Suddenly, Kong Biao jumped up like a conditioned reflex from the chair, gasping violently like a wounded bull, turned around as fast as possible, staring at Lin Xiang standing behind him.

Evolved people also have the ability to think and perceive. Although the detection distance is very short, it is enough to find out the approaching outsiders.

"What are you doing here?"

Kong Biao instinctively lifted his pants, wiped a handful of sweat gathered on his chin, and asked coldly.

"Today is political study time, but these people didn't participate. I have to figure out where they are?"

Lin Xiang turned his body, looked at the girl huddled in the corner and shivered, then looked at the middle-aged prisoner tied to the target, and slowly frowned: "I am frank, you shouldn't seem to do this. I have read the files of these people. They are not death row prisoners who are guilty of serious crimes, but just mild political prisoners who are jointly and severally responsible."

A bright blood flashed across Kong Biao's face and said sarcastically: "The 73rd Labor Farm is not a new Beijing. Also, you have forgotten something very important, and I am the warden here."

From the time of submitting the letter of complaint, Kong Biao believed that he had broken up with Lin Xiang. No matter how the Political Supervision Commission dealt with this matter, there was no so-called cooperation between the warden and the deputy. Whether it was hostile or indifferent, in short, there was only one real discourse here.

"I have no intention of being an enemy of you. I just want to do what I should do."

Lin Xiang was not angry at all. He took out a pack of "Red Star" cigarettes from his pocket, tore open Fengkong and handed them over, and smiled and said, "Smoke a cigarette!"

This seemingly ordinary action made Kong Biao feel unbearable insults. The depths of Lin Xiang's clear eyes, which were obviously hidden with sarcastic ridicule. Especially the lieutenant colonel badge on his shoulders that was exactly the same as himself, gave him a kind of almost crazy anger. He could not drive away this terrible and irritable Kong Biao's eyes were covered with blood. The shame of not being able to penetrate the girl's body a few minutes ago was gradually filled with despair.

He didn't know if Lin Xiang had witnessed that extremely embarrassing scene with his own eyes. As a man, this is simply a scar that cannot be said and never could be placed in front of him. Physiological hidden dangers, coupled with the open struggle for power, were at a disadvantage. All this seemed like an invisible sharp sword. "There was an invisible cliff, and there was a bottomless cliff under his feet. He had to fight, roar, and regain everything he had lost from this damn guy.

The actual situation is not so bad. Lin Xiang did not notice whether the warden's genitals were firm or soft. As the imperial emperor, he had seen too many sexual, distorted, and favorite superiors in the process of conquering Sosbia, Ferdinand, and even the Black Prison Empire. He was unable to show any cruel torture methods used to deal with ordinary people. In fact, Lin Xiang did not even regard Kong Biao as his opponent. As he himself said, the reason why he came to the underground shooting range at this time was simply because these prisoners did not attend the study class on time.

Unfortunately, Kong Biao obviously doesn't think so.

Shame and anger are a sign of human thinking going crazy. In this state, it is difficult to control emotions, let alone so-called rationality. He "Girl" laughed wildly, as if Lin Xiang's explanation was the most absurd joke in the world. He pushed away the cigarette that was stretched out to the front, picked up the modified rifle placed next to him, aimed at the middle-aged man tied to the target in the distance, and pulled the trigger without saying anything.

The sound of gunfire and screams, and the sound of the head explosion sounded at the same time, and suddenly disappeared.

A huge sense of satisfaction instantly penetrated Kong Biao's whole body.

He threw down the gun in his hand, strode to a female prisoner standing next to the desk, stared at Lin Xiang with an extremely fanatical gaze, and said grimly: "Did you see it? I am the warden here, I have the final say." Looking at the man who was blinded by the crazy, Lin Xiang silently took back his hand holding the cigarette, took out a lit one, took a sip and licked the smell of tobacco left on his lips, with expressionless face and no words.

Kong Biao looked at him carefully and found that Lin Xiang's eyes were completely like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotional fluctuations. He was like a dead zombie, and even his light was closed, without any impact on him.

This seems to be a provocation.

At least, Kong Biao thought so.

Dare to ignore me," Kong Biao's eyes widened, and he looked at Lin Xiang's cold face in disbelief. The flames that had just burned deep in his heart were instantly extinguished by the ice water that was pouring down his head. He stood there for a moment, and suddenly roared and said, "I, I want to kill you all~"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the female prisoner closest to him and slammed his fists at the other party's head. The girl caught off guard had no chance to shout, and had already smashed her head by the violent and barbaric force. The thick white blood and red paste that was splashed out, dyeing the entire wall into a mottled painting.

