Undead: 3.Chapter 3
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"Menggui's surname Zhou, the soldier of the army, not the sister of Huang Rong."
"We squatted in this hapless city for half a month, and we didn't touch any field subsidies, and the bullets and grains also bottomed out. Adding fuel to the army is like a thief."
"You said how the virus broke out, is it a variant of the rabies virus, or is it the frenzied genetic tactics carried out by the US imperialists and the Western powers against our country? Brother also followed the news broadcast a few days ago. TV signals and shortwave broadcasts are gone. It’s a pity that I have been chasing "People's Urban Management Team" and "People's Radio, Film and Television Bureau" that have been uninterrupted for more than half a year. But the most unfortunate thing is..."
Zhou Rong clicked on the fire and took a deep breath. Looking back, the team members were trembling. The side window of the car opened wide and the wind came in.
"Go...go away," a younger brother said: "Just turned out of the car window..."
"When did you leave?"
"The news was broadcast at that time."
Zhou Rong was silent for a moment, not without regret, said: "Unfortunately, I just want to give him the eighth season of Amway's "People's Development and Reform Commission"."
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The tide of zombies was led to the southeast. At this moment, there were only a dozen living dead wandering on the street. The young man rolled over to the ground, stuck a few steps to the corner, and then stepped into a messy pharmacy.
The incandescent lamp flashed overhead, the wall was full of blood spattered, and a few mutilated bodies crushed the glass counter. You can imagine what a terrifying scene when the virus broke out.
As the call for race and gender equality is becoming stronger, omega pheromone inhibitors have lifted the ban in many countries, but they are also strictly controlled prescription drugs. The young man held the carbine in front of him, bypassed the corpse of the pharmacist lying on the counter, smashed the glass case with a backhand butt, saw the familiar injection, breathed out imperceptibly, and quickly unpacked the medicine and plunged into himself Arm veins.
The pharmacy has probably been looted several times, but there are still some supplies left in the corner, such as protein|powder, nut bars, energy drinks, etc. He picked a rucksack full of blood from the corpse, swept in everything he could bring, and noticed that he turned out two packets of water purifier.
After finishing this, he raised his head and saw himself through the broken mirror beside the counter.
The motorcycle helmet and jacket are full of rust, the jeans are no longer the original color, and the high-top boots are full of dried rotten flesh.
He discovered something suddenly, pulled the zipper down a little, and pulled out a pendant from the collar.
It was an ordinary brass round box, the size of a pocket watch. When opened, it was an old photo, pressed under a crystal sheet.
A young couple holding their five or six-year-old son and smiling at him. The wife is Caucasian with linen hair and amber eyes. Even with the limited photographic technology many years ago, his outstanding beauty is clearly visible; the husband He is a completely Oriental, with a clear and elegant appearance, full of books, and a face that is very familiar.
—His own face.
The young man closed his eyes and couldn't stop gasping. Several fragmented images flashed through his mind like lightning: the screaming cabin, screams, corpses, flying bullet shells, suitcases flashing cold silver... …
Then the camera zoomed out abruptly. In the early morning, under the cold and gray sky, army boots stepped on the grass roots and dew, and shook the eardrums of every soldier:
"...There is no tomorrow, no hope. We can never wait for rescue, any mistake will be forever..."
"You will be the last living people on this earth to fight the undead!..."
The young man shook his head subconsciously, trying to rub his eyebrows, but came across a hard helmet.
"Be careful!"
A huge force rushing from his side instantly threw the young man to the ground—there was a loud bang, the young man instinctively wanted to pinch the attacker's neck, but the next moment there was a deafening gunshot in the room!
Rapid bullets like a torrential rain knocked out the warehouse door in the corner. A few living dead behind the door fell to the ground, struggling and convulsing, and finally turned into a pile of flesh and blood after a while.
Zhou Rong put down his gun, took out his cigarette, and smashed it out casually: "Are you two okay?"
The young man pushed the "sneak attacker" away, turned and sat up, with a splitting headache and pressed his eyebrows.
"Hello, we just came in and saw zombies pushing the door from the warehouse..." Yan Hao got up and opened his palm to the young man sitting on the ground. The latter held his hand, took advantage of his strength to stand up, and lifted the motorcycle helmet easily: "Thank you."
Yan Hao: "..."
"?"
Guy Yan Shuai retracted his gaze, although his instinct was concealed, the blush on Bai Jing's face was still obvious, he coughed hard and said: "No...nothing."
Zhou Rong found it interesting. After rubbing his chin for a while, he smiled and asked, "Brothers are looking for food?"
——If the crowd voted for the top ten worst in the last days, this sentence will definitely top the list.
The young man did not answer. He picked up the backpack and threw it on his right shoulder. He carried the carbine that came from Yan Hao. The muzzle was pointed at the ground, and walked around the two people towards the door.
Who expected to pass by, Zhou Rong grabbed his arm: "This..."
"Are you following me?"
The two looked at each other at close range. In the messy pharmacy, there seemed to be an invisible bowstring gradually tightening. For a long while, Zhou Rong smiled modestly: "What are you talking about, you hurt so much..."
"...It is clearly responsible for the safety of people's lives and property."
The young man looked at Zhou Rong carefully again, feeling that he had just made a mistake in his judgment. This person shouldn't be a local army, but a soldier who stole ordnance after being expelled.
