The door was pushed open, and Romuir nodded to his subordinate standing in the front yard with a gun. "Jane."

The female Alpha turned around, only to find that her commanding officer's face was unexpectedly ugly. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and his pupils were showing signs of gray — a sign that he was about to lose control of his emotions.

"Colonel, you …"

"Self-Bleaching agent."

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

Romuir slammed the door behind him.

Sinan's whole body looked like he had just been fished out of cold water. His wet hair covered his snow-white face, and the pale blue veins on his arms and neck were bulging. Even his closed eyelids were faintly visible with blue lines.

But it was useless. Romuir knew that he had been trained to resist electric shocks.

Romuir hit the air in the syringe, grabbed one of Sinan's hands, gritted his teeth, and injected the entire syringe.

The self-bleaching agent was prepared before he went to Hua, but according to experience, this agent did not allow the user to obtain detailed information with high precision, and there was a certain degree of misleading.

Worse, sometimes the self-bleaching agent did not immediately allow the user to recall all the answers, but would slowly take effect over a week. In short, it was not a very convenient tool for torture.

If it was not for the fact that he was at his wit's end, he did not intend to use this method.

Sinan began to struggle in a trance, and the handcuffs clanked, but Romuir held him down tightly.

"Where is the ultimate antibody?"

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

Sinan gasped, and his eyelids opened a little, but he could not see anything at all.

"Did you inject it?"

Romuir asked several times in English and Chinese, forcing him to look at him. "Did you inject the antibody?"

Antibody …

Ultimate antibody …

Sinan gasped, as if he was bobbing in the deep sea. The endless sea blocked all sound, and it seeped into his body through his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and even every inch of his pores, squeezing his internal organs into a ball.

"No antibodies," he heard a sorrowful female voice say slowly.

In a trance he became very small, and the Twelve looked down at him from the painted windows of the church, and then they had to bend their necks completely to see the white carved cross piercing the heavens.

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

The priest asked, "Have you decided, madam?"

"I pulled him back from hell, but I couldn't completely bring him back to the human world.

He was not alive, but he was not dead either.

He wandered around my laboratory, day after day, autumn passed and winter came, sobbing in loneliness and resentment … "

Tears flowed down her beautiful cheeks, wetting the white flowers on her chest.

"The Magic Box of Pan Duola has been opened. Disasters, plagues, viruses, and pain have flown out laughing. They will cover the land before winter and destroy the world before spring."

"I can't do anything. There is no antidote in the world that can save all of this. I can only close the Magic Box again with my own hands …"

The woman walked forward and took a black wooden box from the priest's hands. She opened it and took out a green test tube that was as thick as two fingers and placed it on the coffin. Then she pulled out a burning torch from the wall.

Xiao Sinan took half a step back in fear.

Under the reflection of the fire, the green test tube was like the teeth of a poisonous snake, shining with a charming and deadly light.

"… Let the punishment of humans for stealing the fire seed of the gods be completely annihilated under the burning fire …"

Suddenly the door was knocked open. The woman turned around in shock, and bullets flew through the air, hitting the torch in her hand far away.

Soldiers flooded into the church, crying and cursing drowned out everything.

Sinan was caught in the fleeing crowd and fell. The soldiers rushed forward like wolves and tigers and took the test tube from the woman's hand.

"Report, report, the virus stock has been successfully obtained …"

"Run!" The woman's shrill roar pierced through the chaos, "Run —!"

All the scenes that followed overlapped in his memory, forming countless grotesque images.

Sinan only remembered that the ground kept shaking, but that was actually him stumbling backward. The last scene before his consciousness completely disappeared was that the soldier opened the freezer and carefully placed the green test tube in the white steam curling up.

It was just an insignificant detail, but for some reason, it was very clear after so many years, vivid and dazzling in the faded time.

On the lid of the freezer, there was a cast of an expressionless White Eagle with its wings spread open.

On the metal ceiling of the laboratory, there was a relief sculpture of a White Eagle.

The last drop of green liquid in the needle was injected into the spine. After a few minutes of silence, under everyone's gaze, the body of the dead man twitched, and a muffled roar came from the bottom of his chest.

There was applause, and the experimenters congratulated and hugged each other. Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation — the dead man staggered and fell, grabbed the nearest experimenter, and bit the ankle of the experimenter!

It screamed and struggled, blood splattered everywhere, and then it ran away.

Sinan stood behind the glass wall at the top of the laboratory, looking down at the group of people who repeatedly pounded on the door and shouted in despair.

The living dead threw away the half-eaten corpse and crawled on the floor toward them step by step, a long trail of black blood trailing behind it.

Sinan raised his gun, but he did not move until the person behind him was reflected in the glass window, "Noah."

Sinan pulled the trigger.

With a soft sound, the zombie that was only two or three steps away from the terrified group was shot in the head, and its brains splattered all over the floor.

"What were you doing just now?" the person asked coldly.

Sinan did not answer. He turned around, threw away the empty gun, adjusted his cuffs, and walked out.

