The wind whimpered as it swept over the roof. The footsteps and roars of zombies sounded from the empty and dark interior of the building.

Sinan's wrists were tightly twisted behind his back by Zhou Rong. He raised his chin and stared at Yan Hao. After a long time, he asked word by word, "How much is your life worth?"

The gloomy moonlight shone through the dark clouds, reflecting Yan Hao's pale face.

"Sinan, calm down. Listen to me."

Zhou Rong's voice was quite urgent. He pulled Sinan back and tried to comfort him in a low voice, "It's my idea. It has nothing to do with Yan Hao.

Brother Rong must not have been infected. Ah, listen to me, listen to me, Si Xiaonan … Sinan! "

His tone suddenly changed. Zhou Rong only felt a strong force coming from the front. It was Sinan — he broke free from his wrists and twisted his body in an indescribable posture. Then he swept his leg and threw Zhou Rong out!

His movements were too fast. Zhou Rong quickly got up, but under Sinan's aggressive close-range attack, he could only be defeated step by step.

Yan Hao took the opportunity to get up and step back. But before he could take two steps back, Sinan grabbed Zhou Rong's arm and threw him over his shoulder to the ground like a whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Yan Hao and stepped on his chest to fly up.

Yan Hao could only feel the strong wind blowing on his face. The experienced special forces soldier didn't even have time to react. He was hit on the side of his head by a deep and fierce spinning kick in the air. He spat out blood and fell down on the spot!

The accident happened too fast.

Sinan had never really attacked these special forces soldiers. But at this moment, he was like a wild cheetah that finally couldn't restrain its ferocity. He killed two of them in less than five seconds.

Ning Yu only had time to open the door of the helicopter and shouted in the whistling wind, "Wait —"

Yan Hao felt his spine sink.

Amidst the intense dizziness, he realized that Sinan's knee was pressing him against the hard concrete floor, and then his fingers that were clenching the antibody were pried open one by one.

"Sinan, Sinan, don't be like this …" Yan Hao said painfully, "Sinan …"

Sinan turned a deaf ear to him. His breathing was hoarse and bloody.

Just as he was about to pry open Yan Hao's last finger, he suddenly felt his throat tighten.

Zhou Rong staggered over from behind, grabbed Sinan's neck tightly with his elbow, and dragged him away from Yan Hao with all his strength. He dragged him several meters away and held him tightly in his arms.

"Look at me, Sinan, look at me."

Zhou Rong squeezed him into the corner and pressed his whole body on top of him. With this desperate posture, he blocked all of Si Nan's struggling exits. He forced Si Nan to look into his eyes and said, "I am your Brother Rong. Do you see me?

How can you bear to do this to Brother Rong?

Huh? "

Sinan's short hair was soaked with sweat, and his slender black eyebrows were twisted together. In contrast, his face was shockingly pale.

Zhou Rong held Sinan's head with trembling hands, forcing him to look into his eyes. "It's okay, don't cry, it's okay … Listen to me, Si Xiaonan. What if the antibody is gone after you let Brother Rong take the injection?

How can Brother Rong have the face to live? "

Sinan said word by word, "You made an agreement, you …"

Zhou Rong said, "Yes, it was my idea. It had nothing to do with Yan Hao.

Calm down and listen to me … Sinan! "

Zhou Rong pressed Sinan, who began to struggle again, back down. "Listen to me!

Only one out of ten antibodies can survive. Do you want to bet the hope of the whole human race on this one out of ten chance?

Huh?

What if you lose the bet?! "

Sinan released Zhou Rong's collar little by little. His palms were soaked with black blood.

The blood was cold, but it burned his fingers.

"What if … what if I win the bet?" Zhou Rong asked with a trembling voice. "How do you want me to live? How do you want me to face myself?

You might as well kill me, don't you think? "

On the other side, Ning Yu strode over. The collar and hem of his white coat swayed violently in the wind. He knelt on the ground and opened his medicine box.

Sinan slumped against the corner of the wall, his hands deep in his hair. The infected black blood was smeared on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Zhou Rong raised his hand and wiped it away.

"I beg you, okay, Sinan?

Listen to me. "

Zhou Rong pulled his hand away and lifted the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the blood on his palm. He said hoarsely, "You have to live. I beg you to live.

You are still young. You haven't seen anyone better than Brother Rong. In the future, you will meet someone who will really accompany you for the rest of your life … Let's be sad for a while, and then forget, okay?

Brother Rong will always love you. "

"I will always love you," Zhou Rong murmured and repeated. His cheeks were warm and wet. He didn't know that he could cry.

