06: 08 AM

Early morning of the third day.

Zhou Rong lay paralyzed on the eaves of the house. When the eastern horizon turned blue, he breathed out a breath of white air in exhaustion.

There were only 21 bullets left, four grenades, a tactical knife, a dagger, an assault rifle, and a sniper rifle.

Food and water were all used up.

Although he was an arrow at the end of its flight, he actually spent two long nights in the city of zombies. Even Zhou Rong felt that there was some kind of power protecting him.

But was Sinan still alive?

Looking at the sea of zombies, which corner of the city was he hiding in?

Zhou Rong looked at his watch. It had been 36 hours since Sinan left.

— — Was he disheartened, gave up hope, or even … died?

No, it couldn't be — — although there was no evidence, Zhou Rong inexplicably felt that Sinan would not be killed so easily.

The most likely possibility was that he was unarmed and unable to break out of the encirclement. He had gradually lost confidence that 118 Squad would return to pick him up and was hiding in some corner, wiping his tears. The other possibility was that he was packing up and preparing to walk to the heliport in the suburbs.

Hold on a little longer. Zhou Rong gritted his teeth and forced himself to sit up.

If there was no result after 48 hours, he would take a gamble and head to the airport. According to the actual situation, he would decide whether to wait for him or drive the armored vehicle back to the city to continue the search.

"Hold on."

He murmured, not sure if he was murmuring to himself or to the Sinan in the void who was smiling and waving at him.

"As long as I hold on, we will meet again."

Zhou Rong clutched the bandage on his left thigh tightly. Surrounded by zombies, he had no choice but to jump off a tree. As a result, the wound that was larger than a palm caused by a tree branch was no longer bleeding.

The dirty and yellow bandage left only dark and congealed bloodstains. At first glance, it looked a little scary, but fortunately, it did not affect his movements.

Zhou Rong jumped down from the roof with the megaphone in his hand. He ignored the zombies that were gathering near him and jumped down from the treetops to the street. He was about to continue to roar when he suddenly stopped.

At a street corner far away, there was a man with his back to him. He was walking into a hardware store and killing the zombies that came out of the store one by one.

The man was wearing a hoodie, and his back was extremely majestic. Zhou Rong sized him up and felt that he might be half a head taller than himself.

Moreover, that person had the height of Yao Ming and the muscles of Tyson. Even from such a distance, it gave people the feeling that they were looking at a mountain moving on flat ground.

There were still people alive?

Zhou Rong pondered for a moment. Without exposing himself, he followed them silently.

"… Ah …!"

Romuir turned over and pressed down on Sinan. "Jane!"

The female Alpha quickly rushed into the room and pressed down on one of Sinan's legs. His whole body was pressed to the ground and his left hand was handcuffed to the edge of the bed. The whole series of movements was very skillful, as if she had repeated it many times in the past day and night.

Sinan frowned and tried to curl up his body, letting out a painful roar.

Romuir motioned for the female Alpha named Jane to go out, then sat on Sinan's body, suppressing all his struggles. He pinched his chin and shouted, "Noah!

Look at me! "

Sinan turned a deaf ear.

“noah！”

Romuir leaned close to his ear and repeatedly shouted orders. The volume of his voice was enough to wake even the dead.

After a few minutes, Sinan's inhuman hissing and gasping gradually stopped, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Look at me!" Romuir shouted.

"…"

"What do you remember?"

Romuir forced himself to look at his bloodshot eyes and asked word by word, "How did you connect with C when you were in the White Eagle Base?

Where is the Ultimate Antibody?

Tell me! "

Sinan moved his lips.

But he had not eaten or drunk for more than ten hours. The continuous high-intensity interrogation made him extremely tired, and it was difficult for him to even make a sound.

Romuir made a cup of syrup with maple sugar and came back to half-kneel beside him. He said condescendingly, "Drink it."

Sinan turned his head.

"Drink it!"

There was no answer.

"Like chocolate, right?" Romuir finally gave up and asked coldly.

Sinan had no intention of responding and closed his eyes.

This silent rejection made Romuir helpless. He slammed the cup of maple sugar and the glass shards splashed all over the floor.

The shack was very quiet for a moment. The cold wind whistled through the cracks in the window. Other than that, only the sound of Romuir's suppressed anger could be heard.

The suffocating stalemate lasted for a few minutes.

"… Okay, I admit it."

Romuir opened his mouth again. Unexpectedly, he didn't fly into a rage. His tone could even be considered calm and controlled.

