Reality didn't give Sinan much time to hesitate.

A few seconds later, the SUV slowly started and drove out of the gas station.

Sinan's last bit of rationality as a warrior suppressed his hunger. He didn't immediately choose to move forward, but instead took a few steps back to hide. The SUV turned around and slowly drove straight down the street.

What are they doing?

Sinan looked around. Not far away, more than a dozen cars and scooters had crashed into each other. It was a tragic scene.

Apart from that, there was no other vehicle in sight, not even a bicycle in good condition.

The SUV drove farther and farther away and gradually drove out of sight.

Sinan gritted his teeth and chased after it.

"Someone is following us." In the SUV, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a muffled voice.

The blonde female Alpha sitting next to him was looking at her fingers. Hearing this, she immediately looked up, but in the rearview mirror, she only saw a group of zombies slowly chasing after the car and quickly being left behind. "Where?

Who is it? "

"I didn't see clearly, they hid too quickly."

The rear compartment was slightly bumpy as the vehicle moved forward, but Romuir's voice didn't come.

"Probably survivors."

The female Alpha muttered, "Drive faster, Abar, get rid of them, we still have to search for the next survivor base."

Abar stepped on the gas pedal, the front bumper of the car slammed into a few zombies and roared away in a cloud of dust.

The city became a paradise for the undead. Every reinforced concrete building on both sides of the street became a huge coffin, rooted straight into the ground and towering into the clouds.

The cold wind swept through the desolate streets. The bus station, supermarket, and school were empty. Trash and plastic bags chased each other in the dust and were stepped on by zombies.

The SUV passed through the neighborhood. In the side mirror, the trees on the wall suddenly moved without anyone noticing.

"They are still following," Abar said.

This time, the female Alpha also noticed the movement and couldn't help but be alert, "Are there a lot of people?"

She looked back at her commander. In the back seat, Romuir finally stopped wiping the dagger in his hand, "Only one."

He didn't raise his head and said indifferently, "Drive slowly. Put a stop in front and see who it is."

His heart was beating rapidly and irregularly in his chest. Sinan panted and felt cold sweat running down his temples. If this continued, he would soon be dehydrated.

Should he give up?

Or should he think of a way to get to the front of the car and take a gamble to call for help?

Sinan's strong instincts made him not inclined to the latter, but he had been chasing for half a day, and he did not want to give up just like that.

Just as he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, the SUV in front of him suddenly turned into a long alley filled with bungalows.

There was a chance.

Si Nan ran two steps, jumped from the wall to the treetops, and then jumped onto the roof. Like a light and agile cat, he shuttled quickly on the roofs of the connected bungalows and stopped silently at the end of the eaves.

The SUV stopped in front of a house. The driver opened the trunk, carried half a box of mineral water, and walked into the house as if it was their temporary base.

Sinan leaned on the eaves and looked down at the things in the trunk. He was stunned for a moment – so many supplies!

Boxes of compressed biscuits and canned meat, dehydrated fruits and vegetables, high-protein food, various energy drinks, warm clothes and blankets, equipment for starting a fire and generating electricity …

Sinan swallowed his saliva and carefully observed the surrounding environment. He quickly planned a course of action and retreat. He thought to himself, "I'll just steal a can.

Just one, enough to last me until I reach the suburban heliport alive. "

After making up his mind, Sinan quietly jumped off the eaves like a vigilant and cautious snow leopard. When he landed, he didn't make the slightest sound. He immediately came to the trunk and reached out for the luncheon meat.

At this moment, his nerves tightened and he suddenly tilted his head.

The tip of the knife brushed past his cheek!

Sinan quickly turned around. When he caught a glimpse of the attacker's face, he was stunned for a moment. The other party was a strong white female Alpha. Her face was quite beautiful.

But for some reason, the moment he caught a glimpse of the female Alpha, alarm bells suddenly went off in his head. A very bad feeling mixed with disgust rose from the bottom of his heart. It was as if he had seen her somewhere before.

