Undead: 42.Chapter 42

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The door was pushed open, and Romuel nodded to the gunman standing in the front yard: "Jane."

The female alpha turned her head back, but found that her officer's face was unexpectedly ugly, the shirt was mostly drenched with sweat, and the pupils were faintly grayed-it was a sign that she was about to lose her emotion.

"Colonel, you..."

"Confessional."

Jane was very surprised, but quickly controlled her facial expression, took out the injection and handed it over.

Romuel slammed the door backhand.

Si Nan's whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the cold water, his wet hair covered his snow-white face, the light blue blood vessels in his arms and neck burst out, and even the closed eyelids faintly showed a terrible blue. wire.

But it didn't work, Romuel knew that he had been trained to resist electric shocks.

Romuel shot out the air in the syringe, grabbed one of his hands, gritted his teeth and shot all the potion in.

The confession agent was prepared before he went to China, but based on experience, this agent does not allow users to obtain high-precision detailed information, and it is misleading to a certain extent. To make matters worse, sometimes the confession agent does not immediately make the subject recall all the answers, but will slowly produce results within a week; in short, it is not a very convenient torture tool.

If it hadn't been to the point of being helpless, he wouldn't plan to use this method.

Si Nan began to struggle in a daze, and the handcuffs clinked, and Romuel pressed tightly.

"Where is the ultimate antibody?" He pulled Sinan's sweat-soaked chin to prevent him from turning his head uncomfortably: "After you crashed, where is the ultimate antibody in the earthquake-resistant freezer you carried with you?"

Si Nan sighed, his eyelids opened a little, but he couldn't see anything at all.

"Did you inject it?" Romuel asked several times in both Chinese and English, forcing him to look at himself: "Did you inject the antibody?"

Antibodies...

The ultimate antibody...

Si Nan panted, as if sinking and floating in the deep sea. The boundless sea water cut off all sounds, penetrated into the body from the eyes, ears, nose, and even every inch of pores, squeezing the internal organs into a mass.

"No antibodies," he heard a sad female voice slowly.

He became very small in a trance. The twelve believers looked down at him on the painted glass window of the church. Going up, they needed to bend their necks completely to see the white carved cross pierced into the sky.

The woman in black veil held his hand and stood in front of the black pine coffin.

The priest asked: "Have you thought about it, madam?"

"I pulled him back from hell, but couldn't bring him back to the world. He is not alive or dead. He wanders in my laboratory day after day, coming from autumn to winter, lonely And resentful sobbing..."

The tears ran down her soft cheeks, wet the white flowers on her chest.

"Pandora's box has been opened, disasters, plagues, viruses and pain fly out with a wild laugh, and will eventually cover the earth before the arrival of winter, and destroy the entire world before the arrival of spring."

"I can do nothing. There is no antidote to save all of this. I can only close the magic box with my own hands..."

The woman stepped forward and took a black wooden box from the priest. After opening, she took out a tube of two-finger thick turquoise green test tube and placed it on the coffin, and then pulled out the burning torch from the wall.

Little Sinan took a half step back in fear.

Under the blazing fire, the green test tube is like the teeth of a poisonous snake, quenched with a charming and deadly light.

"...To completely annihilate human beings for stealing the fire from the gods under the burning fire..."

Suddenly the door was knocked open, and the woman turned her head in amazement, a bullet came through the air, knocking the torch in her hand far away.

The soldiers flooded into the church, crying and cursing everything overwhelmed. Sinan was trapped in the fleeing crowd and fell down. The soldiers rushed forward and snatched the test tube from the woman.

"Report, report, successfully obtained virus stock..."

"Run!" The woman's stern roar penetrated the chaos: "Run--!"

All the next scenes overlapped in memory, forming countless bizarre pictures.

Si Nan only remembers the earth trembling constantly, it was actually he himself staggering back; the last scene before his consciousness completely disappeared, the soldier opened the freezer, and placed the green test tube carefully in the white steam. inside.

Obviously, it is only a trivial detail, but for some reason it will be so clear after so many years, it is vivid and dazzling in the faded time——

On the lid of the freezer, cast a blank white eagle with open wings.

·

On the top of the laboratory, a white eagle is embossed on the metal ceiling.

The last drop of green liquid in the needle tube was injected into the spine. After a few minutes of silence, the dead body convulsed in full view, and a vague and dull roar came from the bottom of the chest cavity.

The applause broke out, the experimenters congratulated each other, embraced, and suddenly exclaimed-the dead man staggered over, grabbed the nearest experimenter, and bit his ankle!

Screaming and struggling, blood splattered, and then there was a rush of escape.

Si Nan stood behind the glass wall at the top of the laboratory, watching the group of people repeatedly beating the door, shouting in despair. The living dead threw away the corpse that had been eaten more than half, leaned on the floor and crawled towards them step by step, dragging long black blood behind them.

Si Nan raised his gun, but did not make any movement until the person behind him was reflected in the glass window: "noah."

Si Nan pulled the trigger.