However, the moment he brushed past Sinan, Romuir suddenly grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the glass wall, staring into Sinan's cold eyes at close range.

"You could have killed it as soon as you found out that the experiment had failed. Why didn't you do it?"

Sinan did not say a word.

"You deliberately watched that test subject get bitten to death because he tortured you when you were young," Romuir said softly. "Isn't that right?"

Their eyes met for a long time, and Sinan's lips curved slightly.

His lips were very pale. If it was someone who did not know him, they would think that his smile was very beautiful at first glance, and even a little soft.

"You tore up my request to destroy the virus and terminate the experiment again, didn't you?"

Romuir's eyebrows twitched.

"It doesn't matter," Sinan interrupted him before he could explain himself. His voice was slightly hoarse as usual, and if one ignored the sarcasm, it was actually very pleasant to hear. "Anyway, it's the last time."

Sinan broke free from his grip and walked toward the door. Romuir looked at his straight back and shouted, "How many times do I have to say it, Noah!

The 'Pan Duola' virus is a breakthrough in extending human life and bringing the dead back to life. From now on, there will be no gods, and humans can achieve eternity by themselves! "

Sinan did not look back.

"Your mother's experiment failed because she did not unlock the final code of the virus. That is the key to the secret of eternal life.

Just like the last thing in the Pan Duola Box, hope, it is now time for humans to release it.

Only by persevering, the last code can … "

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

Romuir crossed his arms and frowned. Sinan turned his face to him.

From this angle, he was actually very similar to his mother. There was an indescribable look in his eyes.

"The last thing left in the Box is an unrealistic fantasy. In the myths, it paved the way to hell controlled by Ajax."

"Just like what you have done today, when the Box is opened again, the last code of the virus will bury humanity and drag the whole world into hell …"

"But what does that have to do with me?" Sinan paused and smiled. "I won't die anyway."

Romuir froze in place and watched him walk out steadily.

Lightning broke through the dark clouds, and rain poured down. The scattered tombstones in the cemetery were soaked in rain, showing a salty grayish-black color.

A helicopter slowly landed with a roar. A few plainclothes Chinese men with flashlights jumped into the muddy cemetery. However, Sinan did not look back.

He stood in front of the tombstone, his lips cold and soft, muttering unknown scriptures. He kissed the brass pendant on his chest and let the water drip from the edge of the raincoat's hood.

The flashlights approached quickly, and the footsteps were cautious in the pouring rain. Finally, someone coughed and said in Chinese, "Sir."

Sinan was indifferent.

The man said cautiously, "… Old Mr. Guo asked us to give you something as promised."

He stepped forward, his footsteps splashing the muddy water. In his arms was a bouquet of wet white roses.

Sinan stopped praying and stood quietly for a moment under everyone's gaze. Then, he reached out and took out a rose, bent down, and inserted it in front of the tombstone.

This agreed action made everyone breathe a sigh of relief at the same time. The man could not hide his excitement. "Hello, we have been trying for a long time, but we have not had a chance to successfully contact you.

Old Mr. Guo has completed all the preparations, and the people in charge of the confinement room in the White Eagle Base have been arranged … "

Sinan spoke. To the man's surprise, his Chinese was smoother than expected.

"Where is the receiver?"

The man was stunned and said, "It's Old Mr. Guo's personal aide."

Sinan shook his head.

No one knew what he meant. The cemetery fell into silence for a moment, and only the roar of the heavy rain could be heard.

The plainclothes men exchanged glances. After a long while, Sinan slowly spoke.

"Your government has a secret unit of the highest standard, numbered 118, with eight squadrons."

The man quickly responded after a short consideration, "Okay, please continue."

However, Sinan did not care whether he agreed or not. Even his calm tone did not change in the slightest.

"There is a squadron leader surnamed Zhou in the 118 Brigade. I request this person to bring Deputy Minister Guo's only grandson to the scene to pick me up.

If I don't see these two people when I get off the plane, I will immediately kill the receiver on the grounds that I suspect my identity has been exposed and leave with the target.

If the safety of the target or myself is threatened during the process, as a punishment, I will also kill Deputy Minister Guo's grandson before leaving. "

"From then on, you will not be able to find me in the vast sea of people."

Sinan turned around, his rain boots squeaking in the muddy water.

The leading agent said in a deep voice, "No problem, all your requests will be fulfilled. We will immediately convey them to Old Mr. Guo."

Sinan smiled. "Old Mr. Guo knows that I don't trust anyone …"

He walked out of the cemetery under the gazes of the plainclothes men around him. His calm voice gradually faded in the rain.

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

It was the height of summer when he was fifteen years old. The tropical rainforest was flourishing with plants, and the sun shone brightly in the dark green broad-leaved forest.

A young special forces soldier was sleeping with his palms crossed. His face was smeared with mud and oil paint, but one could still see his handsome and unruly features from his high brow bone, straight nose, and angular cheeks.