He said, "Okay, I admit it. I was wrong about the chocolate."

In Romuir's life, the number of times he said the words "I was wrong" could be counted on one hand. Even his own father might not have heard it twice.

But Sinan was indifferent.

"I shouldn't have punished you by turning on the taser and using chocolate as a means of inducement when you were extremely weak."

"But you know," Romuir paused, and then said coldly, "Being bitten by zombies in the experimental scene is a punishment. As soldiers who received special training, you and I have experienced it.

Although the simulation you received was indeed more intense than anyone in the White Eagle unit, and you thought that using food as a means of inducement was an insult … "

Sinan did not respond.

"Are you listening to me?"

"…"

Romuir took a deep breath and controlled his emotions. "Your childish persistence is meaningless, Noah.

Hypothetically speaking, if you were starving to death, and there was only a piece of chocolate in front of you, and you would die if you didn't eat it, would you still insist on this ridiculous personality of yours? "

What he did not expect was that Sinan would open his eyes, turn around, and smile. "No."

The two short words were so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, but the slight curvature of the corners of his mouth was real. Romuir was stunned.

"I've been eating chocolate for a long time," Sinan said, with undisguised malice in his smile.

"Someone gave it to me two days ago, and I ate a big piece."

Romuir did not know what to say at all. He was stunned.

Sinan sat on the ground and rested his head on the edge of the bed again. It seemed that the two sentences had exhausted all his strength.

Noah's true personality had an extremely extreme and puzzling side, and Romuir had always known it.

If he had to make a comparison with a normal person, he was actually very much like a child in some aspects, the kind that was particularly childish and vengeful.

He hated others, and he hated himself.

When he was unbearably hungry, he would have an extremely strong desire for the inducing substance — chocolate. He was willing to accept Romuir's conditions and press the taser himself, enduring the double torture of physical pain and mental humiliation.

But he would also have a stress disorder later on, and from then on, he would completely reject chocolate. He would even vomit reflexively whenever he ate such food.

Romuir had observed that his vomiting was like some anorexia. In the initial stages, he forced himself to do it out of self-punishment and disgust.

But soon after, it evolved into a real stress reaction. At one point, he could not even touch anything chocolate-flavored at all.

Paranoia, self-control, and stubbornness.

Once he decided on something, he would constantly strengthen his self-consciousness, and it would be deeply imprinted in his mind, catalyzing it into a part of his instincts.

This kind of personality usually could not be changed.

Romuir had never thought that his so-called brother would one day overthrow his self-consciousness — if he was not lying.

Somewhere deep in Romuir's heart moved, as if he wanted to do something, but he hesitated.

After a while, he coughed with a complicated meaning, pulled down the zipper of his jacket, and revealed a corner of the scarf inside. "… Noah."

"Look at this, Noah."

He pinched Sinan's chin to make him look at him, but this time, his grip was much gentler. "Do you still remember?"

It was a very ordinary dark gray cashmere scarf. There were no patterns, and the texture was very thin. Because it was old, the edges had been worn out. In fact, it did not match Romuir's upper-class elite temperament.

Sinan glanced at it.

"The year my mother died, I flew from New York to Los Angeles to attend her funeral. You were there at the time."

Romuir said slowly, "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?' You asked me at the time.

And my response was to wave my hand and throw the scarf away, angrily telling you to get lost.

You didn't say anything else. You looked at me for a while, then turned and walked out of the woods. "

Many years later, Romuir could still clearly recall all the details of that scene, including his brother's pale face wrapped in the black coat, his eyelashes that were particularly moist because of the fine rain, and the curve of his clothes in the air when he turned and left without saying a word.

The reason why it left a deep impression was that it was the first time in Noah's life that he took the initiative to speak to him with such a gentle attitude.

But that was also the last time, so Romuir never had the chance to verify the conjecture he repeated countless times. If he had responded with a completely different attitude at that time, would many things have been different from then on?

"When I left Los Angeles the next day, I went back to the woods and picked up your scarf. I've kept it ever since."

Romuir took off the scarf from his neck and stared into Si Nanping's calm eyes.

"I brought it with me before I went to China this time because I knew that an unprecedented disaster had begun, and human beings were likely to be wiped out from the earth.

So today, when you and I reunite in the apocalypse, many things that have ended before they had time to start have a chance to go back to the time before they happened and start over again? "

"If you agree, tell me where the ultimate antibody is," Romuir whispered.