Lin Xiang seemed to have seen nothing, still standing there, silently sucking the smoke between his fingers.

To him, Kong Biao posed no threat at all. It was like an ant roaring and demonstrating in front of a giant elephant, and would never attract attention.

The warden seemed to be completely immersed in the pleasure brought by tyranny. He tore his arms on the corpse with unsatisfactory intentions, pulled off muscle strips from his legs, tightened the ligaments, tied up the broken corpse, and threw them into the air. Then he suddenly swung his fist and smashed it hard like a baseball player for a few minutes. The tragic female prisoner was beyond recognition. The cement floor was covered with broken bones, mud-shaped minced meat, blood.

Standing in the center of a pool of bright red minced meat, he used his feet to push the feces out of the inside of the intestinal tube, and Kong Biao slowly calmed down. He bent down, picked up half of the blasted face of the female prisoner from the ground, raised his head and gently covered his face. Through the two ragged holes that should have been where the eyes were, he stared at Lin Xiang fiercely, and a strange smile that no one knew what the meaning was.

He took a sip of the cigarette that had already reached the end, let the cigarette butt fall down, lifted his feet and crushed it out. After moving the Fengji buckle, Lin Xiang looked at the warden who was covered with human skin and said lightly.

“Have you had enough fun?”

This sentence was so sudden that Kong Biao could not understand the meaning of it in a short period of time.

"If they have enough fun, they have to go back with me to attend the study class."

Lin Xiang straightened his military cap and said calmly.

Kong Biao's body completely became stiff. He stood there blankly, like a lifeless sculpture.

As long as you are not a fool, you can understand the meaning of Lin Xiang's words.

He didn't take himself seriously at all. He was not an opponent of the same level. His bloody and cruel murder seemed to him just a simple word "play" one by one.

Recovering from confusion, "Nearly ten minutes have passed. The gate of the underground shooting range is still closed." The female prisoner standing next to the desk is no longer disappearing like air, and there is also the black figure that is even more terrifying than the devil.

Kong Biao sank on the ground, his face turned pale again, and sweat kept oozing from his frivolous skin.

He only felt that he was chilling from the inside to the outside. Everything buried deep in his heart was seen through by Lin Xiang's clear black eyes. In front of that person, he could not resist at all, like a fish that fell into the net, "a powerless struggle."

Compared with Lin Xiang, Kong Biao does have the capital to be proud of.

Copying people is never as good as natural persons born from their mothers. Just as beggars always think they are happier than rich people. However, they ultimately need alms to live.

Whether it is concept or ideal, it will be crushed to pieces in the face of cruel reality.

As for Lin Xiang, he never thought of staying in the 73rd labor reform farm for ten years, twenty years or more.

Here, there are only stepping stones to advance.

Study classes are just a general term with vague concepts.

Lin Xiang never liked the long-form meetings of the old era, and even had an indescribable disgust for this. In his opinion, "In the name of the "conference", he listened to the 100,000-word speech that was composed entirely in formulaic language, and the eardrum was filled with weird accents, and even the air had an indelible smell of bad breath. All of this, except for destroying the health of the participants in disguise and wasting time and making the brain become insensitive, it would not have any effect on the problems arising in reality.

The political learning process of the 73th labor reform farm is much simpler than imagined. Of course, "the worship and admiration of great leaders are essential. In addition, the words and paragraphs specially selected from the "Leader Quotes" take only about ten minutes to call "Long Live". Most of the time, the actual work is carried out by the prisoners themselves under the surveillance of armed soldiers.

They have a lot to do.

Planting and grass and poplar euphratica are just the most common ones in all daily work.

Six new wells have been dug out near the underground river. With the location of the prison as the core, "Twenty newly built large water storage pools are laying on the stone level. If there is a drought, they are enough to maintain the normal consumption of the entire farm for more than one and a half years. As for the power required for construction and operation of various machinery, Lin Xiang has transferred a medium-sized wind power equipment from Xinjing through the application of the Political Supervision Committee.

With sufficient water sources and various construction machinery operated by soldiers, the farming area around the 73rd labor reform farm has exceeded 26 hectares in two months.

The sandy soil in the northwest region is not fertile. Take wheat as an example. Even if the improved varieties that have been preserved from the old era to the present, the yield per mu is only about 200 kilograms. This figure is about 35% different from the yield of the same crops grown indoors using soilless cultivation technology. Comprehensive various factors, "the main crops of newly reclaimed land around the farm are mostly huā, potatoes and other varieties that like drought and have extensive management. Conservative estimates are that once these things are harvested, the annual total output of the 73 labor farm will increase at least 30% on the existing basis.

