In Zion's reception room, the "Queen" is entertaining an important guest.

"I really didn't expect that you were the first to arrive." She said with some emotion, "I thought that some organizations that were eager to get rich would come first to negotiate with us."

"Kowloon City wants to make a fortune, too," said the woman with gorgeous double horns. "We never hide this."

“But now is not the time to get rich.”

"That's right, if you just want to make a fortune, you should wait a little longer, at least wait until each country and organization have a clearer trend."

"Then why are you here now?"

"Because we care more about morality than money." The woman looked at the "Queen" with a sincere look. "Some things are worth doing at all costs, that's all."

The "Queen" was unmoved. Over the years, she had seen too many people who said beautiful words.

"To be honest, you guys can't help much. The Kowloon City police are not strong at all, and you all need our help to train emergency response personnel."

Her words made the other party swear: "You are so poisonous. Are you really afraid of being beaten to death one day?"

"I'm afraid, but if I have to control my mouth because of this, I might as well be beaten to death."

After chuckling, the cold atmosphere finally warmed up a little.

"We have received news that the Slavic Empire may have to attack you." The double-horned woman advised, "Let Zion avoid it."

"Mobile cities cannot escape tanks and cannot be avoided."

"It's always better to have less trouble."

"No one of the troubles that should be made will be missing."

The "Queen" walked to the window and looked at the large groups of psychics outside who were working hard to practice, and sighed softly.

"Many people do not want us to recover. For them, the best psychic infected people should be brave, obedient, have low requirements for life, are simple in mind and are easily fooled... The most important thing is that they will die at the right time and cannot live forever."

Her voice was a little cold, and she exuded anger that was hard to hide: "For those people, we are just tools, and we can only be tools. Of course, tools should have a service period. When the service period comes, we should be scrapped."

The other party did not answer, just remained silent.

"Now, the tool wants to repair itself, to extend its service life, and to stop being used as the wishes of the 'master'. It is impossible to avoid causing trouble for such a tragic thing. Even if it is a little less trouble, it is impossible."

"You're too exaggerating..."

"I'm not exaggerating at all!" He interrupted the other party's persuasion fiercely, and the "Queen" waved his hand vigorously, "In fact, I'm already very polite!"

"For the rulers of this world, the value of our psychic infected people is nothing more than being consumables when we are alive, and being able to produce consumables when we die, which is a living ore, and that's all. They will not and cannot tolerate ore wanting to become humans."

Her voice gradually became deeper and a dangerous light appeared in her eyes.

"Some truths cannot be explained by language. After all, in this world, the most important truth is fist."

"The truth is not necessarily within the range of the cannon."

"There is no truth without cannons!"

The eyes of both sides were facing each other, and the green-haired woman's eyes were cold and cold, just like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, making it difficult to look directly at.

After a moment, the blue-haired woman sighed: "Okay, if you persist... can we help?"

The "Queen"'s eyes softened a little: "You can help us do some publicity."

"Just that's all?"

"Are you qualified to make a more important decision?"

“…I can apply.”

The Queen smiled sarcastically: "Apply? Who to apply? If the situation really develops as you and I guess, Kowloon City is not qualified to make a decision. Perhaps... Kowloon City must come forward together to make a decision."

“This is impossible.”

"Yes, we all know that it is impossible. Kyushu Union will never come forward. Unless the war burns to their doorstep, they will always express their opinions in words." The green-haired "Queen" sighed, "He had considered joining Kyushu Union at the beginning, but in the end he gave up... We Zion is the home of all psychics, and we will not be alone."

She returned to her seat and sat down again, showing an official expression: "In short, who do you want to meet, who you want to interview, what information do you want to collect... we will not stop it. But there is only one thing, don't disturb Mentor Xia's work."

"That mentor Xia, what exactly is he busy with?"

“He is doing the most important thing in the world—writing sacred books that can save the world.”

Pan Long, who was "doing the most important thing in the world" in his mouth, was actually sleeping.

These days, he has been studying and improving the textbooks for refining methods day and night, and even when he is sleeping, he is thinking and pondering in his dreams.

Although his body is stronger than steel, his spirit has obviously not yet become steel.

