interjected: "Lang Jiu, please start. I'll go talk to the other experimental subjects and let them practice seriously."

The colonel's conversation had a certain effect, but it can only be said that it had a limited effect.

Two experimental subjects with relatively gentle personalities agreed to cooperate fully with the experiment, but the rest of the experimental subjects were quite duplicitous.

The colonel saw everything and shook his head secretly.

This is obviously a great opportunity, but they are self-righteous and suspicious, always speculating on various conspiracies.

After he talked with the experimental subject, Lang Jiu returned to the team. They practiced together in a completely closed underground camp. Lang Jiu was seriously injured in this battle. Originally, his arm had not fully recovered, but now the injury was added to the injury, and he started practicing

more difficult.

However, he worked very hard and fully believed in Song Zheng. He used two demonic beast inner elixirs every day - and for those experimental subjects, the fastest progress is still one a day, and most of them only absorb one every two days.

When the colonel was away, those negative experimental subjects would gather together and complain, constantly saying bad things about Song Zheng behind his back.

"A mysterious guy came from nowhere. I really don't know why the marshal trusts him so much."

"What kind of technique is this? The more you practice, the slower the demonic energy in your body becomes. I suspect this is a trick to trick us. We and the colonel are probably not practicing the same technique. He is using us to compare with the colonel."

"Colonel has a high status. In this kind of experiment, we will definitely be the unlucky ones."

"That damn thing! Isn't our life life? Why should we be sacrificed in vain?"

"If I have a chance, I will tear that guy into pieces! Put it on an iron skewer and roast it."

"But the colonel succeeded. I'm afraid we will never have a chance to fight back."
Chapter completed!