Renovation is a long and difficult process.

The soil excavated from the underground is mixed with the surface sand and gravel, thus forming a new cultivation medium. However, the increasingly severe climate and the moving dunes make the improved soil rapidly desertify in a short period of time. According to deduction calculations, at most, only four harvest seasons are needed, and the farming area around the Seventh Three Farm will return to its original appearance. Although this place is not a medium- and severe radiation area that is threatened by rays, it still requires a series of cumbersome and complex deep digging, digging, and mixing.

As for grass and poplar euphratica, it is indeed possible to transform deserts, but the current population of the prison "has little impact on the transformation of surrounding areas" with little effect.

Lin Xiang still stubbornly sticks to his plan. Many things are two different attitudes. Moreover, there is no conflict between environmental transformation and grain production. If the seventy-three labor reform farm is the core, the poplar forest land and grass planting range are expanded by dozens of times, and the area is continuous for hundreds of kilometers. What kind of changes will the dozens of future changes? No one can tell whether the sand dunes will really disappear, and it is completely unpredictable.

Lin Xiang has always had a subtle attitude of being inexplicably stating about the Northwest.

He doesn't hate this place," and even has an indescribable closeness.

He did not want to use the means of treating Sosbia or Ferdinand to suppress the people here. He never thought of taking almost devastating exploitation. He really wanted to make this place a suitable place to live. From south to north, from east to west, the huge Asian continent in the old era had initially highlighted its outline. Although it was impossible to find familiar names of countries on the map, and no matter what, the land under his feet still existed. Who can absolutely guarantee that one day in the future, this world full of devastations and gloomy, filled with death radiation, and there will be no great emperor who ruled the world?

The business is to be able to climb higher now, to make more people full, and to save more energy in overall planning and construction in the future.

No one can see through what Lin Xiang is thinking in his mind. Layout and planning are a long process, and it can only be achieved in several years, decades, or even hundreds of years. Only a parasite, which has infinite vitality, can consider things that seem unremarkable on the surface, but actually contain too many hidden meanings.

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The night is "long" but it will still usher in the dawn.

Rate.

The atmosphere in the luxuriously decorated palace conference hall was dull. The military and political officials, led by Wang Biao and Blanche, sat on both sides of the strip-shaped long tables, forming two clearly divided camps.

Thirty-seven participants only accounted for one-third of the tabletops in the central part of the hall. Only senior officials of this level are eligible to participate in the meeting. The events discussed in it are all related to the operation and policy direction of the entire empire.

The meeting kicked off in a dull and depressing atmosphere.

Although there was no reference text related to the topic in advance like in previous meetings, all participants knew that there was actually only one emperor at the core of this meeting.

Lin Xiang promised to leave and would come back in half a year.

Now, seven months have passed.

At the end of the long strip table, the vacant golden throne is extremely dazzling.

During this period, the emperor's work on the formulation of various work was carried out in a stable and orderly manner.

The farming area of ​​the entire empire has doubled, and the annual growth rate of crop harvest exceeds 17%. With the precious metals collected as reserves, Longtengyuan has gradually become the third credit currency under the skeleton yuan and the red flag yuan in the eastern part of the mainland. The reorganization of each newly established legion was completed, and the mercenaries mainly composed of the "Holy Blood Angel" and the "Extreme Warrior" legion, the mission tentacles have begun to spread to the farther Central Asia. It is particularly worth mentioning that "is the "Saharan Lizard" and the Legion with Cang Cinema as the core. They used various machinery and equipment excavated in the ruins of the old era to establish two high-power tidal power stations, and even had a shipyard with production capacity. Although it was based on the abandoned dry dock, more than 86% of the equipment had not yet recovered, it could produce small ships suitable for sailing in inland rivers.

The biological research department headed by Rand Walker and Liu Yuchen has achieved remarkable results. Thanks to the large number of equipment transported from the City of Life, as of last week, the 6571 base has produced nearly 200,000 replicators. These products that are only the existence of primary protein life, "96% of the mothers have successfully conceived" in a few months, the first batch of natural persons will appear. Replicators with only sixteen months of vitality will also be recycled and become the material basis for the production of new mothers.

The eastern mines are fully operational, and ore production is increasing every month. Although the black fat man Salton, Salton, is cruel and ruthless, he is indeed very good at controlling slaves and how to squeeze labor. People die every day in the hellish mines, and the population captured from the surrounding areas is constantly providing new blood. Although the means are cruel, they are very effective.
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