The female Alpha was also stunned. She subconsciously asked in English, "You, how did you …"

In the thousandth of a second when she was stunned, Sinan decisively withdrew. He didn't even want the can that was almost in his hand. He retreated a few meters away.

"Stop!"

The female Alpha shouted. The huge driver from before rushed out of the house and raised his gun to shoot!

Sinan angrily said, "I just want to get something to eat!"

Before he finished his words, he rolled on the ground and dodged a row of bullets. The female Alpha shouted a few words to the driver, and then the two of them chased after him at the same time.

Normally, even if the other party had a gun, Sinan wouldn't be too afraid of the joint attack of two Alphas.

But he was in an extremely bad state. The exhaustion caused by the fever and lack of water was quickly eating away at his body. In a situation where the other party was obviously going to kill him, it was not worth risking his life for a little food.

Sinan waved his arm to block the driver's flying kick. In a split second, he was pushed back a few steps by the huge force. He bent down like a weeping willow to avoid the dagger thrown by the female Alpha.

The dagger spun and heavily nailed into the wall. Sinan once again sidestepped to avoid the driver's heavy blow. He pulled out the dagger and jumped up the wall.

The female Alpha shouted something in English. In an instant, Sinan understood. She said, "– Change the tranquilizer!"

Sinan's eyebrows twitched. The moment he landed on the wall, he bent down and jumped again. He grabbed the eaves and felt his ankle go numb.

The tranquilizer needle brushed past his skin.

Shit!

Sinan Xin cursed. He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue. While the numbness hit, he used the pain to maintain a trace of consciousness. He staggered a few steps along the eaves. Suddenly, he found that there was a person lying in ambush in front of him!

It was a white, male, about thirty years old. He was slowly standing up from the roof.

Sinan had no time to think about why the other party's expression was so strange and his movements were so slow. It was as if he was confirming a dream that would shatter with a touch.

He just wanted to quickly escape from the group of Alphas. He would rather kill his way back into the zombie crowd and find a supermarket or a small store. Even if he had to pick up some scattered grains of rice to eat, he would never get close to these people again.

"… Noah," Romuir called in a low voice.

Si Nan rushed to the back of the eaves, but Luo Muir dodged to stop him. The moment the two crossed each other, Si Nan teleported on the spot. Luo Muir didn't see his movements clearly, but he felt a breeze sliding down his arm.

– This speed can be described as light and agile, Romuir thought.

He didn't know how many times he had seen it, but he was familiar with it.

Romuir narrowed his eyes and swept his leg like a thunderbolt. Sinan couldn't dodge and could only block the attack. He reached out and was about to grab his neck.

However, at the same time, Sinan grabbed Romuir's arm as if he had the help of God. He spun around and stuck close to Romuir.

Romuir instantly realized what he was going to do. He paused subtly.

The next second, the blade was on his throat. Sinan hid behind him. He faced the female Alpha and the driver who were chasing after him and shouted, "Stop!"

The two stopped at the same time and looked at each other with Romuir. The atmosphere became tense.

Romuir shook his head very slightly and stopped the two men from coming forward, "Noah."

"…" Sinan held the blade with his right hand and pressed it against Romuir's throat, forcing him to step back step by step. "Who are you?"

"You can't run," Romuir said.

Sinan repeatedly closed and opened his eyes, forcing himself to stay awake in the growing dizziness. He didn't hear the extremely complicated and indescribable meaning in those simple words.

"You can't run."

Romuir repeated again, this time as if he was talking to himself, as if he was making some kind of oath to himself.

Sinan pressed the blade against his throat and said hoarsely, "Shut up!

Who are you?

What are you doing here? "

Romuir said, "Your body temperature is very high … You have a fever."

The roof tiles suddenly shattered. Sinan twisted his foot. His calf, which had been grazed by the anesthetic needle, was finally completely numb. He could barely support the weight of his body, causing him to stagger in extreme dizziness.