Romuir's voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper. "After the development of the vaccine, mankind will build the final fortress of safety. You and I can be the first people to enter the fortress of safety … I promise that all the painful past will be a memory forever. I will let you live a good life, a life that you couldn't even imagine before. A good life."

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

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

"I know."

Romuir paused and asked, "But just like chocolate, those things that you thought would last until the end will eventually change, right?"

Sinan raised his right hand that was not handcuffed and used two fingers to touch the frayed edge of the scarf that had been worn out by years of wear.

Romuir looked at him with eyes full of encouragement and a faint trace of anticipation that even he himself did not notice.

"…" Sinan suddenly smiled.

Although the smile was weak, it had a strange meaning that could not be mistaken. He immediately let go and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Romuir could not help but ask.

"I don't remember," Sinan said with a smile, "but I'm not the kind of person who would do such a thing, especially to you.

So, either you're lying … "

"I'm not!"

"Is that so?"

Sinan said lazily, "That should be because I wanted to strangle you with the scarf when you were alone, and it was misunderstood."

Romuir got up from the bed, his face a mixture of red and blue. However, before he could say anything, Sinan's last sentence became the fuse that ignited his anger.

"You think too highly of yourself, 'brother.'"

Sinan said sympathetically, "Just like how your father treated my mother … She did not even look him in the eye until she died."

Suddenly, there was a shrill roar in the room, "Jane!"

The female Alpha quickly pushed the door open and saw her boss standing by the bed. When he turned around, his pupils had completely turned into a hazy and terrifying dark gray.

"Self-bleaching agent," he said through gritted teeth. His anger made every word of his chilling words.

"… Bring in all the confession serum!"

Abbas casually shot down a few half-rotten zombies in the alley and stepped into the small courtyard with the cardboard box. He saw his female teammate standing under the locust tree with her arms crossed. The sound of the floor being hit came from the tightly shut door, as well as the sound of things being overturned when they were knocked over.

"You're back?" Jane took out the cigarette from her mouth, "Did you find anything?"

Abas put down the cardboard box in silence and took out the things inside one by one.

Batteries, knives, metal parts, half a bottle of oil, and half a bottle of liquor.

Jane picked up the bottle of liquor and took a sip. She clicked her tongue and said, "This place is not good. The southern coastal area is much more abundant.

Did you see anyone alive? "

Abas shook his head.

Suddenly, Jane glanced behind him and shouted, "Who's there?"

Abas jerked his head back, and both of them looked at the courtyard wall covered by the canopy of trees at the same time.

There was no movement for a few seconds. Then, the bushes moved, and a black shadow let out a shrill scream and swept over the wall like a gust of wind. It was a skinny gray cat.

"Little thing," Jane mocked, not sure if she was referring to the cat or the person in the house.

Abas said in a muffled voice, "When you first joined the White Eagle, he didn't say that when you were trained in the army."

Jane laughed, "So, don't you think it'll feel good to see such a person being tortured?"

"…"

"Especially for a ruthless and arrogant instructor like him. That kind of person who doesn't even look people in the eye … Torturing people like him is indeed very satisfying."

Abas thought for a while, but before he said anything, the door opened.

Romuir strode out with a violent aura. He did not look at his two subordinates who stood at attention, "North."

Jane did not understand, "What?"

"The plane crashed in the north," Romuir said coldly, "He must have left something there.

Abas, get him into the car and get ready to go. "

The steel-like subordinate nodded and went into the house. When he came out a moment later, he was carrying an unconscious and motionless figure on his shoulder.

In the corner of the courtyard, Zhou Rong's pupils shrank silently behind the trees.

Although he had vaguely expected it along the way, when he saw it with his own eyes, the steel needle pierced his heart and lungs in an instant, piercing his internal organs and causing them to bleed and spasm.

That was a Sinan.

A Sinan would not get close to an unfamiliar Alpha, let alone be caught so easily.

Zhou Rong could almost imagine the scene at that time: a thirsty and hungry Sinan heard the sound of a car in the distance and thought that Team 118 had returned to save him, so he happily ran out of his hiding place and shouted at the car. However, when he found out that they were not friendly, it was already too late. Not only were they three well-trained Alpha, they were also armed …

Zhou Rong suppressed his hot breath and clung to the wall.

His nails dug deep into the wall, leaving four clear white marks on the old brick, and a trace of blood spilled out between his nails.

What should I do now?

Zhou Rong landed silently and quickly moved to the corner of the courtyard door. His whole body was hidden behind the wall, and he looked back and forth at the three Alpha through the scope.

