Undead: 43.Chapter 43

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06: 08am

Early morning on the third day.

Zhou Rong slumped on the eaves and exhaled exhaustedly at the moment when the back of the fish was blue in the eastern sky.

The last twenty-one bullets are left, four grenades, one tactical knife, one dagger, one assault step, one.

All drinking water is exhausted.

Although he was at the end of the crossbow, he actually spent two long nights in the city of zombies. Even Zhou Rong felt that there was some power in the dark to protect him.

But is Sinan still alive?

Looking at the vast sea of ​​corpses, where is he hiding in the corner of the city?

Zhou Rong glanced at his watch. Thirty-six hours have passed since Sinan went missing.

——Has he been discouraged, given up hope, even...dead?

No, no—Although there is no basis, Zhou Rong inexplicably feels that Sinan will not be killed so easily. The most likely possibility is that he is unarmed, unable to break through, and gradually loses confidence in the 118 team returning to pick him up. He is not knowing which corner he is hiding in and wiping his tears; or he is packing up and preparing to forcibly set off and walk to the outskirts of the city. Heliport.

Hold on again, Zhou Rong clenched his posterior molars and forced himself to sit up.

If the search has been completed for 48 hours and there is no result, just take a gamble and go to the airport. According to the actual situation, decide whether to sit back and wait, or to drive back to the city to continue the search.

"Hold on." He murmured, not knowing whether it was to himself or to Sinan who was smiling and waving at him in the void.

"As long as you hold on, you can always see you again."

Zhou Rong tightened the bandage on his left thigh, and was chased by the tide of zombies until he had nowhere to escape, he could only jump the tree. As a result, the wound pierced by a branch that was bigger than a palm no longer bleeds. Only dark coagulated blood was left on the dirty and yellow bandage, which looked a little scary at first glance, but luckily it didn't affect the movement.

Zhou Rong took the megaphone and jumped off the roof tiles, ignoring the zombies who were gathering up close at hand, leaping from the treetops to the street, and was about to continue roaring, suddenly he stopped.

——On the far corner of the street, a man walked into a hardware store with his back turned to him, and killed the zombies who were looking for noise in the store.

The man was wearing a hoodie and his back was extremely majestic. Zhou Rong looked at it and thought that he might be half a head taller than himself. Moreover, that person's Yao Ming-like height is even equipped with Tyson-like muscles, and at such a distance, it makes people feel like watching the rock mountain move on the flat ground.

There are still living people?

Zhou Rong pondered for a moment, without revealing himself, he followed silently.

·

"...ah...!"

Romuel turned over and pressed Sinan: "——Jane!"

The female alpha rushed into the room quickly, pressed Sinan's leg down, pressed her whole body on the ground, and handcuffed her left hand to the edge of the bed. The whole series of movements were extremely proficient, as if she had repeated it many times in the past day and night.

Si Nan's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he curled his body as best as he could, roaring in pain. Romuel motioned to the female apha named Jane to go out, and then straddled Sinan, suppressing all his struggles, pinching his chin and shouting: "Noah! Look at me!"

Si Nanchong turned a deaf ear.

"noah!"

Romuel pressed his ear to his ears and kept calling, the volume was so loud that even the dead could be awakened. After a few minutes, Sinan Hun's unhuman hissing and gasping gradually stopped, and he opened his eyes in a muddled manner.

"Look at me!" Romuel roared.

"..."

"What did you think of?" Romuel forced his bloodshot eyes into his eyes, and asked each word: "How did you connect with C**fang when you were at the White Eagle Base? Ultimate Antibody Where? Tell me!"

Si Nan moved his lips. But for more than ten hours without drinking water, the continuous high-intensity interrogation made him extremely tired, and it was difficult for him to make a sound.

Romuel made a cup of syrup with maple syrup, then came back and knelt down beside him, and said, "Drink it."

Si Nan, don't overdo it.

"Drink!"

No answer.

"It's the same as chocolate, isn't it?" Romuel finally gave up his efforts and asked coldly.

Si Nan didn't mean to respond at all, and closed his eyes.

This silent refusal like a copper wall and iron wall made Romuel helpless. He smashed the maple syrup water glass severely, and glass **** splashed all over the floor.

The room was very quiet for a while, and the cold wind was leaking through the windows, except for Romuel's forcibly suppressed angry gasps.

The suffocating stalemate lasted for several minutes.