With a soft sound, the zombies who were only two or three steps away from the frightened crowd were headshot and their brains were all over the floor.

"What were you doing just now?" The caller asked coldly.

Si Nan didn't answer, turned around and threw an empty gun, adjusted his cuffs, and walked out.

However, at the moment when he wiped his shoulders, Romuel suddenly grabbed his collar and pressed it heavily on the glass wall, staring at his cold eyes at close range:

"You obviously can kill the experiment as soon as you discover that the experiment fails, why are you so late?"

Si Nan said nothing.

"You deliberately watched that tester be killed alive, because you were tortured by him when you were a child," Romuel said softly, "Is it?"

The four eyes were relatively long, and the corners of Si Nan's lips were slightly bent.

His lip color is very light. If he is someone he doesn't know, at first glance, he will think that the smile looks good, even a little soft.

"You tore up my report requesting the destruction of the virus and termination of the experiment again, did you?"

Romuel's eyebrows moved instantly.

"It's okay," Sinan interrupted his unexplained excuse. His voice had always been slightly hoarse. It would be nice to ignore the sarcasm: "It's the last time anyway."

Sinan broke free and walked towards the door. Romuel looked at his straight back and shouted: "How many times do you want me to say, noah! The'Pandora' virus is a breakthrough in extending human life and bringing back the dead. There will be no more from now on. Gods, humans can achieve eternity by themselves!"

Si Nan didn't look back.

"Your mother's experiment failed because she didn't unlock the last code of the virus. That's the key to the secret of eternal life. Just like the last thing in Pandora's Box, hope, it's time for humans to release it. Only now. Persevere, the last yard can be..."

"There is no such thing," Sinan said lightly, "That is not hope."

Romuel folded his arms and frowned, only to see Si Nan turning his face.

——From this perspective, he is actually very much like his mother, with a look that is indescribable.

"The last thing left in the magic box is an unrealistic fantasy. In mythology, it paved the way to the **** controlled by Aax."

"Like everything you do today, when the magic box is opened again, the last code of the virus will ruin mankind and drag the entire world into hell..."

"But what does that have to do with me." Sina had a pause, and then smiled again: "I won't die anyway."

Romuel froze in place, watching him walk out steadily.

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The lightning broke through the black clouds, and the heavy rain poured down. The scattered stone steles in the cemetery were soaked in rainwater, showing a salty grayish black.

A helicopter landed slowly amidst the roar. Several Chinese in plainclothes flashed a flashlight and jumped into the muddy cemetery, but Sinan did not look back. He stood in front of the tombstone with cold and soft lips, murmured an unknown scripture, kissed the brass pendant on his chest, and let the water drip from the edge of the raincoat hood.

The flashlight quickly approached with the footsteps, and the footsteps were guarded carefully in the sound of rain. Finally someone coughed and said hoarsely in Chinese: "Mr."

Si Nan remained indifferent.

The man said cautiously: "... Mr. Guo, as agreed, let us give you something."

He stepped forward, splashing muddy water, holding a bunch of wet white roses in his arms.

Sinan stopped praying and stood quietly for a while while everyone was watching, then stretched out his hand and pulled out a rose, leaning over and inserting it in front of the tombstone.

This agreed action made everyone breathe a sigh of relief at the same time, and it was hard to hide their excitement: "Hello, we have tried for a long time and have never had a chance to connect with you smoothly. Mr. Guo has completed all the preparations. The person in charge of the confinement room inside the White Eagle Base is also arranged..."

Si Nan spoke, and to his surprise, Chinese is more fluent and free than expected:

"Where is the responder?"

The visitor was taken aback for a moment and said: "It's Lao Guo's close confidant."

Si Nan shook his head.

No one knows what he meant. The cemetery fell silent for a while, only the roar of heavy rain.

The plainclothes exchanged their gazes, and after waiting for a while, Sinan slowly opened his mouth:

"Your ** has a security force with the highest specifications, numbered 118, with eight squadrons."

The other party responded quickly after a short period of thought: "Okay, you continue."

However, Sinan didn’t care whether he agreed or not, and he didn’t even change his calm tone:

"There is a squadron captain surnamed Zhou in the 118th brigade. I asked this person to bring Vice Minister Guo’s only grandson to the scene to pick him up. If I can’t see these two people when I get off the plane, I will immediately The respondent was killed because of the suspected identity exposure and left with the target. If there is any threat to the safety of me and the target during the meeting, as punishment, I will kill Deputy Minister Guo’s grandson first, and then leave."

"From then on, you will never find me anymore."

Si Nan turned around, and his rain boots squeaked in the muddy water.

The leading agent said solemnly: "No problem, all your requirements will be fulfilled, and we will immediately transfer to Mr. Guo."

Si Nan smiled: "You old Guo knows that I don't trust anyone..."

He walked out of the cemetery under the sight of the surrounding plainclothes, and the flat voice faded away in the rain.

"...I only want the person I designate to pick up."

