Chapter 500: Three Hundred Thousand People Back to Zero!

The living martial arts master in Base No. 1 is named Jiro Itada, and everything around him makes him tremble.

There were originally 1,500 people in Base No. 1, but now he was the only one left. What was even more frightening was that a plague had broken out there.

He is a martial arts master and his resistance is much stronger than ordinary people, but he is also afraid of the plague in a confined space.

"I will survive, I will definitely survive!"

Jiro Itada found a gas mask and put it on, but it's hard to say how effective this thing is now.

The virus must have entered his body long ago.

"Lin, where are you?"

Jiro Itada went to the communication room and shouted with a microphone, and his voice rang outside the security base.

"Who is it? What are you doing?"

"Others are still sleeping so early in the morning."

Lin Tian heard the sound and appeared in front of a camera, and Itada Jiro could hear his voice.

"Lin, aren't you very powerful? Come in, I want to see what you can do!"

Jiro Itada snapped.

Lin Tian said in surprise: "Sir, your voice sounds a little wrong. It seems to be separated by a layer. Are you talking while wearing a gas mask?"

"It doesn't smell very good inside, does it?"

There are so many people, even if not one of them dies, their feces and urine are all in it, plus the smell of sweat, etc., the smell will not get better!

Coupled with the smell of the dead body, it makes me feel sour just thinking about it.

Itada Jiro said with a cruel smile: "But I'm still alive! If you want to destroy us all, it's just a dream, hahaha!"

Lin Tian's heart moved. The other party did not say how many of them were alive. It was estimated that there must be very few alive.

"Grandson, tell me your name!"

Lin Tian said calmly.

Itada Jiro shouted: "Listen up, Lin. My name is Itada Jiro. I only have two days left. Use whatever skills you have left!"

Lin Tian said with a half-smile: "Ita, your voice sounds a bit harsh. If my guess is correct, there are not many living people inside, right?"

"There's a plague?"

Fifteen hundred people were inside, many died, and the temperature was high. It was very normal for a plague to occur in such an environment.

Itada Jiro gritted his teeth: "But I am still alive, and I will definitely be able to survive the last two days!"

Lin Tian said with a smile: "You are the only one alive? Yamamoto Morinobu is already dead, right? If he is still alive, he, the general, should be the one to contact us."

"snort!"

Itada Jiro snorted coldly, "There are only two days left. If you have any means, Lin, feel free to use it."

After speaking, Itada Jiro ended the communication.

He was panting heavily.

He felt fine during the communication, but when the communication ended, he was left alone in the eerily quiet security base, and his heart went crazy.

"With my strength, there should be no problem in summoning Jiro Itada."

Lin Tian murmured in his heart.

He has god-level summoning skills!

Although Itada Jiro is a martial arts master, the distance is very close. He thought it would be possible to summon Itada Jiro.

However, Lin Tian did not summon him immediately.

Let Jiro Itada continue to enjoy.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Within the secure base, Itada Jiro lives in fear.

About ten hours later, Itada Jiro was hungry and very thirsty, and his throat seemed to be smoking.

"Gulu——"

Itada Jiro's stomach growled desperately.

As a warrior, he has better physique and stronger endurance, but the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is thin, so he needs to eat a lot of food to provide these.

Usually his appetite is two or three times that of the average person.

He is more prone to hunger than ordinary people and feels more uncomfortable when he is hungry.

"Hold it, hold it."

"Just another forty hours."

Itada Jiro secretly thought.

He tried his best to endure it, but he could bear the hunger, but the lack of water was too uncomfortable. The temperature here was now close to forty degrees.

After a few more hours, Itada Jiro couldn't bear it anymore.

"I'm a martial arts master. I should be able to resist. If I couldn't resist, I should be dead."

Itada Jiro secretly thought.

He took off his gas mask, then ate a lot and drank a large bottle of water in the shortest possible time.

"Comfortable."

Itada Jiro hurriedly put on the gas mask again after eating, but how effective would this thing be?

Another ten hours passed.

"No, no-"

Jiro Itada found many blisters on his hands. He lifted up his clothes and found some blisters on his body.

Itada Jiro quickly went to look in the mirror, and through the gas mask, he saw that he also had blisters on his face.

"how so?"

"I am a martial arts master, how could I be infected?"

Itada Jiro's face was extremely ugly.

Originally, he could still hold on with his strength, but when he took off his gas mask and ate, the number of viruses in his body increased sharply.

Itada Jiro injected himself with antibiotics and practiced with all his strength to try to suppress the virus in his body, but as time went by he had more blisters.

And he became extremely itchy.

Itada Jiro tried scratching, but the skin was scratched easily, and the scratched area became more itchy.

"It's over, I'm dead."

"No, even if I die, I have to take Lin with me!"

Itada Jiro's eyes flashed with cold light.

He was going to open the door to let the virus spread out, so Grandmaster Lin might also be infected with the virus.

As for whether the virus will affect other people, he doesn't care at all!

"Lin, are you still here?"

"It's only been a little over a day, I'm still alive, haha!"

Itada Jiro's hoarse voice sounded outside.

"Itada, your voice is a little wrong."

Lin Tian heard that his voice was very different from before, and it was very likely that Jiro Itada had a sore throat.

"It's just a little hoarse because I didn't drink water."

"Lin, you can't do this. Aren't you awesome? You haven't come in for so long."

"Come and kill me if you dare, hahaha!"

Itada Jiro challenged.

It would be best if Master Lin entered the safe base.

Lin Tian's eyes showed a strange color. It's very likely that Jiro Itada was infected. Although he was a martial arts master, the environment inside was bad, and the plague must be very terrible.

It should be no problem for the martial arts master to resist. The martial arts master is still a little weak in such an environment.

"Want to see me? Satisfy you!"

Lin Tian said in a calm voice.

After he finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

Itada Jiro's eyes lit up. Could it be that Master Lin was going to come in? If that's the case, he wouldn't rush out immediately.

Lin Tian arrived in a room.

He sealed the whole room tightly.

"Summon!"

Lin Tian used the god-level summoning skill, and two or three seconds later, Jiro Itada in Bunker No. 1 appeared in front of him.

"You, you——"

Jiro Itada couldn't believe it.

He tore off the gas mask he was wearing.

"Tsk tsk, Itada, you look a bit miserable."

Lin Tian said in surprise.

Jiro Itada's face, forehead, and neck were covered with blisters, which looked scary.

"You actually let me out!"

"You deliberately let me suffer in there!" Jiro Itada stared at Lin Tian and gritted his teeth.

"What else do you think?"

Lin Tian smiled lightly.

There was a strange light in his eyes, and Jiro Itada was hypnotized by him: "Itada, are the rest of the people inside dead?"

"Yes." Jiro Itada said woodenly.

Lin Tian was relieved, and Itada regained consciousness.

"Lin, let's die together!" Itada Jiro rushed towards Lin Tian. But he was blocked by Lin Tian's body-protecting Qi when he was half a meter away from Lin Tian. "Itada, you are in pain, let me help you get rid of it." Lin Tian smiled faintly. As he spoke, a bottle of gasoline appeared in his hand, and the gasoline poured on Itada Jiro. "Baka!" Itada Jiro roared. The next second his body was shrouded in flames. "Ah!!"