It was actually regret.

Would Sinan forget after being sad for a while?

He wouldn't.

He knew that if he hadn't marked Sinan, if Sinan was still a free omega, he might have been sad for a while. Maybe a few months, maybe a year or two. One day, the sadness would fade from his heart with time, like a shadow fading away in the rising sun.

However, everything would be different after the mark. The psychological and physical connection was difficult to break automatically with death. He could die, but Sinan would walk alone for a long, long time.

Even if the influence of the pheromone was erased with surgery, the deeper imprint in the soul would never disappear.

This cruel knowledge made Zhou Rong feel more fear and regret than death.

His heart, liver, and lungs were pierced by a sharp blade, and the blade was still twisting in the weakest part of his heart, twisting his internal organs into a pool of blood.

Sinan was innocent.

He was completely seduced by himself and walked into a fatal trap. He gave his extremely precious love, which everyone wanted, to a person who didn't deserve it at all.

Zhou Rong had never felt so clearly how selfish and despicable he was at this moment. If he could go back in time, he would definitely go back to the New Year's Eve when the mountain was blocked by the heavy snow. He would strangle himself, who had tried every means to induce Si Nan's estrus, and push him out of the door to kill him in the snow.

But it was too late now.

Zhou Rong's every breath was rough and hot. He forced Sinan's head to his chest and turned his head to signal Yan Hao to leave first.

Yan Hao's eyes were full of tears. He stared at Sinan for a moment, his eyes full of sadness and despair.

Then he turned his eyes to Zhou Rong, as if to say goodbye for the last time, and slowly stepped back in the direction of the iron door on the rooftop.

But just as he was about to retreat to the door, Ning Yu suddenly stood up and staggered to Zhou Rong in the wind. "Wait!"

Zhou Rongyi was distracted, and his grip on Sinan's neck loosened. Sinan looked up and caught a glimpse of Yan Hao, who was about to retreat, and immediately burst into a new round of struggle.

Zhou Rong immediately held him tightly and shouted at Ning Yu, "What do you want to do?!"

"This!"

Ning Yu half-knelt in front of Zhou Rong on one knee, pointing at the pale yellow glass bottle in his hand and then at Sinan. He tried his best to shout in the roar of the helicopter's engine, "Serum!"

Zhou Rongyi was stunned.

"I took Sinan's blood. Before I left, I only had time to separate this serum and prepare to give it to Chen Yajing for an experiment. You took it away before I could inject it.

The serum may temporarily resist the toxicity. Do you want to inject it? "

Zhou Rong stared at the bottle of pale yellow liquid in front of him, and suddenly remembered the reason why Chen Yajing came to the underground laboratory alone when the zombies were besieging the city — to test the serum's anti-toxicity at the last moment.

He was about to speak, but suddenly he heard Sinan angrily say, "No!"

"Sinan?"

"The serum is fatal."

Sinan said hoarsely, "Ning Yu only tested it once, and within a few minutes after the injection … that person suddenly died …"

The glimmer of hope that had just risen in Zhou Rong's eyes turned cold in an instant, and he couldn't say anything.

Ning Yu said coldly, "Yes, or you can try the antibody that has not expired yet.

You should have found it in the military laboratory, right?

At the beginning of the virus outbreak, the medical community had carried out research. The cure rate of the primary antibody is not 10%, but between 1% and 3%. "He turned to look at Yan Hao and asked," Have you injected the antibody? "

Yan Hao didn't know what to do, so he nodded.

Ning Yu said, "Very good, young man, you can definitely get rich by buying lottery tickets."

Zhou Rong didn't know what kind of expression he should show, and suddenly a trace of twisted absurdity and humor rose in his despair.

Sinan grabbed his shoulder and tried to stand up. With this movement, Yan Hao immediately took two big steps back and held the handle of the iron door of the rooftop tightly — but in the next second, Zhou Rong suddenly pulled Sinan into his arms and knocked his chin on the back of Sinan's neck. Like a male wolf smelling fresh meat, he greedily took a big breath of his own Omega scent.

As if he had gained infinite courage from this action, he kissed Sinan's hair and raised his eyes, saying,

"I'll do it."

"What are you doing?" Sinan scolded harshly, "You'll die!"

"I'll die now, too."

Zhou Rong gently answered him and stroked his face. His eyes were red as he said, "Don't you want me to inject your serum?

You don't believe that you can save Brother Rong, right?

