"Sinan," Zhou Rong said in a trembling voice. Then, he saw Abas struggling to reach for the gun. He immediately shouted, "Run!

Run! "

He had Romuir in his hands, and he did not have a gun. The most important thing now was to make Sinan run. Even if he had to search for him for three days and three nights in this dangerous city, he could not let Sinan Zhi stand there and be shot to death!

But Sinan Zhi stared straight at Zhou Rong as if he did not know him. He did not run or move.

"… It's you," Romuir suddenly said through gritted teeth.

Zhou Rong frowned. Romuir got up and threw a punch at him. The two rolled and wrestled on the ground. Every punch was aimed at the other's fatal point. In an instant, it became a situation where one of them would not stop until one of them was dead.

"Damn it, why is it you again!" Romuir roared and clenched Zhou Rong's throat with his hand!

Romuir's skills were the same as Sinan's. They were sly, fast, and skillful. But as an Alpha, his muscle strength was much stronger than Sinan's. Moreover, it was obvious that he was not in the same order of magnitude as the woman and the burly man. This was a little beyond Zhou Rong's expectations.

Zhou Rong clenched Romuir's hand that was clenching his neck with both hands and twisted it neatly. At the same time, he bent his knee and kicked Romuir's waist —

Zhou Rong's waist and leg strength was at the level of half a ton. Romuir flew more than ten meters in the air and crashed into a brick wall. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood!

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots exploded in his ears. In an instant, Zhou Rong's blood turned cold. He did not care about Romuir who was lying on the ground vomiting blood. He rolled on the ground and picked up the gun. His eyebrows twitched wildly.

Surprisingly, Sinan did not run away. Instead, he wrestled with Abas.

Compared with this Alpha who was more than two meters tall, Si Nan was just like a thin teenager. However, when he was in a state of confusion, he burst out with unimaginable strength. He pulled Abbas's hand that was holding the gun and pulled the trigger. A stream of bullets poured out, smashing the glass window into pieces and making the branches shake violently.

The female Alpha cursed while hiding in the corner. She struggled to reach out her gun and aimed at Sinan.

The small part of her body that was exposed behind the wall was really no bigger than a fly. However, Zhou Rong's extremely accurate and swift shot hit her wrist. She instantly cried out in pain!

There was only one bullet left, Zhou Rong realized.

He aimed at Abas, but Sinan's furious figure kept flashing through the scope.

Zhou Rong hesitated to pull the trigger. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind his head. He dodged, and at the same time, the bullet behind him hit the ground, creating a cloud of dust.

It was Romuir!

Zhou Rong cursed, "F * ck your ancestor!" As he fell, he pulled the trigger in mid-air.

The last bullet flew out and beautifully passed through the barrage of bullets formed by the AK-47. It pierced Romuir's abdomen like a poisonous fang and brought out a trail of blood!

Romuir staggered and fell while clutching his gunshot wound.

Zhou Rong roared, "Sinan!"

The violent gunfire stopped. Sinan forcefully emptied the submachine gun in Abas's hand.

The latter kicked him to the ground and punched Sinan until he spat out blood. Before the second punch landed, Zhou Rong had already arrived. He grabbed Abas's hair and flipped him to the ground. He swung his fist and punched him!

The burly man roared and struggled with his head in his hands. However, Zhou Rong did not give him the slightest chance to breathe.

The first punch broke Abas's nose, the second broke his teeth, and the third punch even caved in his sternum!

Zhou Rong got up and kicked Abas over. His handsome face was full of fierceness, and his eyes were as cold as a wolf king's.

He exhaled, tried to adjust his facial expression, and turned around.

Sinan had already gotten up and retreated a few steps. He stood with his back pressed against the courtyard wall, and his body seemed to be slightly bent. Zhou Rongyi immediately recognized why.

It was not because he was unable to stand up straight because of the injuries from a long period of starvation.

Instead, it was the posture of a trapped beast full of vigilance and hatred before it used up its last bit of strength to attack.

Zhou Rong shook his head slowly and opened his hand, indicating that Sinan should look at his empty palm, "Sinan."

Sinan did not make a sound and narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

"Come here, Sinan, I won't hurt you," Zhou Rong took half a step forward and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Rong didn't abandon you. Look, I'm here to pick you up."

The zombie took a step forward, Sinan thought.

He tried to close his eyes and opened them again. The intense madness caused by the overdose of bleach twisted his central nervous system and formed a bizarre scene in front of his eyes.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he was very young and was in the simulated special training scene. He could not get out until he killed all the zombies.

Behind the wall were zombies, on the ground were zombies, in the distant ruins were zombies, and this person with a blurry face who opened his hands to him … was also a zombie.

Kill them all. The voice in his head urged him more urgently, giving him a splitting headache.

Kill them all, or you will be electrocuted.

Kill them all.

Suddenly, there was a low laugh mixed with coughing behind him, "No … it's useless. Look at him …"

"He doesn't recognize anyone when he loses control. In his eyes, we are all zombies … do you understand?"

