22: Chapter 22 Mind Control Ability

“Alright!”

Seeing that everyone didn't react, Oriental Chen shook his head helplessly and could only get straight to the point. He said, “Come, Luoer, show everyone!”

Luoer nodded, extended her hand, and a pen on the desk seemed to be pulled by some force, directly floating up and quietly staying in mid-air.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

“What the heck! What’s going on? Is it a special ability?”

Everyone stood up, staring intently at the pen. Someone reached out and waved their hand below the pen, then above the pen.

There was no support, no string, nothing at all, yet the pen strangely floated there.

He called it: Mental Control Ability.

This was also what Luoer had discovered during this period under Oriental Chen's guidance.

The abilities of a Mutant could only be discovered by oneself; others were powerless to help. There was no other way; only one's self knew one's own situation best.

After a while, Luoer felt a bit dizzy and stopped controlling it, and the pen instantly dropped onto the desk.

Everyone remained in shock for a long time, completely disregarding that Luoer had only maintained it for such a short period.

Oriental Chen also did not continue speaking, allowing everyone to continue processing.

Even Oriental Chen was envious of this ability.

“It's no exaggeration to say that the future battles against zombies belong to the Mutants. The role we ordinary people can play in combat is extremely limited.”

“We have guns and cannons; we can still fight!” Ling Zhenhai said, unconvinced.

“Brother Ling, think about it, what are those zombies?” Oriental Chen asked.

Brother Ling was stunned, not knowing what Oriental Chen meant.

“Zombies are the product of humans infected with the virus. To put it plainly, the battle with zombies is essentially a battle between humans, and this is a heavy burden that we cannot bear. This doesn't even include other biological types of zombies. Letting ordinary soldiers without resistance fight will lead to more and more people being infected and turning into zombies. The enemy will grow in numbers, while we will diminish. Even if the zombies are eventually eliminated, how many survivors will there be?”

Oriental Chen patted Ling Zhenhai's shoulder and said,

“But Brother Ling, you don't have to worry, and neither does everyone else. There will be a time for everyone to gallop on the battlefield, but it's not now. This is also the other important news I'm bringing to you today.”

At this point, everyone put away their disappointed looks and looked up at Oriental Chen.

“Before long, we will have our own research center. Once the research center is established, it will prioritize the development of antigen agents. As long as the antigen agent is injected, it can not only prevent viral infection but also ensure that the recipient becomes a Mutant one hundred percent.”

“Really?” Brother Zhang stood up abruptly.

All of Brother Zhang's comrades and Luoer's brother, Shen Wengang, also stood up almost simultaneously.

If this was true, then what did they have to fear?

“Everyone, don't rush. This is part of the base's future plan.”

Oriental Chen motioned for everyone to sit down and continued, “The road ahead is still long, and many difficulties await us. The reason I'm revealing so much information today is to put your minds at ease. I hope everyone understands that our hiding here is not passively waiting for death, but rather preserving our strength and slowly accumulating power.”

“Yes, Boss!”

Everyone stood up and answered in unison.

The content Oriental Chen revealed today indeed contained a lot of information. Moreover, many things were inconceivable and difficult to understand.

Except for Luoer becoming a Mutant, which everyone barely accepted due to her immediate display of her ability.

As for other matters, it was unrealistic to expect everyone to fully believe them.

However, at the very least, it achieved the goal of unifying their thoughts. This effect was sufficient.

As long as the concrete evidence was presented, all their doubts would naturally be dispelled.

...

The four people who left the underground base walked west along the outer ring road, which was a main thoroughfare leading out of Binjiang City.

“Qiu She, how many kilometers is it from here to Qinghe Ridge?” the person walking behind asked.

“Brother Deng, it's about 50 kilometers,” Qiu She, who was walking in front, replied.

“50 kilometers. It will take us at least 14 hours to walk. We won't arrive until late at night,” Deng Wen said.

“Yes! It's said that zombies roam around at night, so traveling at night is very dangerous,” Qiu She said.

“Then what should we do?” another person asked.

“Director Xue, don't worry. Let's walk a bit further and see if the road ahead improves. If it's clear, we'll find a car, and we'll get there quickly by driving,” Qiu She replied.

“Sigh, I hope so,” Director Xue replied dejectedly. The weather was too hot, and after walking for so long, he was already a bit exhausted.

“Help! Is anyone there? Help!”

Suddenly, they heard a woman's cries.

The few of them didn't think much and hurried forward.

They saw a scantily clad, sexy Sister tied with her hands behind her back to a guardrail by the roadside.

The Sister, seeing people running towards her, called out in a panic:

“Please, sirs, please help me.”

Her voice was incredibly delicate, and coupled with her pitiful expression, the few men's eyes immediately widened at the sight, and they all swallowed their saliva.

Seeing the few men frozen there, the woman chuckled. She straightened up, untied the ropes, crossed her arms, and stood there quietly watching.

“What's going on?”

The few men were stunned.

“Oh no, we've been tricked.”

At this moment, the few men finally reacted.

Gone was their lecherous gaze; now their faces were filled with terror, and the few men slowly retreated.

But they hadn't retreated many steps before they were stopped from behind with something pressed against their waists.

Just like that, the few men were captured.

An isolated small courtyard in the suburbs.

“Big Sister! Please spare me!” a man begged for mercy.

“Some people are just so clueless, they deserve to be unlucky. Hmm!” The beautiful woman said indifferently, then gestured to her subordinate next to her.

The subordinate drew his knife and dragged the begging man by the collar, walking him out.

If he called the beautiful woman “Big Sister,” then dying was just dying.

The remaining three trembled with fear, and the oldest, Director Xue Miaoshuang, directly wet his pants.

The beautiful boss pinched her nose in disgust and asked with a frown:

“Tell me, who are you? Where are you from?”

“We are doctors, from Binjiang Park,” Deng Wen replied.

Xue Miaoshuang and Deng She also nodded hurriedly.

“Doctors? Binjiang Park?”

The beautiful boss didn't believe them. Residents had evacuated the West District a long time ago. It was usually hard to see anyone here; how could a few cowards have the ability to survive there for so long?

“Yes, yes, yes!” Deng Wen quickly responded.

“You don't want to live, do you? Trying to fool me with such nonsense! Even if Binjiang Park is relatively empty, you don't have the ability to have survived until now,” the beautiful boss threatened.

“What the boss says is right, we don't have that ability. But someone does,” Deng Wen continued.

Immediately, the three of them, one after another, told the beautiful boss everything they had seen and heard at the base.

And the beautiful boss grew more and more astonished as she listened. Could such a place actually exist in the West District?

More than half an hour later...

“Given your sincere attitude, I'll spare your lives. From now on, you'll stay here with us, treating people and bandaging wounds,” the beautiful boss said.

“Okay, okay!” The few men were almost crying, but they had to force a smile and agree.

They regretted it deeply! They had rejected the days of having food and drink at the base, only to run here to be subordinates and get beaten.

“Sister Yan, can we believe what these people said?”

After the few men were led away, a subordinate walked over and asked.

The beautiful boss, Yan Fangfang, had lost her earlier charm. She frowned and thought for a while, then said, “It sounds a bit far-fetched, but what the few of them said was perfectly consistent; it doesn't sound fake.”

“Then why don't we go there and take over the base?”

The subordinate asked.

The beautiful boss, Yan Fangfang, gave him a sidelong glance and cursed, “Are you out of your mind? Don't you think about it? Someone who could build such a large underground base and store so many supplies before the virus outbreak—could the boss behind it be an ordinary person?”