"...Okay, I admit it." Romuel spoke again, unexpectedly not very angry, the ending could even be called calm and self-control. He said: "OK, I admit, I did the chocolate thing wrong."

——In Romuel’s life, when he uttered the three words "I was wrong", there are only a handful of times, and he may not even have heard of it twice.

But Sinan remained indifferent.

"I shouldn't let you turn on the electric shock device and use chocolate as an inducement to punish you when you are extremely weak."

"--but you know," Romulton paused, and then said coldly: "In the test scene, being bitten by a zombie would have been punished. As a fighter who receives special training, you and me I have experienced it. Although the intensity of the simulation you accepted is indeed greater than that of anyone in the White Eagles, and you think that using food as a means of inducing is an insult..."

Si Nan didn't respond.

"Are you listening to me on earth?"

"..."

Romuel took a deep breath to control his emotions: "Your naive persistence is meaningless, noah. Suppose if you are starving to death now, there is only a piece of chocolate in front of you. Will die, will you insist on this pale and ridiculous personality to me?"

What he didn't expect was that Sinan opened his eyes, turned his head, smiled and said, "No."

——The two words are so hoarse that they are almost inaudible, but the curvature of the corners of the mouth is real, and Romuel is dumbfounded.

"I have already started eating chocolate." Sinan said, smiling with undisguised malice:

"Someone gave it to me two days ago. I ate a large piece."

Romuel didn't know what to say at all, and was stunned.

Si Nan sat on the ground and put his head and neck on the edge of the bed again, as if those two sentences had exhausted all his energy.

Noah's true character has an extremely extreme and inexplicable side, which Romuel has always known. If you insist on comparing it with a normal person, he actually looks like a child in some respects, he is still particularly naive and vengeful.

He hates others and hates himself.

When the hunger is unbearable, he will have an extremely strong demand for the inducer-chocolate, and is willing to accept Romuel's conditions, press the electric shock device himself, and endure the double torture of physical pain and mental insult.

But he will also develop stress disorder later, and since then completely refuse chocolate, and even conditioned vomiting whenever he eats this food.

Romuel has observed that his vomiting is the same as some anorexia. In the initial stage, he forced himself out of self-punishment and aversion. But it soon evolved into a real stress response, and for a time I couldn't even touch anything with chocolate flavor.

——paranoid, self-control, stubborn. Once you identify something, you will continue to strengthen your self-awareness, which will be deeply burned into your mind and catalyzed as part of your instinct.

This personality is usually not changed.

Romuel didn't expect at all that his so-called younger brother would be able to overthrow his self-consciousness one day if he hadn't lied.

Romuel moved somewhere deep in his heart, as if he wanted to try something, but stopped talking.

For a long while, he coughed with complicated meaning, and pulled down the zipper of the jacket, revealing a corner of the inner scarf: "...noah."

"Look at this, noah." He squeezed Sinan's chin and made him look at him, but this time his hand was softened a lot: "Do you remember?"

It was a very ordinary dark gray cashmere scarf with no patterns and very thin texture, because the edges of the old relationship had been worn out. In fact, it did not match Romuel's high-class social elite temperament.

Si Nan glanced at him.

"The year my mother died, I flew from New York to Los Angeles to attend her funeral, and you were there." Romuel slowly said: "After the funeral, I walked into the woods alone. It was raining suddenly. You came over and gave me this scarf..."

"'Isn't it cold to stay like this?' You asked me at the time. And my response was to wave off the scarf and yell at you to get away. You didn't speak any more, looked at me for a while, turned and walked out Woods."

Many years later, Romuel could clearly recall all the details of that scene, including his brother’s pale face wrapped in a black coat, his eyelashes that were especially wet from the rain, and turning away without a word. When going away, the arc of the clothes corners in the air.

I was impressed because it was the first time in his life that Noah proactively spoke to him with such a soft attitude.

But it was the last time, so Romuel never had the opportunity to verify the conjecture he repeated countless times later-if he responded with a completely different attitude at the time, would many things be different from then on? ?

"When I left Los Angeles the next day, I returned to the woods and picked up your scarf, and it has been preserved to this day."

Romuel took off the scarf from his neck and stared at Sinan's calm eyes at close range:

"I brought it with me before I went to China this time, because I know that an unprecedented disaster has already begun, and mankind is likely to be extinct from the earth. Then today when you and I meet again in the last days, many have not had time to start. What has already ended, is there a chance to go back to before it happened and start again?"