Romuir leaned over the ruins of the brick wall and mocked intermittently, "It's a conditioned fantasy of the brain under severe stimulation.

Even if his mother comes, it's useless. He will only hang everyone … all the zombies, cough cough cough … "

Zhou Rong roared, "What did you do to him?!"

Romuir did not answer. He changed his sitting position and breathed out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, "Your surname is Zhou, isn't it?"

"… Who are you?" Zhou Rong narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Romuir did not answer. He looked at Sinan and smiled maliciously.

"You overestimate yourself."

He coughed and laughed, "Go over. In his eyes, you are the most dangerous zombie here … He will personally hang you. If you don't believe me, go over and try."

Sinan panted and stepped back again, but he had already squeezed into the corner of the wall. No matter how much he stepped back, he would only press his back harder against the wall.

It hurts, he murmured to himself.

… I'm really in pain.

The extreme hunger had turned into pain that tore at his internal organs. The pain caused by the electric shocks and beatings was like thousands of needles, tormenting every nerve in his body.

However, the cold and merciless electronic synthesized voice that he had heard countless times since he was a child did not let him go. Like maggots, terrifying electric sparks sizzled out of every bone, whipping him black and blue all over his body.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill them all.

Otherwise, I will punish you.

Kill them all.

…

Sinan made a sharp hissing sound from his chest. He tried to cover his ears, but it was no use.

The zombie not far away took another step forward. It seemed to be shouting something, wanting to come up and eat him.

But I'm really in pain, Sinan thought vaguely.

Please … I really can't fight anymore …

"… Si … Nan …"

"Sinan …"

Another voice rang out in his subconscious. It seemed to be close to his ears, yet it seemed to be far away, drifting away with the wind.

Unconsciously, Zhong Sinan put down his hand. His mind was completely blank, and he stood in place.

The zombie whose face could not be seen clearly had already come in front of him.

"… Brother Rong is here … to pick you up … Sinan …"

Sinan shook his head, not knowing what it meant.

His consciousness was in a mess, and he used the last of his strength to push the zombie away.

In the struggle, the back of his head and elbow hit the concrete wall behind him hard. His bones made a chilling crisp sound, but he felt no pain at all.

There was no pain, not even a trace of feeling.

— — It was as if fate was finally willing to give him a little kindness at the last moment of his battered body, and part of the heart-wrenching pain was spared.

Sinan knelt down and struggled to move back. He knew how embarrassed he looked at the moment.

But the zombie surrounding him would not let him go. It grabbed his shoulder and lowered its head.

Sinan knew in a trance that he was going to be bitten.

He would be torn apart alive by the rotten teeth. He would watch his skin split open, blood splatter, tendons and blood vessels being pulled apart like rotten meat. He could even see his blood-red bone marrow bursting out of the fracture.

Next, he would be electrocuted or die.

He would fly over the collapsed spire of the church and rise under the gray sky to the heaven where he would never be hungry, lonely, and painful.

Sinan's whole body convulsed and curled up. The zombie had already moved close to his ear.

However, the expected warmth and coldness of blood flowing out of his body did not come. In the chaos of his consciousness, the faint voice gradually became clear.

"Look … look at me …"

"Si Xiaonan, don't you know Brother Rong?

… "

Brother Rong.

Everything in Sinan's eyes was a double image. The distorted lines and the chaotic black shadows alternated with each other. It was like heroin stimulating the brain stem, turning all the scenery into jumping spots of light.

However, amidst the clamor of death, something seemed to have come to light, and it gradually became clear.

Brother Rong.

Zhou Rong.

"… Brother Rong did not leave you …"

"Look at me …"

— — In the haze, Sinan felt a heat on his hand.

It was as if a hot water drop hit his palm, causing him to shrink in pain.

"… Brother Rong is here to pick you up. Look at me, Si Xiaonan …"

In the quiet night of the jungle, the bonfire was flickering. Someone whispered in his ear, "Call me Brother Rong and I will save you no matter how far I am."

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

"Si — Xiao — Nan —!

Brother Rong is here to pick you up! "

"Sorry, Brother Rong shouldn't have yelled at you … Here, I brought you chocolate."

Countless scenes and images swirled in his mind and fell like snow, gently calming his crazily twitching mental world.

Sinan panted tiredly. His eyes were unfocused and blank as he watched the "zombie" kneeling in front of him.

The two were so close to each other that they could see each other's faces clearly.

"…" Sinan murmured, "Brother Rong."

He didn't know what he was saying, and he couldn't recognize the familiar face in front of him with tears.

But from the syllables of these two words, he gained a warm and powerful comfort, and the power to calm down.

"Brother Rong," he repeated in a low voice.

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, Sinan stretched out his hand, completely exposing his soft and defenseless palm, which was tightly grasped by Zhou Rong.

The next moment, Sinan buried his head as if he was hiding in a safe cave in his dream. His scarred body snuggled into Zhou Rong's arms.