A teenager stepped on the soft fallen leaves on the ground and carefully tiptoed over. He squatted beside the Special Forces soldier, not making a sound like a cat.

He held his breath and pinched a small ant between his fingers, wanting to put it on the Special Forces soldier's nose.

However, just as he was about to succeed, the special forces soldier suddenly turned around and pounced on the young man without opening his eyes. He pressed the young man under his body like a predator and scratched the young man's neck and armpit without any explanation.

"Hahaha …" The teenager laughed so hard that he could not breathe. He hurriedly begged for mercy. "I was wrong, I was wrong. I'll compensate you with fruits … Hahaha!"

The teenager took out a small handful of dark red berries from his trouser pocket, but before he could speak, the Special Forces soldier straightened up and took out an even redder and bigger fruit from his pocket. Under the teenager's shocked gaze, the Special Forces soldier teased, "Who's the one who wants to eat, huh?"

The bonfire burned brightly, illuminating the flying insects circling around the fire and the dark forest within a radius of a few meters.

The teenager sat cross-legged by the fire and lazily peeled the skin of the fruit. He drawled, "Why are the berries you picked sweeter than mine …"

The corners of his soft lips were dyed red by the fruit juice. The Special Forces soldier walked around setting up the hammock and kept looking back. He stared at the teenager's nonchalant side profile without blinking. He said casually, "Who knows? I walked a few miles to find it. It's your fault for not eating proper food."

"I don't eat energy paste."

"Only you know how to pick."

The Special Forces soldier finished setting up the hammock and tested its sturdiness.

The teenager looked at his busy back and rested his chin on one hand. "Bro, you've been keeping watch for a few nights. Let me do it tonight …"

"You're keeping watch?

What if a beast comes and carries you away? "

"I'll just shout."

"Shout for what?"

"Hero!

Help!

Help! "

The Special Forces soldier laughed and walked over to ruffle the teenager's hair.

"I don't want to sleep in the hammock." The teenager turned around by the fire and mumbled with a fruit core in his mouth.

"Why? Are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm cold."

"What can I do if I'm cold?"

The teenager twisted around the fire again, his movements nimble and agile. He dodged the Special Forces soldier's arm that wanted to carry him to the hammock.

"Kid!" The Special Forces soldier had no choice. He pointed at the teenager's forehead and asked, "What do you want?"

Under the light of the fire, the teenager's glassy eyes turned and he smiled. "I'll sit here and keep watch. Hold the gun for me. You can go to sleep."

Before he finished speaking, the Special Forces soldier sat down by the fire and waved. "Come here."

"What?"

"I'll show you a magic trick."

The teenager leaned forward and was pulled into the Special Forces soldier's arms. The soldier's long legs in camouflage pants held the teenager firmly in his arms.

Before he could struggle, he was wrapped in a warm tactical jacket. Even his neck was stuffed so tightly that no wind could enter.

"It's done," the Special Forces soldier said simply. "Go to sleep."

The teenager's head was pressed against a broad and firm chest. He was in a daze for a moment.

He could hear the other party's steady and powerful heartbeat and the slight crackling of the fire. Further away was the whistling wind in the forest.

But the whistling wind that blew through the treetops seemed very far away. It had nothing to do with him. The warm arms around him isolated him from the cold, dangerous, and lonely world.

He took a careful breath. His nostrils were filled with the young and vigorous alpha pheromones mixed with the smell of sweat.

This was the first time in his life that he felt at ease surrounded by such a scent.

"… I haven't asked your name yet." The teenager murmured in a half-asleep state.

The Special Forces soldier held a gun in one hand and looked around the dangerous forest vigilantly. "Hmm?

It's against the rules for contestants and hostages to exchange names. "

"Tell me …"

The Special Forces soldier pressed the teenager back into his arms and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, okay … Don't tell anyone."

"Okay."

"… My surname is Zhou."

"Zhou what?"

"…"

"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Sunday …"

"Zhou Rong!"

The Special Forces soldier was annoyed. He patted the teenager's head as punishment, although his action was gentle and careful. "Rong as in the military."

The teenager finally expressed a little satisfaction and said, "Hmm."

"Next time you're in danger, call Brother Rong."

The Special Forces soldier paused. His handsome face seemed to be a little red in the firelight. He said softly, "As long as you call Brother Rong … I'll save you no matter where."

No matter how far it is, I'll be able to get you.

Eleven years later, in the zombie-infested city center of T city.

Sinan caught the grappling hook in the air and was hugged by Zhou Rong. The motorcycle spun behind them and smashed into the zombie tide.

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

"My surname is Zhou, Rong as in the military.

What about you? "

— — Noah.

My name is Noah.

In the dark bungalow, Sinan frowned and breathed hoarsely. Her body that was full of electric shock scars curled up in pain. Cold sweat soaked the mattress layer by layer.

The mountains are long and the rivers are far away. We haven't seen each other for many years …

Just as you promised, please come and pick me up one last time.