"—If you agree, tell me where the ultimate antibody is." Romuel said in a low voice, almost whispering: "After the vaccine is developed, mankind will build the ultimate security fortress. Both you and me Can be the first people to enter the fortress of security...I promise that all painful past events will always be memories. I will let you live a good life, a good life that you could not even imagine before."

"Really," he said solemnly, "as long as you believe me."

After a long period of silence, Sinan said softly: "I never believed in you."

"I know." Romulton paused and asked, "But like chocolate, those things that you thought would stick to the end, eventually changed, didn't they?"

Si Nan raised his right hand, which was not handcuffed, and used **** to touch the frayed edge of the scarf that had been worn for many years.

Romuel looked at him, his eyes full of encouragement, and there was a faint trace of expectation that he hadn't noticed himself.

"..." Sinan suddenly smiled.

The smile was weak, but with an unmistakable weirdness, so he let go and shook his head.

"What?" Romuel couldn't help asking.

"I don't remember," Sinan said with a smile, "but I am not someone who can do this kind of thing, especially to you. So either you are lying..."

"I don't have one!"

"Really?" Sinan said lazily, "That should be because I wanted to strangle you with a scarf while you were in the order, and I was misunderstood."

Romuel suddenly got up, his face mixed with green and red; however, before he could say anything, Sinan's last words successfully became the lead that ignited his anger:

"You are too affectionate,'brother.'" Sinan sympathized, "just like your father treated my mother...she didn't give him a straight eye until she died."

Suddenly there was a sharp snarling in the room: "Jane!"

The female alpha pushed the door quickly, and saw her boss standing by the bed, turning her head, her pupils had completely turned into a horrible dark gray.

"Confessional." He gritted his teeth, his anger made every word chilling:

"...Bring in all the confessionals!"

·

Abbas casually shot a few half-corrupted zombies in the alley, and stepped into the courtyard with a cardboard box. He saw his female teammate standing under the locust tree with arms folded, and the floor came from the closed door. The loud noise of being hit, and the sound of rustling when the debris falls over.

"You are back?" Jane took out the cigarette from her mouth: "Have you any gains?"

Abbas silently put down the cardboard box and took out the contents one by one.

Batteries, knives, hardware parts, half a pot of motor oil, and a small half bottle of liquor.

Jane picked up the liquor bottle, raised her head and took a sip, and said: "This place is not good, the southern coastal area is much richer. Have you seen a living person?"

Abbas shook his head.

Suddenly Jane glanced behind him and shouted sharply: "Who?"

Abbas turned his head abruptly, and the two looked at the courtyard wall covered by the canopy.

There was no movement for a few seconds, and then the bushes moved, and a black shadow screamed sternly, and ran across the wall like a wind—it was a skinny gray cat.

"Gadgets," Jane sneered, whether it was the cat or the people in the house.

Abbas took a muffled sentence: "When you first joined the White Eagles, you didn't say that when you were trained in the army."

Jane laughed: "So don't you think it would be nice to see such a person being abused?"

"..."

"Especially a cruel and high-ranking instructor like him, the kind of style that never has to look at people directly... torturing this kind of person really feels great."

Abbas thought for a while, before saying anything, the door opened.

Romuel strode out with a violent suit, without seeing his two subordinates standing at attention: "North."

Jane didn't react: "What?"

"The plane crashed to the north." Romuel said coldly, "He must have left things there. Abbas, get him in the car and get ready to go."

The cast-of-steel man responded, lowered his head and got into the house, and when he came out a moment later, he carried a coma and motionless figure on his shoulders.

At the corner of the courtyard wall, Zhou Rong's pupils tightened silently after the trees were hidden.

——Although vaguely anticipated along the way, when I saw it with my own eyes, the steel needle pierced his heart and lungs instantly, stabbing his internal organs with **** spasms.

That is Sinan.

Si Nan will not be close to the unfamiliar alpha, let alone being easily caught. Zhou Rong could almost imagine the scene at the time: Sinan, who was thirsty and hungry, heard the sound of a car coming from a distance, thinking it was Team 118 who came back to save himself, and ran out of the hiding place happily, shouting at the car; He found that it was too late when the visitor was bad. The opponent was not only three well-trained alphas, but also armed with live ammunition...

Zhou Rong forcibly suppressed the hot sniff and held onto the wall.

His nails dig deep into the wall, leaving four clear white marks on the old masonry, and a trace of blood overflows between the nails.

What should I do now?

