rebuilding in walking dead

A few days later, the group moved forward along the edge of the radiation zone and safely met up with the federal caravan envoy.

This special envoy sent by the Federation had also met Frank once. He was a businessman named Rogert, who had conducted several transactions with the Human Rights Alliance. It was said that in the Federation, he was an official specifically responsible for managing the distribution of materials.

Strangely enough, in the Federation, they implemented a class division system. They subdivided all the survivors according to their past occupations. Elite occupations in the past society, such as lawyers, doctors, politicians, etc., were classified as high-ranking citizens and enjoyed better welfare and rights.

However, survivors such as farmers, workers, waiters, businessmen or other people engaged in low-level jobs are still classified as lower-class citizens. Not only do they have to bear more physical labor, but they also receive very little pay.

Although such a system attracted elite talents, it also caused serious class contradictions in federal society.

According to intelligence obtained by Lyon, there have even been several armed rebellions within their ranks because of this system, but they were all suppressed by the federal high-ranking officials who controlled the military.

However, even if these contradictions were forcibly suppressed, the people within the federation gradually split into two severely opposing classes.

After the two sides met, the atmosphere was quite harmonious. Although the Federation adopted a very harsh and high-pressure policy internally, its attitude towards the outside world was very friendly and it rarely had armed conflicts with other forces.

They have a lot of soldiers. Although they don't have powerful weapons such as airplanes and cannons, in order to deal with the monsters in the doomsday, each soldier is equipped with hard plastic armor with good defense. Although it cannot defend against bullets and guns, ordinary zombies cannot break through their defense.

"He is currently on a mission with our soldiers in order to pay for your treatment."

Tara thought about it, looked at Shirley's pitiful expression on the hospital bed, and did not refuse. She slowly told Shirley some information that the Human Union could tell ordinary people. Finally, she said in a comforting tone:

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, Dr. Mason returned to Lyon's office wearing a clean and tidy suit.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President."

"This is a deal that I brokered and worked very hard to reach within the federation."

"Doctor, I heard from Colonel Frank that the biological weapon you developed, called the Licker, is still a semi-finished product, but its combat effectiveness is quite good."

"Every time I went in and out of their headquarters, I was blindfolded, body searched, and put on the plane."

"Don't worry, our soldiers are very strong, your husband will be fine."

A few days later, when Shirley hugged her husband again, Leon also met Dr. Mason, who claimed to be the director of research, in his office.

As he spoke, the middle-aged, slightly bald man turned his head, looked at Colonel Frank sincerely, and said:

"However, as a human survivor, I think handing them over to your Human Union Organization is the only way to allow these poor people to survive."

"As for what the mission is, I don't know either."

Only in this way can we arrange corresponding countermeasures against the various biological and chemical weapons inside and take over the research institute with the least losses.

President Leon plans to use professionals to get information about Freemasonry and the mysterious research institute from this old man.

"As a result, when our experiment reached a critical stage and we began to develop the combat chip, those Masonic bastards actually cut off contact with us."

"Is this your main product?"

Leon raised his eyebrows. It was not until today that he knew that the North American branch of Freemasonry was actually located in Mexico.

"My name is Tara. I'm the police officer in charge of guarding you. This is the hospital of the United Human Community."

The more than 2,000 survivors were mainly elderly people, women and children, with not many middle-aged men. The clothes they wore were quite tattered. Most of them were carrying some personal belongings, and their faces showed the weakness of long-term malnutrition.

"In the end, the soldiers who were responsible for guarding and maintaining order in the institute still got into a fight with the researchers."

"Is your product mature enough?"

"Especially their strong vitality. It takes more than half of their bodies to kill them."

"It has seriously affected our technological system. After many factories stopped production, a large number of workers were unemployed. Even the power system and medical system suffered serious accidents."

"Coupled with the increasingly serious radiation pollution and soil erosion, it is becoming increasingly difficult to obtain food."