He can endure pain, but in the face of fatigue, his endurance is not that strong.

After a few days in a row, his spirit finally reached its limit. When he was discussing the textbook just now, he was lost and almost fell on the table.

Seeing that he was still holding on, Dr. Anhill finally couldn't help it. The rigorous and serious doctor of the lop-eared rabbit temporarily left and brought a bottle of refreshing drink when he came back.

Pan Long drank without any doubt and fell to the ground instantly.

"What did you give him?"

"A potion to calm the mind and help sleep," Anhill said.

He deliberately ignored the amount of the potion.

That was a dose that was enough to knock down a large group of people, or even directly poisoned to death.

Of course, this dose is not obtained randomly, but the conclusion drawn by the medical team operators after research and analysis.

Facts have proved that Zion's medical operators are indeed very talented and knowledgeable. That bottle of potion just put Pan Long in a dreamless sleep.

He lay on the ground and slept like thunder.

Everyone who compiled the textbooks together looked at him and sighed.

"Thank you for your hard work in Mentor Xia!"

"Yes, these days, we've watched him become haggard every day..."

"Let him have a good sleep, and the textbooks are not in a hurry for a day or two."

Everyone said that, leaving separately. The bodyguards brought the bedding. Seven or eight people raised their hands and feet. They tried their best to lift him up and put him on, and then covered him with a quilt.

Because today's work was over early, the editors received valuable leave. Some went to train, some went home to sleep, and some went to the tavern to pass the time.

A white-haired young man with flat head and round ears and fierce eyes came to the tavern. Perhaps he knew that his appearance was too fierce and would affect other people's enthusiasm for drinking. He sat alone in the corner, silently pouring himself.

But his alcohol tolerance was obviously not very good. After drinking for a while, he tilted his head and lay on the table.

No one came to disturb him. Their clan is famous for being irritable and no one dared to provoke him unless it was absolutely necessary.

No one knew that someone had quietly entered his dream.

"Flat, are you sure?"

"Yes, it has been confirmed. Teacher Xia's method can indeed effectively alleviate psychic infection, and even weaken the degree of psychic infection. The only thing that cannot be completely confirmed at present is whether it can completely eliminate psychic infection?"

"So, does he really bring hope to the infected people?"

"Yes, he did bring us new hope."

"I understand. You continue to concentrate on helping him write textbooks, and don't worry about anything else."

"Chief...what should we do?"

"What's the meaning?"

"If Zion can really use his power to heal all infected people, how should we "unify" yourself?"

“…Remember our slogan?”

"Unite all infected people and fight to the end with the world that persecutes us!"

"We were angry and fighting at the beginning, on the one hand, because we were persecuted, and on the other hand, we could not see hope. Now, we can see hope, so what do you think we should do?"

"……I have no idea."

"You know, do what you want to do."

"Then... leader, what about you?"

"We? Of course we do what we want to do."

In a large high-speed off-road fleet known for its speed, a silver-haired woman with gorgeous double horns opened her eyes.

"The news is confirmed." She said, "Comrades, cheer! Xia Ping'an's method can indeed treat psychic infection. Although it is not certain whether it can be cured for the time being, it can indeed relieve the condition and even improve the condition."

"After a long wait and despair, we finally waited for our hope. From today on, we infected people will no longer need to wait to die, we will no longer have to worry about dying in pain, let alone worry about going crazy, turning into monsters, or even blowing into pieces that will harm people."

Many people around cheered.

The silver-haired woman also smiled, but after laughing, her eyes became cold again: "But we all know that there is a group of people who will never allow us infected people to survive or even heal themselves."

"They want to oppress us, to harm us, to destroy all our hopes--that they did in the past, and now they are doing so, and in the future...if they have a future, they will do so."

She looked to the north, and a terrible murderous aura appeared in her eyes.

"So, I'm going to Slav to stop those people from making trouble for Mr. Xia, Zion, and all our infected people."

Her eyes swept across everyone: "This time, I probably can't come back after I go. So, except for the critically ill people, the rest are left behind - you go to Zion, the future and hope of our infected people are there."

After a while, several cars in the convoy turned south, but more cars remained in the previous direction, heading north.
Chapter completed!