"Your surname is Zhou, the Rong in the military code is not the Rong in the Huang Rong sister."
"We have been staying in this unfortunate T city for more than half a month, and we haven't received a penny of field subsidies. We are also running out of bullets and food. In this chaotic situation, even filling up the gas tank is like stealing."
"How did this virus break out? Was it a mutant of the rabies virus, or was it a cruel genetic tactic implemented by American imperialism and Western powers against my country? A few days ago, my friends and I were watching the news broadcast, but last night, even the TV signal and shortwave broadcast were gone. It's a pity that I have been following "The People's Urban Management Team" and "The People's Broadcasting Bureau" for more than half a year. But the most regrettable thing is..."
Ethan Zhou lit the cigarette with a click, took a deep puff, and looked back to see the team members trembling with fear. The side windows of the carriage were wide open, and the wind was blowing in.
"Gone...Gone," said a younger brother, "Just climbed out of the car window..."
"When did you leave?"
"During the news broadcast."
Ethan Zhou was silent for a moment, and said with some regret: "What a pity, I was just about to recommend him the eighth season of "People's Development and Reform Commission"."
·
The zombie tide was led to the southeast, and now there were only a dozen zombies wandering on the street. The young man rolled over and landed on the ground, walked a few steps to the corner, and then dodged into the messy pharmacy.
Incandescent lights flickered overhead, the walls were covered in splattered blood, and several mutilated corpses crushed the glass counter. One could imagine what a horrific scene this place was when the virus broke out.
As calls for racial and gender equality grow stronger, Omega pheromone inhibitors have lifted their bans in many countries, but they are also strictly controlled prescription drugs. The young man held the carbine in front of him, walked around the pharmacist's body lying on the counter, smashed the glass cabinet with the B*tt of the gun, saw the familiar injection, breathed a sigh of relief, quickly disassembled the package and injected it into his arm vein.
The pharmacy had probably been robbed a few times, but there were still some supplies left in the corners, such as protein powder, nut bars, energy drinks, etc. He picked up a bloody canvas backpack from the corpse, swept everything he could carry into it, and carefully found two packets of water purifier.
After doing this, he looked up and saw himself through the shattered mirror beside the counter.
The motorcycle helmets and jackets were full of the smell of rust, the jeans had lost their original color, and the high-top boots were covered with dried rotten flesh.
He suddenly discovered something, pulled down the zipper slightly, and hooked a pendant out of his collar.
It was an ordinary round brass box, the size of a pocket watch. When it was opened, there was an old photo inside, pressed under a thin piece of crystal.
A young couple smiled at him while holding their five or six-year-old son. The wife was Caucasian, with flaxen hair and amber eyes. Even with the limited photographic technology many years ago, her outstanding beauty was clearly visible. The husband was a complete oriental, with a clear and elegant appearance, full of bookish air, and a face that was extremely familiar to him.
---his own face.
The young man closed his eyes, gasping for breath, and several fragmented images flashed through his mind like lightning: the rapidly shaking cabin, screams, corpses, flying shells, and the suitcase flashing cold silver light...
Then the camera zoomed out, and under the cold and gray sky in the early morning, military boots stepped on grass roots and dew, and the shouts shook the eardrums of every soldier:
"...There is no tomorrow, no hope. Rescue will never come, and any mistake will be irreparable..."
"You will be the last living people on this earth to fight against the undead!..."
The young man shook his head subconsciously and wanted to rub his eyebrows, but he touched the hard helmet.
"careful!"
A huge force rushed from the side and knocked the young man to the ground instantly. With a loud bang, the young man instinctively wanted to strangle the attacker's neck, but the next moment a deafening gunshot rang out in the room!
The bullets, as fast as a rainstorm, blew away the door of the warehouse in the corner. Several zombies behind the door fell to the ground, struggling and twitching constantly. After a moment, they finally turned into a pile of flesh and blood and stood still.
Ethan Zhou put down his gun, spat out his cigarette B*tt, and extinguished it with his foot: "Are you two okay?"
The young man pushed the "attacker" away, turned over and sat up, holding his brow with a splitting headache.
"Hello, we just came in and saw the zombies pushing the door of the warehouse..." Lucas Yan got up and opened his palm to the young man sitting on the ground. The latter supported himself with his hand, stood up, and lifted up his motorcycle helmet: "Thank you."
Lucas Yan: ...
"?"
Handsome Yan retracted his gaze. Although he tried to hide it instinctively, the blush on his fair face was still obvious. He coughed hard and said, "No... I'm fine."
Ethan Zhou found it quite interesting. He stroked his chin for a while and asked with a smile: "Brother, are you here to eat?"
---If people in the last days were to vote for the top ten worst pick-up lines, this one would definitely top the list.
The young man did not answer. He picked up the backpack and threw it on his right shoulder. He held the carbine he had taken from Lucas Yan, pointed the muzzle at the ground, and walked around the two men towards the door.
Unexpectedly, when they passed by, Ethan Zhou grabbed his arm and said, "This..."
"You're following me?"
The two looked at each other closely, and in the messy pharmacy, it seemed as if an invisible bowstring was gradually tightened. After a while, Ethan Zhou smiled modestly: "What are you talking about? You are so hurtful..."
"...it is clearly responsible for the safety of people's lives and property."
The young man carefully looked at Ethan Zhou again and felt that he had made a mistake in his judgment. This person should not be a local soldier, but a soldier who was expelled from the team and stole military equipment.