"I can only guess from my experience that it is Mexico, but I can't confirm their exact location."

"Who are you? Where is this place? Where is Dwight?"

"We certainly also want all human beings to live a happy life."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. President. I haven't had a hot shower in nearly three months. I've almost forgotten what civilized society looks like."

The envoy named Rogert is a pampered middle-aged fat man who seems to have not experienced the trials of doomsday. His every move is like that of an ordinary gentleman in peacetime.

"As for who Dwight you're talking about, I haven't heard of him."

"It was clear to our senior officials that Ms. Milton was correct in her assessment that this was not a very good deal for the Commonwealth."

Lyon was very considerate and did not continue asking questions. Instead, he arranged for someone to take Dr. Mason to the washroom of the government service center and gave him a well-fitting suit so that he could look decent again.

"However, those toxins have stayed in your body for several days, causing considerable damage to your body."

Tara thought for a moment and added:

"But I heard that you were sent here for treatment by your husband."

Out of uneasiness about the unknown environment, she lay weakly on the bed, looking at the policewoman beside her, and pleaded:

But when he thought of Dwight going on a mission with those so-called warriors, he immediately became uneasy.

Shirley turned her weak body and looked around uneasily. After discovering that this was a clean and tidy hospital ward, she asked nervously:

"As a last resort, I used my authority as the research director to completely close the door of the institute to prevent those horrible monsters from escaping."

He coughed consciously and said sincerely:

"I know you want to ask about the various research institutes and Freemasonry."

"I'm worried about my husband."

Frank was silent for a few seconds and retracted his contempt for the gentleman.

The two sides have a total team of nearly three thousand people. Even in the dangerous radiation zone, apart from those unintelligent zombies, not many monsters dare to provoke them.

"Hello, Mr. President. I am Mason Polisha, a senior researcher engaged in virus and biological research."

"You have to rest for a while before you can recover."

While this huge team was bypassing the center of the radiation zone and moving slowly forward, Jesus had already brought his team members, together with Dwight, to escort the old man named Mason to the Human Alliance base as quickly as possible.

Shirley breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the women opposite her had no ill intentions and that she was not restrained by them.

Dr. Mason shook his head, feeling a little regretful that he didn't know this information and couldn't give it to his new boss. He licked his lips and said:

"The Licker is just a secondary product in our biological and chemical weapons series. It is suitable for dealing with lightweight enemies, but it cannot deal with aircraft, artillery, and fortresses."

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a black-haired woman with a good figure in a blue police uniform, leaning against the wall and reading a comic book.

He bowed to Leon very politely and said:

At this point, Dr. Mason sighed again and said:

"They are not afraid of harm, do not need supplies, and do not need to rest. I believe that as long as we can equip a tyrant army, we can completely sweep away all the zombie monsters in the world and occupy the world."

Seeing that Mason had put himself in a proper position, Leon did not hesitate and asked directly:

"Dr. Mason, since when did you lose contact with the Freemasons?"

Leon watched expressionlessly as Dr. Mason boasted and drooled. After he was exhausted, he asked calmly:

The old man seemed to think of the desperate days back then, and said indignantly:

"We saw that the resources within the institute were running low, the power system and food were running low, and soon we would not be able to supply all the researchers."

"Miss Tara, can you tell me about the situation here?"

"Without the resources and materials they provided, our research and development came to a complete halt."

"We have no other choice."

Roger sighed, looked up at the dark sky, and said:

"In fact, our Governor General, Ms. Milton, does not approve of us selling these coolies to your organization as dispatched workers."

"Everyone was in a panic and very scared. They were afraid that they would be trapped to death in the institute. I gradually couldn't give them any more orders."

"Of course not, Mr. President."

"I suspect they were also affected by the nuclear bomb, or even died in the explosion."

This is a good person who goes against the interests of his own class in order to help other survivors. Although he doesn't do much, Frank hopes that there are more people like him in the world.