Romuir's pupils dilated rapidly. He couldn't believe it. His face could only be described as gray — — this is impossible!

How is this possible?!

After Noah entered the conditioned spiritual illusion, he would only treat all moving objects as zombies and attack them indiscriminately until one of them died.

This was an instinct that he had cultivated through thousands of electric shocks since he was six years old. He wouldn't forget it even if he forgot to breathe. Even if his own mother died in front of him, this instinct would not be broken!

Then what about now?!

Why didn't he attack?!

Could it be that in his spiritual illusion, he was willing to be bitten to death by this "zombie" surnamed Zhou?!

Romuir shook his head in horror. He watched as Zhou Rong held Sinan tightly in his arms, kissed his forehead that was covered in blood and dust, stroked his skinny back, and comforted him in a low voice.

After a while, Sinan's spasms and tremors gradually stopped. Zhou Rong kissed his ear and picked him up with one hand.

Romuir covered the gunshot wound in his abdomen, his other hand trembling as he clenched it tightly.

But Zhou Rong didn't look at them anymore. He walked out of the courtyard and kicked away the zombie that was following the sound. He carried Sinan into the front passenger seat of the blue and white SUV and wanted to get into the driver's seat from the other side.

Sinan didn't want to leave Zhou Rong. He clutched his sleeves tightly and didn't let go.

Zhou Rong whispered a few words to persuade him, but when he saw Sinan shaking his head, he gave up. He carried him out of the front passenger seat and got into the driver's seat with him in his arms.

The zombies were slowly gathering in this direction. Looking from afar, there were ghostly shadows moving in the alleys. They were all densely packed with zombies.

The SUV turned around and drove into the courtyard. Zhou Rong lowered the window and looked down at Romuir. He asked, "Who are you people?"

Romuir said coldly, "You're Zhou Rong, aren't you?"

"Yo, when did this brother become so famous?" Zhou Rong sneered. "What, do you want an autograph?"

The dragging footsteps unique to zombies gradually became clear, but Romuir didn't have the slightest fear of death.

He leaned against the pile of bricks covered in blood. Through the gap in the window, he could see Sinan snuggling up to Zhou Rong's side, his head buried in Zhou Rong's arms.

He was like a little beast covered in blood and full of murderous intent. When he was exhausted, he finally found his nest with his last breath.

Romuir's heart seemed to be soaked in sour and hot hatred. He sneered slightly.

"No, Zhou Rong."

He said lightly. "It's really nice to see you alive. Keep your little life … we'll meet again soon."

"Really?" Zhou Rong joked. "I don't think so."

More and more zombies gathered and gradually blocked the alley.

Zhou Rong didn't want to waste time with the dying man. The SUV backed up and spun, the wheels making ear-piercing screeches on the ground.

He finally said, "Thank you for your supplies!" Then he stepped on the gas and sped away with the roar of the engine.

Romuir stared at the dust rising behind the SUV and narrowed his eyes slightly.

His eyebrows were high, his eye sockets were deep, and his nose was straight. He had the typical appearance of an Aryan.

Because of the years of elite military-style training, his body was also strong and tough. This kind of appearance was actually very popular in Europe and the United States.

But at this moment, his expression was so strange that it made people shudder.

The zombies swarmed and gradually approached the small courtyard.

Romuir coughed up blood and pulled out a sealed syringe from his chest. He tore it open with his teeth and injected the light red liquid into his arm.

Then he threw it.

The syringe flew in an arc and broke in front of the foot of the first zombie that squeezed through the courtyard door.

The car kept bumping as it moved forward, crushing the zombies all the way to the bottom of the car. Finally, in the earth-shattering explosion of the grenade, they rushed out of the smoke and sped along the endless road.

Zhou Rongyi controlled the steering wheel with one hand and held Sinan's drowsy body with the other. He gently patted his shoulder, "Si Xiaonan?"

Sinan curled up and didn't say anything.

Zhou Rong stepped on the brakes, turned around and rummaged through the back seat. He casually threw the personal belongings of the three Alphas out the window and saw a maple syrup bottle in the corner.

There should be more medical supplies in the back of the car, but he couldn't carefully organize them at this time.

Zhou Rong unscrewed the maple syrup bottle, rubbed Sinan's pale face with his thumb and whispered, "Drink two sips, ok?"

Sinan didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. He smelled the maple syrup and reluctantly turned his head.

His silent refusal was very obvious, but Zhou Rong couldn't indulge his inexplicable pickiness at this time, so he kissed his hair and coaxed, "Good boy."

Then Zhou Rong drank a mouthful of maple syrup and fed it mouth to mouth, licking his tightly pursed lips.

For some reason, Sinan was very resistant to the taste of maple syrup, but after a moment, his cold lips and tongue seemed to be gradually warmed by Zhou Rong's breath. His teeth slightly loosened and opened a tiny soft gap.

Forty-eight hours after the fall of the City of Zombies.

Zhou Rong's eyes were slightly red. Gazing at Si Nan's sleeping side face, he kissed him gently and affectionately again with a taste of honey.