The power of industrialization completely exploded.
Once the McCanns come to a life-and-death crisis, especially when the consortium finds itself facing a life-and-death crisis, the movement of power can be jaw-dropping.
In just half a month, a sea shelter composed of countless scrap ships, second-hand ships, and even new ships was formed.
It covers an area of at least hundreds of square kilometers.
A giant ship of 10,000 tons is 90 meters long and 20 meters wide, taking the maximum area of 2,000 square meters.
This maritime refuge would require at least 50,000 10,000-ton ships.
However, there are not so many giant ships of 10,000 tons in the world that are included in the statistics.
This shows how strong the adaptability can be when faced with the threat of death.
Planes one after another, carrying professionals, service personnel, and wealthy people, landed in this shelter.
Ship after ship, carrying various supplies and fuel, was transported to the temporary port of the shelter.
Every time you get close, you must go through nine layers of inspection and disinfection to ensure that not a single spore enters.
Spores don't have any extraordinary powers; in fact, they are fragile and easily detected.
As long as a full-body c-scan is performed, you can find out whether there are spores inside the human body or living things.
After discovery, only by pouring heavy metals or other drugs into it can it be killed.
The real difficulty is to deal with the spores that have already parasitized in the brain. In this case, the only option is to remove them.
After all, heavy metals are too harmful to the brain.
A plane landed and a group of people got off.
They are all young people, all dressed in high-end fashion, with confidence and pride on their faces.
However, when faced with the swarming investigation teams, they were very cooperative, and no one dared to say that they did not need this kind of service.
Because behind them were groups of fully armed biochemical soldiers.
"There is something abnormal inside this person!"
"I just had heart surgery," one young man argued.
"take away!"
"No, don't send me back, I can undergo further examination." The young man struggled.
However, what greeted him the next moment was just a bullet.
A bullet hole appeared on his forehead, and the man died with his eyes wide open.
Others were silent, and all the things they were usually proud of were gone.
They were soon caught on another ship.
The ship has no pilot, everything is on autopilot and will sail to a fixed location.
Everyone stood behind the railing on the ship's deck, looking longingly at the dilapidated and old shelter.
At this time, in the hearts of these people who were once pampered, that place was paradise.
"They can't treat us like this! We paid for it!" A woman finally couldn't help it.
In order to enter the shelter, she had been suppressing all her emotions.
However, at this moment, she was obviously being exiled. How could she endure it?
"There is no way, Heina, this is a doomsday crisis. No one will care about our previous status and wealth. The money is just a pile of waste paper. They are used to fool the workers into working and to defraud materials.
." Another middle-aged man sighed.
A person like him can see through everything.
Although he is also a member of the upper class, when the crisis comes, after excluding the lower class, the upper class itself will split into upper, middle and lower classes.
"Then what should we do? There is no one on the boat, we are completely abandoned! It's all the fault of the dead Hans, who insisted on picking up the girl halfway. Now, he is finished, and we were expelled as well.
!" Hina yelled in pain.
Others looked at her calmly.
This made Hina a little surprised.
Ordinarily, these friends should be as abusive as me.
Although they are usually well-mannered, that's just normal times.
Could it be?
A terrible guess emerged in Hina's mind.
"It seems that you are right. Yes, we have been infected, but fortunately, the fungus that infected us is a group of moderates who can communicate. Everyone has reached an agreement that we will do ten more math problems every day to prepare for the disease.
They provide additional nerve impulse energy, and they help us optimize the body, including eliminating fat, removing toxins, and driving away the ecological niche of germs..." the middle-aged man said seriously.
"What kind of bullshit condition is this? I don't want to do any of it." Hina yelled.
Then two women came forward and lifted her up, while two men grabbed her legs and put her upside down into the sea water.
"Do you want to do it now?" the middle-aged man asked seriously.
Everyone else looked at Hina who was standing upside down in the water.
The only answers he heard were "Gudu" and "Gudu".
"You are such a tenacious woman. I am impressed by you."
"Is there anything difficult about doing math problems with the motivation of wanting to breathe fresh air?"
"Why don't you agree yet?"
After three attempts, there was still no answer.
"Sure enough, we still underestimate human will." Someone suddenly said.
"sharp."
"A pampered woman has such willpower. It is too difficult to conquer humans."
"Our approach is the right one. Only symbiosis is the way out. In this way, we can soften them and let them fight themselves."
While several people were discussing, Hina finally bent and stretched her body and raised her head out of the water with great perseverance.
"I promise! A hundred will do!"
"..."
Everyone fell silent.
"Okay, then one hundred." The middle-aged man nodded, "Pull her up."
Several people pulled the henna up, and then someone put a drop of blood under her nose.
Not long after, Hina's eyes showed a trace of confusion, and then a trace of determination.
"Human beings will not coexist with us. They have wiped out many species and will definitely wipe out us. We must break into them and wipe out the resisters," Hina said.
"But they have the most complete resistance measures, and the force we have is still lacking."
"Then take your time. Once we occupy the land, restore the production line, and occupy the largest labor force, will they have anywhere to escape?"
Everyone nodded, and then someone started to go in and control the ship.
…………
"We are bound to lose this battle," a staff officer said pessimistically in a command post in the sea shelter, "because we cannot save most people. The spores will use these people to build a military industry, and finally...
Attack us."
"In this case, let's reduce everyone's labor force to the same level. They can infect animals and plants, but infecting animals and plants does not have the production capabilities of humans. They only have the capabilities of animals and plants themselves, which at most can only mean talking."
Someone said.
Everyone understood what he meant, this was the final battle.
"It's useless. We have made estimates a long time ago. The biggest threat to the so-called final battle is to destroy high-value targets, but at most it will destroy 50-70% of all mankind. If you are not lucky, it will only be 20-30%, far away.
The theoretical destruction effect cannot be achieved. Nuclear winter does not exist, and it will recover in two years."
Everyone fell silent.
If I had known this would happen, I would have made ten thousand more.
Who could have imagined that there would be today's results?
