"The analysis summary report is out. All Omegas, both male and female, have been genetically identified. The target person is not among them."
The emergency red light flashed, reflecting on the sweaty face of the female researcher, whose chest was still heaving from running. An old man with a star on his shoulder buried his face deeply in his palms, raised his head after a few seconds and said, "I know."
The old man picked up the satellite phone in front of the console and dialed a direct line code. After half a minute of waiting, the call was picked up by the other end: "Major General Qian, please report the results."
The old man opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The unspeakable silence said it all.
"We will conduct a thorough check of all the cities that DC918 passed through. If the plane has crashed, it must have left traces somewhere." The voice on the other end was also very serious. After a pause, he asked, "Have you received any feedback from the 118th Unit's Confidentiality Brigade?"
"...I sent out all eight of my squadrons. Three have been confirmed dead, two are missing, and two returned empty-handed. The Sixth Squadron led by Major Zhou rescued hundreds of trapped people, but they lost contact after the rescue helicopter was infected..."
Major General Qian took a deep breath to calm down, and his voice became a little tough: "I can send the last two teams out, but we must have more information about the target person. Otherwise, it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack, completely passive, and it is impossible to complete this mission!"
"I can't do that." The person on the other end rejected the request outright: "For the past six months, the target person has been in direct contact with Deputy Minister Guo of the National Security Bureau. All his identity information is highly confidential, and Deputy Minister Guo has been confirmed to have died during the transfer."
Major General Qian said angrily: "I don't know my identity, my appearance, and I only know that I am extremely vigilant and my political stance is unclear. How can I find my people? Should I broadcast in the centers of major cities and wait for them to come knocking on my door?"
...
"In order to prevent the enemy from avoiding Alpha pheromones, all my special forces were injected with Beta camouflage agents and fully armed to go deep into the zombies' heartland. It turned out to be useless! Maybe the target has died in the crash!"
"If you die," the voice on the other end of the line said coldly and clearly, word by word, "all our current hopes will be... cut off."
His anxious breathing was blurred by the sound of electricity. Major General Qian closed his eyes weakly and was about to say something when suddenly a dull bang came from the corridor outside the communication room.
Several researchers stood up suddenly, their faces changed color, and Major General Qian turned his head sharply.
boom!
There was another sound, this time closer.
"They...they are coming." Major General Qian swallowed hard, hung up the phone, and pulled out his gun.
In the deathly silence, the third loud noise came near the door and stopped.
Everyone's heart was pounding, and their eyes were fixed on the closed metal door in despair. From the other side came a sound similar to that of a wild animal impatiently paddling the ground and panting. After about ten seconds, a shocking sound suddenly rang out:
BANG!!!
The room shook violently, screams were heard everywhere, and everyone watched the metal door bulge inwards in a terrifying arc--- ยท
The next morning, six o'clock.
The sky was beginning to light up from behind the dark clouds, and the wind was filled with a salty, damp smell. The survivors woke up one after another, talked, got out of their cars, and stared out of the car windows wrapped in blankets in a daze; Ethan Zhou had already taken people to the highway to check each vehicle one by one, find any remaining fuel tanks, and sucked back several barrels of diesel with a transparent hose. Everyone's mouth was full of the smell of gasoline, and they all stood on the side of the road and spit.
We set off at 6:30 and arrived at the industrial zone at 7:00. The minibus slowly stopped in front of a fertilizer plant.
Lucas Yan led the team in to search around, cleared out more than ten zombies, and came out to signal them that they could go in.
The factory was in a mess, with blood everywhere, but the facilities were not too damaged. There was even a half-acre vegetable garden and a few chickens in the backyard. The more than 30 survivors were divided into workers' dormitories. Led by Ding Shi and Nathan Zhang, the men cleaned up, repaired the barbed wire, and further explored the surrounding environment; the women found pots, pans, and gas tanks in the kitchen and took on the responsibility of cooking.
Ethan Zhou stood by the faucet in the front yard, looking at the yellow water full of rust, and washed his face hastily.
"The terrain is high, the factory is solid, the warehouse has food storage, and the nearest residential area is five kilometers away." His special forces soldier named Guo Weixiang stood behind him and reported in a serious manner: "If the military district still can't contact us, we can at least stay here for a while and then act according to circumstances."
Ethan Zhou didn't answer. He put his head under the faucet for a while, shook off the water droplets, and his straight short hair stood up.