Si Xiaonan? "

Sinan couldn't answer him and could only lean against the corner dejectedly. One of his hands was deeply entwined in the hair on his forehead, covering half of his eyes.

Zhou Rong stood up and bent down to kiss Sinan's thin wrist with blue veins popping out.

At that moment, their faces were so close to each other, but their expressions were completely different. Sinan closed his eyes in pain, while Zhou Rong's deeply furrowed brows were full of devotion.

Ning Yu raised his flashlight and looked at the wound on the back of Zhou Rong's neck.

Originally, the wound was only half the length of a pinky nail, but under the effect of the Pan Duola virus, it had rapidly festered and infected. Now, the wound had eroded.

Ning Yu slowly pushed the air out of the syringe and gestured at the wound. Without raising his head, he said, "Congratulations on becoming my 96th experimental subject, Captain Zhou."

Zhou Rong said self-deprecatingly, "Is there any special meaning?"

"No." Ning Yu said, "But 96 is at least an auspicious number."

Sinan sat with his back against the wall and buried his face deep in his palms.

Zhou Rong wanted to pull his fingers, but just as he raised his arm, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his neck, which had long been numb. He was caught off guard and let out an "Ah!"

"The wound is too big, it'll hurt a lot."

Ning Yu mocked him from behind. "But you should thank me for separating a lot of serum, enough for an immersion injection."

Zhou Rong had never experienced such a painful injection in his life. He only felt that the fire was burning up his nerves. Even his voice changed. "A lot of serum … Does it help … anti-virus …"

"It's possible," Ning Yu said. "If it causes sudden death, it'll be faster and less painful."

Zhou Rong smiled bitterly. After a few minutes, the injection was over and he let out a long sigh.

"Don't cry, Si Xiaonan. Look, Brother Rong and you are really bonded this time …" Zhou Rong tried to cheer up and joked. He leaned forward to hook Sinan's pinky finger, trying to please him. Unexpectedly, the world spun around him as soon as he moved. He couldn't even make a sound. The next second, he heard a heavy thud in his ear.

After a few long seconds, his sluggish nerves finally registered: Oh, I fell.

Ning Yu and Yan Hao both rushed over, but they were blocked by Sinan. In the haze, he saw that Yan Hao's collar was grabbed by Sinan and punched him.

He wanted to stop them, but he didn't even have the strength to speak. Sinanban knelt beside him, put one of his arms around his shoulders, and then half supported and half carried him.

Yan Hao's eyes were red. He touched the bleeding corner of his mouth and took half a step forward, but then he stopped.

Zhou Rong's weight was still too much for Sinan. He staggered, but didn't look up at anyone. He just swayed and carried Zhou Rong to the shelter of the rooftop. They leaned against each other and sat down in a corner.

"Don't move, you're cold …" Zhou Rong said vaguely.

But Sinan still took off his coat, insisted on wrapping it around Zhou Rong's shoulders, and tightly held Zhou Rong's hands, which used to be very warm and strong.

"You can't go," Sinan raised his hand to his lips and said hoarsely, "I came back for you. You can't go."

The powerful serum and the virus carried out a silent and fierce battle of life and death in his body. The rot in the depths of his muscles continued to develop and reverse. The battle situation changed rapidly. Every nerve seemed to be burning in a hell of pain.

Zhou Rong moved his lips weakly. After a long while, he said with difficulty, "What?"

"I haven't asked your name yet, Brother Rong," Sinan whispered, "As long as you call me Brother Rong, you will come and save me no matter where you are. Isn't that what you said?"

Zhou Rong was dizzy and his vision was unfocused. In the depths of his mind, the late night of the jungle many years ago overlapped with this moment. Sinan's figure strangely returned to the time when he was a teenager. He smiled at him in the bonfire, and the depths of his eyes were rippling with a strange and cunning light.

"I haven't asked your name yet. Tell me so I can remember it."

"My surname is Zhou …"

"Rong as in the military. What about you?"

The sunlight from eleven years ago shone through the trees, casting thousands of colorful halos on the grass.

Sweat steamed down, and the sound of cicadas was deafening. The young special forces soldier was tied to a tree trunk, shouting something in exasperation until the boy in front of him, whose face could not be seen clearly, stood on tiptoe and planted a soft kiss on his chin.

"Zhong," the boy said with a smile.

"…"

"I won't tell you my name. If we meet again, I'll definitely tell you."

The face that once left a deep impression on Zhou Rong, but gradually blurred with the passing of eleven years of wind and sand, finally became clear again in front of him. The clear and beautiful pupils were like precious amber, and a smile emerged across time and space.