"As a result, you can see that an old man like me, with neither fighting ability nor experience in surviving in the wild, struggled hard in this dangerous world for several months, and in the end, I was captured by those bastards of the so-called Savior Army."

This also resulted in the large army moving very slowly, and having to stop and rest from time to time.

"I was not someone they had trained since childhood, and I did not really gain their trust. What they needed was only my research and development talent."

"It is also the remaining kindness and principles in my heart."

Noticing the way Colonel Frank was looking at the laborers, Rogert smiled awkwardly and said:

"Colonel Frank, in fact, it's not that our federation doesn't care about the living conditions of the lower classes."

"She believes that this will not only boost the power of other forces, but also deepen the contradictions in our federal system and weaken the population of our federation, which will do more harm than good."

"Without the control of the combat chip, these mutant life forms cannot be put to use at all."

Hearing these two questions, Dr. Mason seemed to be stuck. He was silent for more than ten seconds, and then said angrily:

"As long as I know, I will tell you without reservation."

Frank didn't have a very good impression of them, especially when he saw the more than 2,000 survivors who were being escorted by the federal army rather than being sent to each other as hard labor, his heart was filled with contempt for this organization.

"They are truly powerful biological weapons, super soldiers. Not only are they extremely powerful, they have extremely strong vitality, are emotionless, and have no fear. They can also use all kinds of weapons that humans can use, adapt to a variety of combat environments, and have amazing destructive power."

"Moreover, the conditions for manufacturing them are not particularly difficult, and they can be produced in large quantities and on a large scale."

Leon nodded lightly, listening to Dr. Mason's story, thinking in his mind, and not completely believing what he said.

"For the remaining resources, they began to kill each other. They destroyed many equipment and instruments, and finally even released those half-finished biological and chemical weapons."

Old man Mason might have already prepared his answer in his mind. As soon as Leon asked the question, he quickly answered:

"Right after that massive global nuclear explosion, we lost contact with our North American branch in Mexico."

"It's just that after that strange fungus virus wreaked havoc, many machines became unusable, and many chemicals, fuel, and mineral resources were contaminated."

And because the Federation lacked livestock for transportation, the bulk commodities used for the trade had to be transported manpower-intensively by more than two thousand elderly, weak, women and children, pulling carts of various sizes.

"And the most important product of our institute is a humanoid biological weapon called Tyrant."

"Do you know the exact location of the North American branch of the Freemasons, Doctor?"

"For self-protection, I brought them back to the institute."

When this question was mentioned, the expression on Dr. Mason's face became visibly excited, and he was obviously quite proud of his research results.

"Please don't hesitate to ask."

When the woman noticed that she had woken up, she raised her hand, signaling her not to panic, and said:

"Don't worry, Shirley. The doctor has removed the toxins from your body and bandaged your wounds."

However, it can be seen that this old man really wants to submit to the Human League.

Lyon nodded, and after thinking for a few seconds, he did not ask any more questions about Freemasonry, but turned the question to Dr. Mason's main business.

Meanwhile, at the Human Alliance base, Shirley, who was bitten by a mutant mosquito, has woken up from her coma.

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When facing Leon, this short, wretched-looking old man, although he behaved politely in every move, his shabby clothes and face full of stains did not reflect his gentlemanly character, but instead made him look very funny.

"What kind of accident happened in the institute?"

"Five years ago, we completed the transformation and research and development of life forms and created five semi-finished biological weapons: Tyrant, Licker, Furious Hound, Bloodsucking Worm, and Plague Crow Swarm."

The woman in police uniform with a good figure scratched her face and answered with some embarrassment:

Dr. Mason said to Lyon very sincerely:

"Mr. President, I will not say anything high-sounding."

"My talents and intelligence can all be used by you. I just hope that in the last stage of my life, I won't be like a rat, hiding here and there, sleeping in the open air, and living a miserable life."

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