"Don't look it up, come with us, no one hits your idea of these two packets of biscuits." Zhou Rong smoothly flew a piece of minced meat splashed on the young man's shoulder, without feeling sick, and said: "We are going to the central refuge to meet up with teammates, pick up the crowd, launch positioning signals, and notify the local government to send a helicopter to pick it up-the city will be cleaned by a nuclear bomb tomorrow, here, here are my credentials."
Zhou Rong, covered in bloodstained fingerless gloves, carefully took out a cowhide envelope from his arms, and opened the official letter of introduction of the troops with a red seal inside.
He arrogantly shook in front of the young man's eyes, and cherished the official letter back into his protective vest, saying: "You can't go anywhere by yourself. Personal heroism is not a must. Let's accept the organization's arrangement... What is your name? Coming?"
In silence, the young man’s eyes fell to the ground, and there was an overturned pill box at his feet, which read "xx Sinan Chinese Medicine Decoction Pieces Co., Ltd. (Guangdong 2011xxxx)".
"...Si Nan," the young man said hoarsely.
"North and South are South."
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In half an hour.
"Their body|liquid is highly toxic, and the result of being bitten is 100% infection and death, followed by mutation. The rate of mutation varies from person to person. The shortest mutation time observed is 50 seconds. It is counted from the beginning of the heart arrest of an infected person; the longest is more than twenty-four hours, during which the corpse and the speed of the body are the same as the normal corpse."
Si Nan raised his eyelids: "Where is the object of observation?"
"A few of my team members," Zhou Rong said, taking a sip of water.
On the left and right sides of the carriage, seven or eight special forces were seated in a row, bumping left and right because the front of the car hit the zombies.
At Zhou Rong's side, Yan Hao took out a paper bag from behind and motioned to Sinan who was opposite.
——In the paper bag are several pieces of high protein chocolate and military compressed biscuits.
Si Nan casually threw the paper bag back to him, pointing to his backpack, meaning I have it here, and immediately asked Zhou Rong: "Are you a local garrison?"
"When the virus first broke out, some experts thought it was a collective rabies, so the first batch of infected people were sent to the military custody, and the local garrison was naturally wiped out." Zhou Rong spread his hands and expressed his courtesy condolences. Said: "If you go to the military camp now, there should be tens of thousands of living dead with guns and live ammunition locked inside, and they are packed together to stir up... It's a **** for intensive phobias."
"Then why did you come to city t?"
"Perform the task." Yan Hao whispered from the side.
Si Nan glanced at him, Yan Hao focused on the swaying floor of the carriage, and his lips formed a tight line.
"We came to perform the task. We were not lucky. We encountered a zombie outbreak, so we temporarily changed the content of the task and decided to go to the shelter to rescue ordinary people." Zhou Rongman asked casually: "What about you, brother?"
Si Nan did not answer, "How is your mission?"
He thought that the purpose of this team was the same as that of Tang Hao and the others, to seize omega from the war zone—the so-called precious strategic resource. Unexpectedly, Zhou Rong sighed, and said in a daze, "Brother, this time... the quest object is dead, I am afraid that I will be punished when I go back..."
"It may not be dead," Yan Hao suddenly whispered again.
The team members all looked at them, and Zhou Rong asked, "You can still live after falling freely from a height of 9,000 meters?"
Yan Hao fell silent.
"Brother Rong!" The driver shouted in front: "The latest road conditions map is out, come and see the down lane!"
Zhou Rong got up and walked to the cab. When he passed by, he patted Yan Hao on the shoulder again.
Si Nan suddenly discovered that Yan Hao would often appear when he was talking to Zhou Rong, handing something or inserting a message, deliberately or unconsciously brushing up on his sense of existence.
Why?
Yan Hao suddenly covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, and handed a box of Soft China: "Smooth?"
Si Nan's appearance is extremely oriental, but his pupils are amber like his mother. When he stared at people so motionlessly, he often had an illusion of coldness like inorganic matter.
He just watched Yan Hao for ten seconds, shook his head and said, "No, thank you."
"………………"
Yan Hao was a little nervous and smiled at him. He smoked a cigarette but didn't light it. He only played with his fingers over and over, as if he was relieving a certain emotion with this action.
After a while, Zhou Rong returned to the rear compartment with the equipment bag. He took a seat and sighed as he drew out his equipment, "It’s not easy—it’s not easy to arrive at the refuge in two hours at the current speed. I know how the density of zombies in the streets in the center of the city is. Later, I will go up and shoot a round with a vehicle-mounted machine gun along the way. You hurry up and sleep for a while... Why brother, what am I doing?"
Zhou Rong opened the metal box of gun parts, took out a ruby ear stud from a tool slot and fastened it on his right ear.
Si Nan: "..."
Si Nan sat across from them, his eyes shifted from Zhou Rong's ear to Yan Hao's. Two identical rubies gleamed in the dim carriage.
At that moment, the doubt was solved, and he felt that he understood something.
"Sorry." Sinan said sincerely, got up and patted Yan Hao on the shoulder, without turning his head back into the front room, sat in the co-pilot.
Yan Hao: "...?????"
There was a weird silence behind the carriage.
However, Sinan was very kind, ignored it, nodded to the driver to be disturbed, and immediately closed his eyes and went to sleep.