"Noah," Sinan's thin and cold lips were pressed against Zhou Rong's fingers, and he said in a low voice, "I used to be called Noah."

"I didn't mean to lie to you, Zhou Rong. You were also very handsome at that time."

"Since that year, I've liked you a little."

Ten minutes after the injection of the serum, Zhou Rong lost consciousness and immediately fell into a deep coma.

Ning Yu observed his condition closely with a flashlight. Zhou Rong was lying on the ground, his upper body leaning on Sinan's arms. His eyes were dark, and his breathing was weak and intermittent.

Because of the constant sweating, he was almost dehydrated. His sexy and handsome face was gray and haggard, and black blood spots were constantly emerging from the festering wound on the back of his neck.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the virus made the blood spots emerge from under the skin, and the power of the serum made them disappear one after another. The surface of the wound appeared to be in a very unstable condition.

Ning Yu stood up, only to hear Yan Hao ask softly behind him, "How is it?"

Ning Yu didn't want to get on Sinan's bad side.

He could see that this beautiful individual combat expert was more than capable of beating everyone with one hand when she was angry. Thus, he took two steps back and shook his head. "Not very good."

Yan Hao's face, which was already very pale, became even paler. It could even be said that he was turning green.

Ning Yu asked, "What did Zhou Rong say to you in the stairwell just now?"

Yan Hao didn't answer. Ning Yu's eyes flickered with a hint of mockery, "Don't tell me he wanted you to take care of his omega and use his pheromone to attract you to ensure that you can safely bring him back to the military base?"

He didn't immediately wait for an answer. He looked back and saw that Yan Hao's brows were tightly knitted. His usually gentle appearance was uncharacteristically cold and stern. He said, "Doctor Ning, if you say that again, I won't be able to help but beat you up."

Ning Yu laughed and didn't care at all, "Then what did you say?"

Yan Hao Dingding looked at the back of not far away. Sinan was hugging Zhou Rong, his chin resting on the top of Zhou Rong's head. His black hair covered his neck, and his back showed a smooth, beautiful, and powerful arc.

After a while, Yan Hao looked away, "When we left the 118 Brigade for T City, we accepted a secret mission.

A military personnel who defected from A Country was heading to our country with important resources. We had to successfully meet him and escort him back to B Military District. "

"The age, appearance, and occupation of the mission target were unknown. We were told that he was an omega and had already learned all the information about us. He would take the initiative to contact us after arriving at the destination.

Therefore, we could only wait passively in T City. Two weeks later, we only received news that the mission target's plane had crashed and that he might have died.

Before we had time to start a search and rescue along the route, the zombie virus had completely broken out. "

Ning Yu asked, "So you didn't complete this mission in the end?"

"No."

Yan Hao said, "But the captain just told me in the corridor that he began to suspect that we might have found this person."

Ning Yu raised his eyebrows. Yan Hao lowered his voice, "We met Sinan in T City.

He saved us and didn't mention anything about his previous experience. He took the survivors thousands of miles south and was chased by Romuir and others from A Country on the way.

The captain said that if his serum had anti-toxicity, then he was very likely to be the mission target that the 118 Brigade was responsible for receiving and protecting. "

"And the so-called 'carrying important resources' also had an explanation — he didn't need to carry anything. He himself was the most important resource. But we don't know why he defected from A Country and came back."

The helicopter's headlights shone through the strong wind into the night. Ning Yu slowly turned his head and said with subtle mockery, "So, what are you going to do if he wants to leave after Zhou Rong's death?"

Yan Hao was silent for a moment, then sat on the ground shakily. The fist holding the test tube pressed hard against his mouth, and there was some sadness under his long eyelashes that was difficult to hide in the darkness.

"… I don't know."

After a long time, he said, "But I will do everything I can to escort the captain's body back to the military base. I hope … I hope that the Sinan will come with us for the sake of this last point."

Suddenly, Sinan's voice came from the front, "Zhou Rong!"

The two looked up at the same time. Ning Yu rushed over and saw that Zhou Rong's breathing was short and rapid. His closed eyelids were trembling violently, and his body was convulsing and tensing. The wound on the back of his neck was torn open during his struggle. Ning Yu shone a flashlight on it and found that there was a large amount of purple blood flowing out!

Sinan pressed Zhou Rong's pulse with two fingers and said sternly, "Where's the serum?!

Give him another tube, quick! "

"… There's no more." Ning Yu shook his head and gasped, "There's no more. It's all gone."

"He will lose too much blood!"

