Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

The first thing Robert did when he left the conference room was to spray himself with insect repellent perfume.

Although this mosquito has hardy characteristics, it has fortunately not lost its sense of smell.

The agent, who had undergone intensive surgery on the Foundation's human body, was still uneasy after making these preparations.

He changed into heavy winter clothes, put on warm gloves, covered his neck and the back of his head with a scarf, and put on a velvet hat.

Now, even if there is a damn mosquito, it can only bite his face.

Just then, a young soldier with a black suitcase knocked on his door.

He first handed a stack of papers to Robert:

"Sir, this is what you requested, geological exploration records, hydrological data, climate change data ......".

Then, I took out a few more file bags and introduced the contents of each:

"This is a research project carried out by 34 biological, chemical and medical laboratories in the region since the establishment of the Alliance. "

"This is all the information, except that the top-secret file is being re-examined by the Supreme Commander. "

Robert took the heavy paper and sighed inwardly.

Is even this archive shared with the Foundation...... What level of secret did the Foundation come up with this time in exchange for ......

Quietly clearing the cracks, Robert gave the soldier a standard military salute

"Thank you, soldier. "

"Smack!".

The soldier immediately closed his feet, tucked his abdomen, straightened his chest, raised his head, and returned a military salute.

Then, turn around and leave.

The moment the door was shut, Robert saw a column of smoke rise from the direction of the city.

The situation is getting worse.

"Time is running out......

".

The column of smoke was like a spike, piercing the false comfort.

Robert placed the papers on the table and pulled off the lamp.

The live broadcast screen also approached.

Documents of different levels of secrecy are stacked together like ordinary printouts.

The bright red word "confidential" alone has already made the audience's heartbeat start to accelerate.

"Terrain drawing, well, no...... The river is diverted, not ......".

Roberta picked up the reports and tossed them aside.

He first reads the headlines and removes the reports that are not problematic at first glance.

Then there's a cursory skimming to filter out those that might be problematic.

In less than half an hour, Robert's gaze froze.

He thought he had found that answer.

It was a geological exploration report.

Not long ago, a scientific expedition team came to a nearby glacier to sample the ice there.

The report claims that they have discovered a never-before-seen protein crystal and lists various physiological changes that occur when local rats are injected with the protein.

The rats first developed a high fever and severe chills, and then went into a severe coma.

As for the way these rats are handled, it is even more simple and crude.

They simply broke their cervical vertebrae and threw them in the trash can they carried with them.

But the next day, the mice were gone, and they guessed that an owl or ferret had taken advantage of the opportunity to take them away.

At the end of the report, they mentioned that they would further study this particular protein crystal with the help of the university's electron microscope.

Robert's eyes twitched quickly, and he scanned the entire report as quickly as he could.

The muscles on his face stiffened

"Oh, fu......".

Should he throw this researcher into a zombie cage?

Or should I praise him for being so lucky that he wasn't attacked by zombie rats?

Robert felt his blood pressure suddenly rise a lot.

He immediately called in the guards and handed him the document.

It wasn't long before he was told that a group of soldiers would soon be traveling with him to the university.

On the other side of the glacier, there will be a team of C-class researchers to deal with it.

Robert took his gear, a rifle and a spare magazine, and headed for the meeting place.

The night in the snow country is red.

One tank is responsible for opening the road, and one tracked vehicle is responsible for loading the operatives.

Not long after they left.

"Toot-tot-tot-".

The whistle blew.

Hundreds of soldiers rushed out of the barracks, picked up steel guns, and drove towards the city with more than a dozen tanks.

There, two more pillars of smoke rose.

It didn't take long for the poignant air raid sirens to sound.

This night is destined to be no longer peaceful.

......

Xianzhou "Luofu", a teahouse.

In normal times, now should be the time for tea drinkers to listen to the story.

However, since the Foundation's live broadcast, the teahouse has temporarily changed its door, and Mr. Storyteller has become a commentator.

Qingque finally waited for the end of work, found a teahouse with vacant seats, and exchanged cards with a few card friends.

However, one of them was unhappy with the fact that there were Foundation livestreams everywhere.

The fox man, holding a teacup, complained

"I don't have any interest in the Foundation and the monsters in containment, I just want to chat with the beautiful fox fairy online. "

When another fox man next to him heard this, his eyes lit up, and the gloom of losing cards was swept away.

He looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to the table, so he whispered:

"Why, you also like Miss Daiqing?".

"Eh, I don't usually see it, but I didn't expect you to be the same thing!".

"yes, yes!".

“......"

Qingque glanced at the two of them, and continued to hold the teacup, like an old cadre, basking in the sun, drinking tea, watching TV, and listening to the radio.

At this moment, a voice that seemed to come from the extremely cold hell sounded faintly behind her:

"Tea, sparrow. "

A chill rises from the soles of the feet and down the spine to the top of the head.

Qingque stood up for a moment, and suddenly remembered that it was time to get off work, so he relaxed a little and turned around.

That's a pink-haired Lori.,Although it's very old.,But it's not proportional to the figure.、Height is completely disproportionate.。

The blue finch forcibly pulled a smile on her face:

"Master Fu Xuan, good afternoon. "

Fu Xuan didn't feel embarrassed for Qingque, looking at this subordinate who was sitting and drinking tea:

"You will look in the library tomorrow to see if there is anything similar to the zombie virus in the history of Xianzhou. "

"Even the legends related to it were found. "

"Don't be a weird novel. "

Qingque replied again and again, nodding his head as if he was sifting chaff:

"Okay!OK!".

But then she saw a scene of cardiopulmonary arrest

Fu Xuan found a wooden stool, sat down nearby, ordered a cup of good tea, and listened to the storyteller comment on the film.

"It's a pretty new format. "

Fu Xuan commented.

The days on the fairy boat are rare to change for thousands of years.

Now there is an old antique that suddenly appeared and is willing to tell some stories, which is convenient for Xianzhou people to pass the time.

The storyteller pointed to Robert in the picture and continued:

"Look, this man's name is Xiao Shuai, and he is infiltrating the college campus with a team of soldiers at this time...... ".

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