The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 167 Dr. Mason and the Envoy

A few days later, everyone walked along the edge of the radiation zone and reunited with the federal caravan envoy without any danger.

This special envoy sent by the federation also had a relationship with Frank. He was a businessman named Rogert. He had made several transactions with the People's Federation. It is said that in the federation, he was an official responsible for managing material distribution and the like. .

Strange to say, in the Federation, they implemented a class classification system. They divided all survivors according to their past occupations. Elite occupations in the past society, such as lawyers, doctors, politicians, etc., were divided into Senior citizens enjoy better benefits and rights.

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

Although such a system attracts elite talents, it also makes class conflicts very serious in federal society.

According to the intelligence obtained by Lyon, there were even several armed rebellions within them because of this system, but they were all suppressed by force by the top federal officials who controlled the army.

However, even if these contradictions were forcibly suppressed, the people within the Federation gradually divided into two seriously opposed classes.

After the people from both 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 engaged in armed conflicts with other forces.

They have a large number of soldiers. Although they do not have powerful weapons such as aircraft 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 protect against bullets and guns, ordinary Zombies were unable to break through their defenses.

The special envoy named Roget is a pampered, middle-aged fat man who seems to have not experienced the apocalypse and behaves like an ordinary gentleman in a peaceful era.

Frank didn't have a very good impression of them, especially when he saw the more than 2000 survivors who were being escorted rather than transported by the federal army to work hard, he was filled with contempt for this organization.

These more than 2000 survivors are mainly old people, women and children. There are not many men in their prime. The clothes they wear are quite shabby. Most of them carry some personal belongings on their backs, and their faces show signs of chronic malnutrition. The disease is weak.

And because the federation lacks livestock for transportation, the bulk commodities used for trading this time are all relying on these more than 2000 old and weak women and children, dragging various types of carts, and relying on manpower to carry them.

This also caused the large troops to move very slowly, and they had to stop and rest from time to time.

Noticing the way Colonel Frank looked at those peons, Rogert smiled awkwardly and said:
"Colonel Frank, actually, it's not that our federation doesn't care about the living conditions of the people at the bottom."

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

"It's just that after the strange fungal virus spread, many machines were no longer usable, and many chemicals, fuel and mineral resources were contaminated."

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

"Coupled with increasing radiation contamination and soil erosion, it is becoming increasingly difficult to obtain food."

"We have no other choice."

Roget sighed, looked up at the dark sky, and said:
"Actually, our governor, Ms. Milton, does not approve of us selling these coolies to your organization as dispatched workers."

"She believes that this will not only increase 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."

"It's clear to our senior officials that Ms. Milton was right that this was not a good deal for the Commonwealth."

As he spoke, this middle-aged man with a bit of baldness turned his head, looked at Colonel Frank sincerely, and said:
"However, as a human survivor, I believe that only by handing them over to you, the Human League, can these poor people survive."

"This is a deal that I worked hard to broker and made a lot of efforts to reach within the federation."

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

Frank was silent for a few seconds, retracting his contempt for this gentleman.

This is a good man who goes against the interests of his own class and wants to help other survivors. Although he does not do much, Frank also hopes that there are more such people in the world.

The two sides have a combined team of nearly 3000 people. Even in the dangerous radiation zone, except for the zombies without intelligence, there are not many monsters who dare to provoke them.

And just as this huge team bypassed the center of the radiation zone and moved forward slowly, Jesus had already led his team members, together with Dwight, to escort the old man named Mason and headed toward the people as quickly as possible. Rush to the alliance base.

President Lyon is going to use professionals to extract information about Freemasonry and the mysterious institute from the old man.

Only in this way can corresponding countermeasures be arranged for the various biological and chemical weapons inside, and the research institute can be captured with the least loss.

………………

On the side of the People's Federation base, Shirley, who was bitten by a mutated mosquito, has also woken up from a coma.

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

The woman noticed that she had woken up, raised her hand to signal her not to panic, and said:
"Don't worry, Shirley, the doctor has already removed the toxins from your body and bandaged your wound."

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

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

Shirley turned her weak body and observed the surrounding environment with some uneasiness. After discovering that this was a clean and tidy hospital ward, she asked nervously:

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

The woman with a good figure and wearing a police uniform scratched her face and replied with some embarrassment:

"My name is Tara, and I am the police officer responsible for guarding you. This is the hospital of the United Human Community."

"As for who Dwight you are talking about, I have never heard of it."

Tara thought for a while and added:

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

"In order to pay for your treatment, he is now performing missions with our soldiers."