Zhou Rong landed silently and quickly moved to the corner of the courtyard gate, his entire body hidden behind the wall, and he looked back at the three alphas from behind the sight.

Two men and one woman, the man who gave the order made him feel familiar for some reason, but it was too late to think about it.

Under the current shooting conditions, Zhou Rong determined that he could kill this person with one shot with his own marksmanship, or at least make the target incapacitated; but the opponent still has two mobile forces left, what if Sinan is used as a cover?

They have a car. Once they drive away, it will be difficult to catch up. What will they do to Sinan? !

The muzzle was slightly offset, and Zhou Rong narrowed his eyes when the sight was replaced by the strong man who held Sinan.

If you snipe this person, Sinan will have the opportunity to break free and escape quickly; but from this perspective, Sinan is motionless and may have lost consciousness...

Calm down, Zhou Rong told himself, calm down.

He has worked in places with the most stringent political review and the highest security level in the country, he has personally protected the top leaders, and has also been responsible for the safety of more than a dozen foreign guests at the head of state level.

He has experienced many dangers and made many merits; on professional issues, Zhou Rong's official record of error rate has always been zero.

——He has never felt like he is now, feeling a trace of uncontrollable anxiety and anger, crawling along the spine and full of nerves throughout his body.

Zhou Rong's muzzle moved to the left, the front sight was on Romuel's leg, and his index finger pulled the trigger.

——But at this moment, the female alpha shouted out: "What's the matter!"

Zhou Rong tilted his head.

Si Nan convulsed suddenly in a coma, whimpered like a beast, and fell to the ground!

He has been on a hunger strike for nearly 72 hours, and all aspects of his functions are extremely weak, but the strength of this struggle makes Abbas unable to stop him. He fell to the ground by surprise, and quickly shouted: "Come and help!"

Romuel and Jane flew up, and Abbas grabbed Sinan's arm, and the sound of dislocated elbows was heard clearly.

However, Sinan seemed to suddenly lose his pain, and even the heart-piercing pain did not slow down his movements by half; between the sparks and the fire, he twisted his elbows backwards and smashed his body. On the back of Abbas, the other elbow slammed into the opponent's cervical spine!

Abbas roared with pain, and threw Sinan Fei out--

At this moment, Zhou Rong pulled the trigger three times.

The first bullet hit Abbas’ calf, and the strong man fell to his knees;

The second bullet hit the female alpha's shoulder, and the gun in her hand flew out far away before being pulled;

The third bullet flew into the air, and Romuel turned around in a flash, sending out a series of bullets at Zhou Rong's hiding place!

Zhou Rong quickly avoided, the brick wall was beaten to dust!

"There!" Romuel roared, striding towards the brick wall while suppressing Zhou Rong with high firepower!

"Sir!" Jane's deafening scream blew up: "Come back! He's out of control!"

I saw Sinan stood up swayingly, his pupils extremely dilated, and his eyes were bloodshot, and his pale face was covered with blood. He was alive like a frantic zombie; he moved his elbow twisted in a strange posture, "Ka Wipe!" He reset it, staring straight at Abbas.

He roared slowly in his chest—the sound was like a confused and mad whine of a trapped beast before it died.

Killing them, there is a voice repeating in his mind.

Everyone turned into ambiguous zombies, and the hallucinations caused by overdose of confessionals kept flashing in front of him, and he couldn't see the faces in front of him at all.

Kill them.

All moving things are zombies, kill them.

In an instant, Abbas felt cold and shuffled back two steps. Then he saw Sinan rushing forward. He didn't even have time to dodge, and knocked him backward with a punch!

The female alpha yelled, clutching her injured shoulder and rushing towards Sinan.

Zhou Rongfei walked on the wall, against the rain of bullets, and pressed down Romuel. At that moment, all the bullets were rubbed against his carotid artery, and the two shot each other's guns at the same time. The ak47 poured the bullets into the air, and in the blink of an eye, it thumped most of the ground and brick walls. Circle crater!

Zhou Rong held Romuel's throat with an elbow and roared: "Sinan!"

Si Nan raised his head.

At the moment of his death, Zhou Rong saw his eyes, and his heart sank.

Si Nan's eyes were dizzy, blood vessels burst, and the person was so thin that he looked scarier than he was on the construction site that day, and even felt bloodthirsty like a living dead.

——Si Nan can't recognize him anymore.

He looked at Zhou Rong's gaze, and looked at the other three alphas, and even looked at the zombies.