"Although there is no electricity, the factory has a diesel generator. Lucas Yan is registering the survivors' information and preparing to organize a security team to ensure that there are people patrolling 24 hours a day..."
"Two days later," Ethan Zhou suddenly interrupted him.
Guo Weixiang: "?"
"If the nuclear bomb doesn't arrive, I will go to Military Region B to investigate the situation. You stay here to settle the people and wait for my news."
Ethan Zhou lifted up the hem of his T-shirt to wipe his face, his camouflage pants hung on his mermaid line, revealing his eight-pack abs. Guo Weixiang got anxious and followed him, saying, "You can't go, Brother Rong! To get to the military zone, you have to cross the entire B city. Unless you fly over, you will definitely die. Can you grow wings or something?!"
Ethan Zhou glanced at him teasingly: "Ask your grandfather to approve a helicopter, second generation?"
Guo Weixiang said angrily: "If we can get in touch, I'll ask him to approve an F22 fighter for you. If there's one less wheel, I lose."
"Brother Rong!" Emily suddenly ran out from the east end of the factory: "Come here quickly, we found a..."
The first reaction of both of them was zombies, but Emily rushed over and grabbed Ethan Zhou's hand, her face full of tension, and she squeezed out two words after a while: "...pregnant woman."
Ethan Zhou: "Ah?!"
Ethan Zhou suddenly felt overwhelmed.
"...What's your name?" Oliver Si asked in surprise while sitting in the cafeteria.
There were only six women among the survivors, two of whom were in their twenties and were probably friends. They stayed close to each other all the way. The weather was already cold in late September, and one of them was wearing particularly thick clothes. Everyone on the road just thought she was a little fat and afraid of the cold.
Unexpectedly, she was pregnant for six months.
"Wang, Wang Wen..." The pregnant woman shivered and replied, "I'm very strong and can work..."
Her friend was a pretty girl. She stood in front of the pregnant woman and said, "She doesn't eat much and doesn't need to be taken care of. If she needs to be taken care of, I can serve her. We won't be a burden to others. We run very fast. We ran out of the mall with everyone, right?"
Oliver Si and Lucas Yan looked at each other.
"Please don't abandon her," the girl pleaded again, her eyes wandering between the faces of the two young men in front of her.
Although the younger man on the right is handsome, he rarely speaks along the way. There is always a cold air between his eyebrows, and he doesn't seem like a soft-hearted person.
The special forces soldier on the left was careful and considerate, protecting the survivors on the minibus during their escape, and his actions were more gentle and friendly.
"We can all eat less." The girl had a plan in mind, and leaned towards Lucas Yan, trying to blink her originally big and watery eyes, begging: "This world is not easy for everyone. Her husband is trapped in T City, and we don't know whether he is alive or dead. If she is allowed to leave, how can a pregnant woman live? Please, handsome man, you must be a good person. My name is Wu Xinyan, you can call me Yanyan..."
Wu Xinyan was indeed a pretty girl, and her soft begging made me feel quite pitiful.
Unfortunately, Lucas Yan didn't pay attention to this. He stared at Wang Wen's belly for a while. Oliver Si said, "Six months, it can't be aborted."
His tone was that of stating a fact, but it did not sound like that to the two girls. Wang Wen's face turned pale.
Lucas Yan quickly stopped her: "Don't cry, I don't want you to have an abortion! It's just that if you... give birth... diapers, milk powder, etc..."
Lucas Yan's hair was in a mess. He saw Ethan Zhou appear at the entrance of the cafeteria from a distance. He stood up and said, "I'll go ask our captain."
Ethan Zhou was a ruthless character in the eyes of these people. Wu Xinyan panicked immediately. When Lucas Yan walked by, she grabbed his hand and almost put it on her chest: "Brother, please!"
Lucas Yan quickly pulled his hand out and glanced at Oliver Si reflexively: "It's okay, I'll help you talk to him." Then he walked quickly towards Ethan Zhou.
...Why are you looking at me? Oliver Si wondered in confusion.
Then he caught a glimpse of Wu Xinyan's eyes - the girl looked at Lucas Yan as if he were a savior, full of anxiety and hope.
"Oh, they're afraid I'll tell Ethan Zhou about it." Oliver Si suddenly realized, and looked at their backs from a distance, thinking: "Two gay guys have a lot of things to do in love."
"Don't tell anyone yet." After hearing what happened, Ethan Zhou thought for a moment and then ordered: "There are more than 30 people, no one knows who is who, let the pregnant woman stay alone as much as possible, and don't go out every day."