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

Seeing that the woman opposite had no ill intentions and that she was not bound by them, Shirley breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

But thinking about Dwight going on a mission with those so-called soldiers, he immediately became uneasy again.

Out of uneasiness about the unknown environment, she lay weakly on the bed, looked at the policewoman beside her, and said pleadingly:

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

"I'm worried about my husband."

Tara thought for a while, looked at Shirley's pitiful expression on the hospital bed, and did not refuse, and slowly told Shirley some information that the People's Federation organization could tell ordinary people, and finally, with comforting words The tone said:

"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 Mason, who claimed to be the research director, in his office. PhD.

"Dear President, hello, I am Mason Polisha, a senior researcher engaged in virus and biology research."

When facing Lyon, this small, wretched-looking old man, although he behaved politely and politely, his shabby clothes and stains on his face did not reflect his civilized gentleman. Very funny.

However, I can see that this old man really looks like he really wants to submit to the People's Federation.

Leon was very considerate and did not continue to ask. Instead, he arranged for someone to take Dr. Mason to the washroom of the Government Affairs Center and gave him a suit that fit him properly to help him regain his respectable appearance.

After waiting for nearly 20 minutes, Dr. Mason returned to Lyon's office wearing a clean and tidy suit.

He saluted Lyon very politely and said:

"Thank you for your help, Your Excellency, I haven't taken a hot bath for nearly three months, and I have almost forgotten what a civilized society looks like."

He coughed consciously and said with a sincere expression:
"I know you want to ask about the institutes and Freemasonry."

"Please don't hesitate, just ask."

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

Seeing that Mason had set his position upright, Leon didn't have too many polite words and asked directly:
"Dr. Mason, since when did you lose your connection with the Freemasons?"

Old man Mason may have already finished drafting in his mind. As soon as Leon asked the question, he quickly answered:
"Right after that massive global nuclear explosion, we lost contact with the North American division in Mexico."

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

Leon raised his eyebrows. He didn't know until today that the North American branch of Freemasonry was actually located in Mexico.

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

Dr. Mason shook his head, feeling a little regretful that he did not know this information and could not present it to his new boss. He licked his lips and said:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the President."

"I am not the person they trained since childhood, and I have not really gained their trust. All they need is my R&D talent."

"Every time I entered or exited their headquarters, I was blindfolded, searched, and put on a plane."

"I can only rely on my own experience to guess that it is Mexico, but I can't confirm their specific location."

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

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

"Especially because of their powerful vitality, they actually have to destroy more than half of the corpses to kill them."

“Is this your main product?”

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

"Of course not, Your Excellency the President."

"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, cannons and fortresses."

"And the most important product in our research institute is a humanoid biochemical weapon called Tyrant."

"They are truly powerful biochemical weapons, super soldiers. Not only are they powerful, extremely tenacious, emotionless and fearless, they can also use a variety 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 mass-produced in large quantities."

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

Leon watched expressionlessly as Dr. Mason boasted wildly and drooled all over the place. After his mouth went dry, he asked lightly:

"Has your product developed and matured?"

"What accident happened in the institute?"

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

"Five years ago, we completed the transformation and research and development of life forms, and produced five semi-finished biological and chemical weapons: the tyrant, the licker, the berserk hound, the blood-sucking worm, and the plague crows."

"As a result, when our experiment reached a critical stage and we started to develop combat chips, those bastards from the Freemasonry actually cut off contact with us."

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

"Without the control of the combat chip, these mutated life forms produced cannot be put into use at all."

The old man seemed to think of the years when the mountains and rivers were at an end, and said indignantly:
"We're watching the institute's resources dwindle, power systems and food, and soon it won't be able to supply all researchers."

"Everyone is panicked and scared. They are afraid that they will be trapped alive in the research institute. Gradually, I can no longer order them."

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

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

"As a last resort, I used the authority of the research director to completely close the door of the institute so that those terrifying monsters wouldn't come outside."

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

"As a result, you have also seen that an old man like me, who has neither combat effectiveness nor wilderness survival experience, struggled hard for several months in this dangerous world, and was finally killed by those so-called Salvation Army bastards. Captured.”

"In order to protect myself, I took them back to the institute."

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

Dr. Mason said to Lyon very sincerely:

"Your Majesty the President, I won't say anything high-sounding."

"My talents and information can be used by you. I just hope that in the last stage of my life, I will not be like a mouse, hiding here and there, sleeping in the open, living a miserable life."

(End of this chapter)