I just want to steal a can to eat … he thought vaguely.

It seemed that petty theft really couldn't be done.

Sinan's hand holding Romuir loosened slightly, as if he wanted to use the last of his strength to escape by himself.

However, he overestimated his resistance to anesthetics. After a few seconds, he staggered to his knees. Before his knees touched the ground, a pair of hands reached out from the side.

"…" Sinan muttered a curse, but it wasn't clear what it was. Then his body sank.

Under the effect of the drug, he finally fell into a short sleep without hunger, regret, or disappointment.

"Systolic blood pressure 79, diastolic blood pressure 40, body temperature 39.5 degrees."

"Give him a nutrient injection."

The door of the bungalow opened, and the cold afternoon wind whistled through the hall.

The female Alpha and the driver looked up and saw Romuir step through the threshold, gesturing expressionlessly.

It meant to tell them to get out.

The two men stood up tacitly and left.

The door closed again. Romuir walked to the bedside and looked down at the prey he had caught.

The residential building facing the north was already backlit, and in the gloomy winter, it was even darker and damper.

The bed was very small and low, and the prey shouldn't feel very comfortable. Romuir's gaze fell between his eyebrows, and there was a slight wrinkle there. It seemed that there was still a lot of dissatisfaction in his sleep.

But when he lay there unconscious, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of extremely soft and ethereal light, making the simple and messy bungalow and the narrow and old window lattices look particularly charming.

This wasn't the first time Romuir had this feeling.

He exhaled and finally sat on the edge of the bed. He looked down at the familiar face in front of him and confirmed again where the glimmer came from — it was too white.

It was like a beautiful white marble that had been polished and carved over and over again, and after the baptism of time, it was still as clean as new. In the world that was getting older and older, it still glowed with an innocent and piercingly cold brilliance.

Why?

He thought mockingly. This was obviously a monster.

His mother was a bitch who charmed his father after getting married and having children. He was also a natural-born transformed monster that exceeded the ethics of ordinary people.

Romuir slowly reached out his hand, but he didn't really touch it. He slid it across Sinan's unconscious cheek from a finger's distance away.

He still remembered that when he was very young, he had sat in the garden full of anger and jealousy, waiting for the car carrying "that woman" to pass by. He wanted to see what the face that his father couldn't forget for so many years would look like.

He had forgotten the specific facial features of the woman, but the moment he saw it with his own eyes, her soul-stirring charm and the resulting twisted disgust were deeply retained in his heart.

The kind of beauty that symbolized an ominous attraction and foreshadowed a tragic fate.

It was exactly the same as his younger brother in name.

In the beginning, he had wanted to murder this weak and bullied child more than once. In the gorgeous and decaying manor, it was actually very easy to achieve this goal.

But one night, under the cover of the servants, he sneaked into Noah's bedroom and stared at his adopted brother. Just as he was contemplating whether to strangle or strangle him, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a layer of invisible halo around his body.

It was like warm water flowing over white porcelain, spreading out a soft and subtle meaning.

It could be the sparkle of the fountain in the garden, or it could be an illusion caused by the cold moonlight.

He was a monster, he told himself.

He decided to strangle this little monster with his own hands.

He put his hand on Noah's thin neck, and then Noah woke up. He began to struggle, scream, and make banging sounds in the struggle. The housekeeper and servants were alerted, and his father hurried over to announce the end of the murder.

That happened when he was eleven and Noah was six.

Since then, he had never been able to get close to the sleeping and defenseless Noah like he did today, because he would wake up as soon as he got close.

It was as if the childish murder under the moonlight many years ago had left a deep imprint on his subconscious. Even in his sleep, it was enough to alarm his most sensitive nerves.

Romuir's fingers finally fell and brushed past the ends of his closed eyelashes.

The eyelashes were as fine as crow's feathers, and people who were used to shooting guns would have calluses on their fingertips. In fact, it was impossible to feel such a subtle touch.

But Romuir's breathing was a little tight, and he slowly leaned down.