Lucas Yan nodded.
"Give her one egg from the hen in the backyard every day. Don't let anyone else see it. Everyone is under great mental pressure and is as tense as a bowstring. It is best not to cause any conflicts before we can reestablish contact with the base."
Lucas Yan agreed to everything. Seeing Ethan Zhou turning around to leave, he asked casually, "Captain, what are you going to do?"
"Looking for something in the storeroom."
"What are you looking for?"
Ethan Zhou opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of Oliver Si from the corner of his eye and realized that he and Lucas Yan had just sat together. His heart sank slightly.
"...Nothing." Ethan Zhou smiled and said, "Move two boxes of beer and have a get-together tonight."
Ethan Zhou personally went to the warehouse to move a few boxes of things, piled them in the back factory building, and carried a box of beer. At dinner time, he called everyone to the factory cafeteria and delivered his brief mobilization speech.
"We are unable to contact the military district for the time being due to communication problems, but please believe that the government and the army will not abandon any survivors. The supplies we brought from City T and the food stored in the factory warehouse are enough to support us for three months. During this period, we will definitely lead everyone to a refuge base."
"It takes a hundred years to be in the same boat. No matter we knew each other before, it is fate that we are alive and sitting here. We will not give up on any of our people, and we ask everyone to help and support each other." Ethan Zhou raised his beer, saluted from a distance, and said solemnly: "Thank you everyone, here's a toast to you." He raised his head and took two big gulps of beer.
The crowd was moved. Some people came forward to offer cigarettes, and some began to introduce themselves: "I'm a salesperson. I was meeting a client at the mall that day..."
"I'm a mall security guard..."
"Telecommunications engineers are useless scholars!"
"I work in the Department of Surgery at the Municipal Party Committee Hospital. Oh, don't mention it..."
"Surgery?" Ethan Zhou moved his ears.
Ethan Zhou immediately stood up and stepped forward, enthusiastically shook the middle-aged doctor's hand, and forcibly pulled him aside: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you! What diseases can you treat?"
"...ah?"
"Can you deliver babies?"
"Yes... a little bit. I did an internship when I was in the department..."
Ethan Zhou patted him on the shoulder and said, "I respect people who save lives and heal the wounded the most!"
The middle-aged man surnamed Zheng had obviously seen the scene where Ethan Zhou confronted the doctor in the shopping mall in T City. He was horrified by his arrogant and humble behavior. He quickly toasted and smiled, humbly saying that he could do anything and was willing to obey the organization's arrangements.
Wu Xinyan held up the beer can, stood up and walked to Lucas Yan's seat, shyly saying: "Hello. Thank you so much for what happened this afternoon..."
When she lowered her head, her long hair slid down her cheek and almost fell on Lucas Yan's shoulders. Her hair was very thick and soft, with the faint fragrance unique to a girl.
But unexpectedly, Lucas Yan stood up from the table before she finished speaking and said, "Nothing."
Wu Xinyan's words "I want to toast you a glass" were stuck in her throat. Lucas Yan walked around her and sat down at another table.
Oliver Si was eating a noodle with plain water when he was choking and didn't notice there was a person sitting in front of him. He looked up and asked with his eyes what was wrong.
...
Lucas Yan has long eyebrows, bright eyes, and very deep double eyelids - a face that would make girls' hearts beat fast when he appears on the screen. When he looks at something with such complex and focused eyes, few people can bear to look away and not look at him.
Oliver Si swallowed the bread with his neck stiffened, and asked with difficulty: "What do you want to say?"
Lucas Yan did not answer but asked: "Are those boxes of things in the back factory yours?"
"Well, Ethan Zhou said that you guys have run out of bullets, so I wanted to find some nitric acid, glycerin, and iron filings to see if I could make a homemade bomb."
Lucas Yan was silent for a moment.
Oliver Si raised an eyebrow with a slightly questioning expression, politely expressing his limited patience during the meal.
After a long time, Lucas Yan finally whispered:
"...The captain is usually busy, so you don't have to go find him. You can call me next time you need to move something."
"If you need any help, you can contact me anytime."
His attitude was so serious that Oliver Si didn't understand for a moment. After several seconds, he remembered the gay relationship between the two Betas in front of him. He immediately understood and apologized, "I won't do it next time."
Lucas Yan lowered his eyelashes and smiled nervously, then stood up and left.
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