Two men and one woman. He didn't know why the man who gave the order looked vaguely familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Under the current shooting conditions, Zhou Rong was sure that he could kill this person with one shot, or at least incapacitate the target; but the other side still had two mobile forces left, what if they used the Sinan as cover?

They had a car, and once they escaped, it would be difficult to catch up with them. What would they do to the Sinan then?

Zhou Rong slightly shifted the angle of the muzzle, and the sight changed to that of the brawny man holding the Sinan hostage. He narrowed his eyes.

If he sniped this person, the Sinan would have a chance to break free and quickly escape; but from this angle, the Sinan was motionless and might have lost consciousness …

'Calm down,' Zhou Rong told himself. 'Calm down.'

He had worked in the country's most stringent political audits and the highest security level. He had once been the personal bodyguard of the top leaders, and was responsible for the security of more than ten foreign guests at the level of heads of state.

He had experienced many dangerous situations and made a lot of contributions; when it came to professional issues, Zhou Rong's official record had always been zero.

He had never felt a trace of uncontrollable anxiety and anger like this before, crawling along his spine and filling his nerves.

Zhou Rong moved the muzzle to the left, aiming at Romuir's leg, and his index finger pulled the trigger.

But at this moment, the female Alpha screamed, "What's going on?!"

Zhou Rongyi tilted his head.

Sinan, who was unconscious, suddenly convulsed, let out a terrible beast-like whimper, and fell to the ground!

He had been on a hunger strike for close to seventy-two hours, and his bodily functions were extremely weak in all aspects. However, the strength of this struggle was something that even Abbas could not withstand. He was caught off guard and fell to the ground. He quickly shouted, "Come and help!"

Romuir and Jane flew up. Abas grabbed Sinan's arm and twisted it, and the sound of his elbow being dislocated could be heard clearly.

However, Sinan seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and even the heart-wrenching pain did not slow him down at all. In a split second, he twisted his elbow in a reverse position and flew up to Abas's back, and his other elbow slammed into his opponent's cervical vertebra!

Abas roared in pain, and he flung Sinan away.

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

The first bullet hit Abas's calf, and the brawny man fell to his knees with a loud thud.

The second bullet hit the female Alpha's shoulder, and the gun in her hand flew far away before she could pull the trigger.

The third bullet flew into the air, and Romuir turned around at lightning speed, and fired a barrage of bullets at Zhou Rong's hiding place!

Zhou Rong quickly dodged, and the brick wall was smashed to pieces!

"There!" Romuir roared, and while suppressing Zhou Rong with high firepower, he strode towards the brick wall!

"Sir!" Jane's deafening scream exploded from the ground, "Come back!

He's out of control! "

Sinan stood up shakily, and his pupils were extremely dilated. His eyes were bloodshot, and with his pale face, he looked like a mad zombie. He moved his elbow that was bent in a strange position, and with a click, he fixed it back to its original position, and stared straight at Abas.

A roar slowly came from his chest, and the sound was like the cry of a trapped beast that was on the verge of death, and its consciousness was in a mess.

'Kill them,' a voice kept repeating in his mind.

Everyone had turned into zombies with blurred faces, and the hallucinations caused by the overdose of bleach kept flashing in front of his eyes. He could not see the faces in front of him clearly.

'Kill them.

Everything that moves is a zombie. Kill them all. '

In an instant, Abas felt a chill in his heart, and he dragged his feet two steps back. Then, he saw Sinan rushing towards him, and he did not even have time to dodge before he was sent flying with a punch!

The female Alpha cursed and rushed towards Sinan while holding her injured shoulder.

Zhou Rong flew up the wall, and under the rain of bullets, he pressed Romuir's head down.

At that moment, all the bullets brushed past his carotid artery, and the two knocked away each other's guns at the same time. The AK-47s flew into the air, and in the blink of an eye, half a circle of bullet holes appeared on the ground and brick wall!

Zhou Rongyi's elbow pressed against Romuir's throat, and he roared, "Sinan!"

Sinan raised his head.

In the nick of time, Zhou Rong saw his eyes, and his heart sank.

Sinan's vision was unfocused, and his blood vessels were bulging. He was so thin that he was out of shape, and he looked even scarier than that day at the construction site. He even gave off a bloodthirsty vibe.

— — Sinan could not recognize him.

The way he looked at Zhou Rong was no different from the way he looked at the other three Alphas, or even the way he looked at zombies.