The breathing distance between the two was less than two inches. Sinan suddenly opened his eyes.

Romuir paused, and their eyes met for a few seconds. He smiled and sat up. "Noah."

The effect of the anesthetic was still there. Sinan's vision was unfocused for a long time before it finally focused on Romuir's face, and a clear and undisguised vigilance slowly emerged in his eyes.

"You … are …"

"Do you still remember who I am?" Romuir looked at his expression. "Well, it seems that there really are aftereffects."

Sinan was a little absent-minded. The high fever had not subsided, and his chest heaved uncomfortably.

"When I saw you lying here just now, I remembered the year when you first entered the secret military base in Florida …" Romuir did not seem to care whether Sinan could understand or not. He laughed briefly to himself. "At that time, I had already been in the base for a few years. One night, on a whim, I went to your room to take a look when I was patrolling the dormitory.

"You slept very peacefully, and even made a little snoring sound.

But when I approached your bed, you suddenly woke up before I could stand still. It was as if you were guarding against me sneaking in and doing something bad to you. "

"…" Sinan's dry throat forced out a sound. "I don't know … what are you talking about …"

"It's okay," Romuir said. "Anyway, so many years have passed. I just want to tell you.

I didn't want to murder you that night. "

He seemed to find it very interesting and laughed. However, the friendly expression of this normal person on his handsome face somehow made Si Nan feel a sense of disgust as if being pricked by needles.

He unconsciously squeezed into the bed, and his protruding wrist caught the handcuffs.

Romuir did not care about this action.

Romuir picked up a jar of maple sugar from the bedside and slowly opened the cap. Under Sinan's sudden gaze, he scooped out a spoonful of golden sweet syrup. "Do you know why you are sick?"

"…"

"Because there is not enough sugar.

Your modified body requires a lot of sugar. Otherwise, you will quickly weaken, and your cardiopulmonary metabolism and respiratory function will be affected. In serious cases, you may even … die. "

"Whether you have been hiding alone or with someone during this period," Romuir showed a mocking smile. "The other party obviously did not give you the most basic care."

Sinan said hoarsely, "… They will come back to me."

Romuir seemed to have heard a joke. "Oh?

Come back to the city center where millions of zombies wander to you? "

Sinan seemed to have been stabbed hard and did not speak.

Romuir put down the jar of maple sugar and held the sweet and fragrant soup spoon firmly in his right hand. His left thumb gently rubbed Sinan's forehead. "Noah."

Sinan did not speak.

"Kiss me.

Just one.

Just like you kissed the special forces soldier surnamed Zhou. "

Romuir tempted him with a gentle voice. "This whole jar is yours, okay?"

Sinan's eyebrows were slightly surprised, as if he had heard something that confused him. But then, he glanced at Romuir with obvious disgust in his eyes. He pursed his thin lips that had cracked because of thirst, turned his face to the inner wall and closed his eyes.

He was so decisive that there was not a trace of sloppiness.

Romuir seemed to have expected this. Not only did he not fly into a rage, but his smile deepened. "Good … very good."

He casually splashed the spoon of maple syrup and pulled out a shiny silver suitcase. He opened it and took out an instrument and a coil. He tied the red and blue wires around Sinan's wrists that were restrained by the handcuffs and had no strength to struggle.

Sinan seemed to feel something. He suddenly opened his eyes and struggled upward!

— — Electric shock device!

In an instant, the disordered memories in the dream came crashing down. The face of the hateful blond young man in the laboratory overlapped with the face in front of him. They were the same person!

Romuir pressed Sinan's neck with one hand and pushed him back onto the bed. He looked down at his eyes that were particularly bright because of hatred and asked, "Where is the freezer that you carried with you after the crash?"

Sinan did not know what he was talking about. He pursed his lips tightly.

"Where is it?"

There was still no answer.

"I should have known …" Romuir nodded slowly and took a self-deprecating breath. "Tenderness really does not suit you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and pressed the electric shock device.