The sky seemed to be changing.

The noisy wind brings coolness.

The accumulated clouds cast shadows.

The news spread rapidly in the entire Fujita as if it had grown wings.

People were panic everywhere in the fields.

The farmers gathered in groups of three or five, and were talking.

"What the hell is wrong?"

"I heard that the well was poisoned? Don't drink water first!"

"The White Team is already dealing with it."

"Oh oh oh, that's good. Team White is dealing with it, so there will be no problem."

"There won't be a big deal. How powerful is the White Team."

...

In the greenhouse, the farmers were silent.

Outside the greenhouse, the guards dared not speak.

White Latte stood in the wind, with his hands behind his back, thinking quietly.

Twelve farmers were found.

All confessions were asked.

The time for the twelve farmers to be broken into their homes is different.

In other words, there is probably only one enemy, one after another, and one after another.

According to the farmers, the enemy's ability is to inject potions.

Some drugs cannot tell lies after being injected, which is similar to the true spitting agent.

Some drugs will enter a coma and feel drowsy after being injected.

Anyway, it's an unseen profession.

A carriage rushed over and stopped in front of the greenhouse.

The director of the medical department got out of the car with four doctors.

The white latte came forward and gave a few greetings to quickly explain the situation.

“…Anyway, there are seven wells that have been poisoned and I will take you there later.

"I don't understand this, I'll ask you to deal with it.

"The connection of groundwater, the toxicity of well water, whether it affects irrigation, and those who have already drunk it... will bother you.

"I will leave you twenty guards."

The director agreed immediately.

Sister Ma, the new arrival in the administrative department, also heard the news and brought people to come.

Bai Latte walked forward and exchanged a few simple greetings.

“…Sister Ma, I’m going to bother you too.

“Today’s farm work is all suspended.

"Please organize the big peasant brothers to go to the cafeteria first."

Sister Ma nodded quickly.

Bai Latte turned around, looked at the square formation formed by the guardian, looked at Zhao Xueqing, holding a spear in his back hand.

"Thank you all today.

"Let's go!"

...

Farmer's dormitory.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was leisurely lying beside the bed.

Looking at the dozen or so children in the bed and a dozen unconscious children, he was quite envious.

"It's also idle, so why not just make some money?"

Glass fingers, long needles stick out from fingertips.

"First, let's make some blood in the heart and make hyperactivity potion."

I chose a little fat man and stabbed the needle into my chest. Suddenly, the blood in my heart was pulled out and pulled into his glass fingers.

As the blood pumped more and more, the fat man's face became paler and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Zhang Xiaoqiang just pretended that he didn't see it.

After these blood in his heart enters his body, a series of reactions will occur, and finally synthesize the "hypertensive agent".

That's right, it's synthesized in his body!

Each of his body, liver, gallbladder, spleen, kidneys, etc., corresponds to a different synthetic environment.

In his body, the pituitary gland, gonads, pancreatic islets, thymus, etc., each corresponds to different catalysts.

His body is like a chemical factory.

His profession, name is, [Chemical Factory].

A few minutes later, the fat man who was drawn from the blood had started to slow down and weaken his breathing.

"Damn it? You won't die, right?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang smacked his lips.

"Anyway, I'm going to die, so why don't I just contribute some cerebrospinal fluid to me?"

He turned the fat man over.

Change a finger, a pillow, and pierce the fat man’s head.

"Come some cerebrospinal fluid and make a wakefulness potion."

While thrusting, he could feel a heat flow along his fingers, to his arms, through his torso, and to his waist.

"My profession is really amazing."

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but smiled.

As for the fat man under his command, his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and his body temperature was getting lower and lower.

Zhang Xiaoqiang curled his lips.

"A little brat is so fat?"

There is not so much food on the wasteland. Civilians will not be hungry, but they rarely see fat people.

"I guess he will love him so much if he can keep this fat?

"wrong!

"This little fat man doesn't seem to have a mother?

"Hahaha."

Zhang Xiaoqiang grinned.

He had no sympathy or compassion in his heart.

There is no hatred or hostility.

Facing this fat child, he could only have a faint joke.

Yes... Since he started practicing, as more and more humans were killed, his strength became stronger and stronger, but his emotions became weaker and weaker.

Until today, he has killed countless people, but he has become the [Chemical Factory] [Second Lieutenant].

But the joys and sorrows of mankind can no longer touch him and have nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps vaguely.

I got up and went to the window and saw a few farmers in coats downstairs. One of them was carrying a shoulder pole.

He didn't care.

When I went back to the bed, I saw another little girl.

"Extract some hormones from this girl."

...

Downstairs.
To be continued...