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At the age of fifteen, in the middle of summer, tropical rain forests were full of plants, and bright spots of sunlight sprinkled on the dark green broad-leaved forest. A young special soldier sleeps with his palms crossed, his face is smeared with mud and oil, but he can still be seen from the towering brow bones, straight bridge of the nose and angular cheeks. Outline.

A teenager stepped on the ground covered with soft fallen leaves, cautiously stepped on tiptoe, squatted beside the special forces, making no sound like a cat.

He held his breath, holding a small ant with his fingertips, trying to put it on the tip of the special soldier's nose.

However, just before they were about to succeed, the special forces didn't open their eyes, and turned over and rushed the boy. They pressed him under his body like a predator, and squirmed in the creak of his neck.

"Hahaha..." The young man was out of breath with a laugh, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I will pay you the fruit...Hahaha!"

The young man took out a small handful of red berries from his trouser pocket, but before he had time to speak, the special soldier straightened up, took out a handful of redder and bigger fruits from his pocket, and joked in the young man's stunned eyes: "Who wants to eat, eh?"

The bonfire was blazing, reflecting the flying insects circling around the fire and the dark jungle within a few meters. The teenager sat cross-legged by the fire, peeled the fruit lazily, and asked in a long tone: "Why do you pick the berries sweeter than mine——"

The corners of his soft lips were stained blushing with berry juice. The special soldiers walked up and down on the hammock, turning their heads frequently, staring at his casual side face without blinking, and said casually: "Who knows, I walked several miles to find it, who told you not to eat a serious meal."

"I don't eat energy batter."

"Only you will pick."

The special forces set up the hammock and tested the firmness. The young man gazed at his busy back and put his cheek in one hand: "Brother, you have been guarding for several nights, let me watch the night tonight——"

"You watch the night? What if the beast comes and takes you away?"

"I'll shout."

"Say what?"

"Call the hero! Help! Help—"

The special soldier laughed and came and rubbed the boy's hair.

"I don't want to sleep in a hammock," the boy said vaguely, turning over by the fire, holding the pit in his mouth.

"Why, uncomfortable?"

"Cold."

"There is no way it is cold."

The young man twisted around the bonfire again, his movements turned out to be very dexterous and agile, avoiding the arm of the special soldier who wanted to hug him on the hammock.

"Little classmate!" The special soldier had no choice but to click his eyebrows and asked: "What do you want?"

Under the light of the fire, the young glass-like bright eyes rolled around, and smiled: "I'll sit here to watch the night, hold the gun, and go to sleep."

Before speaking, the special soldier sat down by the bonfire and waved: "Come here."

"What are you doing?"

"Make a magic show for you."

The young man moved forward and was pulled into his arms by the special forces' hooks. His long legs in camouflage pants kept him tightly bound in his arms. Before he could struggle, he was wrapped in a warm tactical jacket, and his neck was so tightly packed that no wind could penetrate.

"It's over," the special soldier said briefly, "go to sleep."

The young man's head was pressed, his head pressed against his thick chest, and he was a little dazed for a while.

He could hear the other party's steady and powerful heartbeat, and the slight crackling sound of a campfire burning, and no matter how far away it was the wind roaring in the jungle at night. But the cold wind blowing through the treetops while blowing a whistle seemed to become very far away, and it didn't have any relationship with him. The warm arms around him isolated the cold, dangerous, and lonely world.

He took a careful breath, and there was young and vigorous alpha pheromone in his nose, mixed with the smell of sweat.

This is the first time in his life he feels at ease surrounded by this kind of breath.

"...I haven't asked your name yet." The boy whispered while half-wake-up.

The special forces have a gun in one hand, and look around the dark and dangerous jungle: "Huh? It is against the rules to exchange names between contestants and hostages."

"Tell me..."

The special soldier pushed the boy back into his arms, and said helplessly: "Go and go...Don't tell others."

"Um."

"...My last name is Zhou."

"Week what?"

"..."

"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Sunday..."

"Zhou Rong!" The special soldier had a big head, and he slapped the young man's head as punishment, even though the action was soft enough to be called cautiously: "A warrior."

The young man finally expressed satisfaction with a slight "um".

"Next time you are in danger, call Brother Rong." The special soldier paused, his handsome face seemed a little red in the flames, and whispered: "Just call Brother Rong...I will save you wherever you are."

No matter how far away, I can get you.

Eleven years later, the city center where zombies fell. Sinan volleyed to catch the hook and was hugged by Zhou Rong, and the locomotive swung into the tide of zombies behind him.

The two embraced each other in the earth-shattering explosion and fell into the armored vehicle together.

"Menggui's surname Zhou, the army of soldiers. How about you?"

——noah.

My name is noah.

In the gloomy bungalow, Sinan twisted his brows and panted hoarsely, curled up in pain, and his body covered with electric shocks, soaked the mattress layer after layer with cold sweat.

The mountains are long and the rivers are far away, I haven't seen them for many years...

As you promised, please come and pick me up again at the end.