"Don't look at me. Come with us. No one wants your two packs of biscuits." Ethan Zhou flicked a piece of meat off the young man's shoulder without feeling disgusted. He said, "We are going to the downtown shelter to meet up with our teammates, pick up the people, send a positioning signal, and notify the local government to send a helicopter to pick us up. City T will be cleaned up by a nuclear bomb tomorrow. Here, this is my ID."
Ethan Zhou, wearing fingerless gloves stained with blood, carefully took out a cowhide envelope from his arms, and opened it to find an official letter introducing the troops with a red seal.
He waved it arrogantly in front of the young man, then carefully put the official letter back into his protective vest and said, "You can't go anywhere by yourself. Personal heroism is not acceptable. You should accept the organization's arrangement... What's your name?"
There was silence. The young man looked down at the ground. There was an overturned medicine box at his feet, with the words "XX City Sinnan Chinese Medicine Pieces Co., Ltd. (Guangdong 2011XXXX)" written on it.
"...Oliver Si," the young man said hoarsely.
"South of North and South."
·
Half an hour later.
"Their body fluids are highly toxic, and the result of being bitten is 100% infection and death, followed by mutation. The speed of mutation varies from person to person. The shortest mutation time observed so far is fifty seconds, starting from the time the infected person's heart stops beating; the longest is more than twenty-four hours, during which time the rigor mortis and death rate are no different from those of ordinary corpses."
Oliver Si raised his eyelids: "Where did the subject come from?"
"Several of my team members," Ethan Zhou said, taking a sip of water.
Seven or eight special forces soldiers were sitting on both sides of the carriage, which was constantly shaken from side to side because the front of the car hit the zombies blocking the road.
Beside Ethan Zhou, Lucas Yan took out a paper bag from behind and motioned to Oliver Si opposite to take it.
---There were a few pieces of high-protein chocolate and military compressed biscuits in the paper bag.
Oliver Si casually threw the paper bag back to him and pointed to his backpack, meaning I have it here, and then asked Ethan Zhou: "Are you the local garrison?"
"When the virus first broke out, some experts believed it was a mass rabies outbreak, so the first batch of infected people were sent to the army for custody, and the local garrison was naturally wiped out." Ethan Zhou spread his hands and expressed his polite condolences, saying: "If you go to the military camp now, there should be tens of thousands of living dead with live ammunition locked up inside, densely packed together and moving... It's really a hell for people with trypophobia."
"Then why did you come to T City?"
"Carry out the mission." Lucas Yan whispered on the side.
Oliver Si glanced at him and saw Lucas Yan staring intently at the shaking floor of the carriage, his lips pursed into a slightly tight line.
"We came here to carry out the mission, but we were unlucky and encountered a zombie outbreak, so we temporarily changed the mission content and decided to go to the shelter to rescue ordinary people." Ethan Zhou asked casually: "What about you, brother?"
Oliver Si did not answer, "How is your mission going?"
He thought that the purpose of this team was the same as Tang Hao and his team, which was to seize Omegas from the war zone, the so-called precious strategic resources. But Ethan Zhou sighed and said sadly: "Brother, I'm unlucky this time... The target of the mission died, and I'm afraid I'll be punished when I go back..."
"He may not be dead," Lucas Yan suddenly said in a low voice.
The team members were all looking at them, and Ethan Zhou asked, "How can you survive a free fall from a height of 9,000 meters?"
Lucas Yan fell silent.
"Brother Rong!" the driver shouted in front: "The latest road map is out, come and see the downlink lane!"
Ethan Zhou stood up and walked towards the driver's cab, and patted Lucas Yan's shoulder heavily as he passed by him.
Oliver Si suddenly discovered that Lucas Yan would often appear when he was talking to Ethan Zhou, handing him something or interrupting him, intentionally or unintentionally making his presence felt.
why?
Lucas Yan suddenly covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, then handed over a box of soft Zhonghua cigarettes: "Want to smoke?"
Oliver Si's appearance is extremely oriental, but his pupils are amber like his mother's. When he stares at people like this, he often gives people the illusion of being cold and inorganic.
He just stared at Lucas Yan for about ten seconds, then shook his head and said, "No, thank you."
...
Lucas Yan was a little nervous. He smiled at him and smoked a cigarette, but did not light it. He just turned it over and over between his fingers, as if he was using this action to relieve some emotion.
A moment later, Ethan Zhou returned to the trunk with his equipment bag. He sat down with his horse and sword, and sighed as he took out his equipment: "It's not easy. At the current speed, it will take another two hours to reach the shelter. I just don't know how dense the zombies are in the streets in the city center. I'll go up and use the vehicle-mounted machine gun to shoot along the way. You guys hurry up and get some sleep... What's up, brother? Why are you looking at me?"
Ethan Zhou opened the metal box of gun parts, took out a ruby earring from a tool slot, and fastened it on his right ear.
Oliver Si: ...
Oliver Si sat opposite them, his eyes moving from Ethan Zhou's ear to Lucas Yan's ear. Two identical rubies were shining in the dim carriage.
At that moment, all his doubts were resolved and he felt that he understood something.
"Sorry." Oliver Si said sincerely, stood up and patted Lucas Yan's shoulder, then went into the front room without looking back and sat in the passenger seat.
Lucas Yan: "...???"
There was an eerie silence at the back of the carriage.
However, Oliver Si was very kind and ignored him. He nodded to the driver to indicate that he was disturbing him and then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
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