"In this situation, we can only resign ourselves to fate …"

Sinan cursed and half-knelt beside Zhou Rong. He hammered his chest several times and then leaned over to listen to his heartbeat. With trembling hands, he gave Zhou Rong an external cardiac massage.

"Zhou Rong!

Wake up! "He roared in a hoarse voice," Zhou Rong! "

With a muffled bang, Zhou Rong's body jerked up violently. Several arrows of blood spurted out from the back of his neck as if his arteries had ruptured!

Ning Yu: "Captain Zhou?!"

Yan Hao: "Captain!!"

Sinan's pupils suddenly shrank. Amidst the other two people's uncontrollable screams, he saw the arrows of blood splattering on the ground. Bright red traces slowly emerged from the purplish black.

…

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

A voice came through the afternoon breeze and shouted in the distance, "Captain, come here quickly!"

Zhou Rong's head was dizzy. The scenery in front of him was suddenly close and suddenly far, like a whirlpool of colors.

He didn't know how long it took before he slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was a field full of sunshine and dust. Rows of army green soldiers were like white poplars that rose up from the ground.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the soldiers erupted in an uproar.

"Damn it!"

"Stop!"

He subconsciously ran in his dream, squeezed through the angry crowd, and stopped at the side of the training field.

A man was lying in the middle of the field. Zhou Rong recognized him as the General Manager Liu of the 118 Brigade. His face was covered in blood, he was unconscious, and his sternum was obviously caved in.

"Despicable!"

"You hit him so hard!"

"What's the use of being good at fighting? The drill is still a 19 vs 8 battle loss ratio!"

…

A young man's fingertips hovered in the air and stopped in front of General Manager Liu's throat. With his back facing them, he slowly stood up.

He had a head of short black hair and was wearing a grayish-white snow combat uniform. On his left arm was a metal White Eagle military emblem.

The combat didn't affect his neat appearance at all, and the uproar around him didn't seem to reach his ears at all.

Zhou Rong felt that the back of the young man was strangely familiar, but the dream was too chaotic, so he stopped in his tracks.

"It's him!" someone said angrily.

"Instructor White Eagle. Damn it, this pervert!"

The young man seemed to have sensed something and turned his head slightly.

He was wearing aviator sunglasses, and the black hair in front of his forehead stood up energetically. The edges of his glasses revealed a straight and slanted eyebrow.

Although he represented the Asian side, his height and hair color were very obvious, and the handsome outline of the lower half of his face was deeper than that of an Asian.

Across the crowd, his eyes happened to meet Zhou Rong's.

The young instructor White Eagle didn't seem to recognize him, but a few seconds later, his eyebrows subtly raised, as if he was a little surprised.

In the dream, Zhou Rong stood in the same place blankly, only to see the young man curl his lips at him.

It was a pair of light, thinly pursed lips that looked very cold and ruthless at first glance.

There was a fire burning in the depths of his mind, and the pain in his limbs and bones made his thoughts chaotic like boiling mud soup.

In the chaotic pain, Zhou Rong vaguely recalled what happened next — the instructor White Eagle stepped over General Manager Liu, who had four broken ribs, walked through the crowd, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

However, what happened in the dream was completely opposite of what happened in reality.

He watched the young man turn around and walk over step by step.

His consciousness sank into the deep sea, and the noise and curses quickly disappeared above the water's surface.

The surroundings became very quiet. The instructor White Eagle walked to Zhou Rong, took off his sunglasses, and stretched out his hand to him.

— All the actions were exactly like one year later. In the pharmacy of T City on a similar afternoon.

The young man who had just saved them on the street took off his motorcycle helmet, frowned his black and slender eyebrows, and looked at Zhou Rong with distrust for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand.

"My name is Sinan."

In the dream, the instructor White Eagle on the playground opened his mouth, and the two voices overlapped in the void, with familiar hoarseness and laziness.

"Sinan, the south of North and South."

"I came back for you …"

"You can't go."

On the rooftop of the building in the night, Zhou Rong suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Yan Hao was shouting something, and Ning Yu rushed forward. The wind raised by the helicopter disrupted all the shouts.

Zhou Rong turned over in strong spasms and gasps. He supported himself with one elbow on the ground and coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Cough cough … cough cough cough!

Cough cough — "

Sinan stretched out his hand and touched it. He looked up and said, "It's red."

Ning Yu turned on the flashlight. The light shone on the tip of Zhong Sinan's finger, and the blood Zhou Rong coughed out was completely red!

"… Sinan …" Zhou Rong said tiredly, "I …"

Sinan supported him with one hand and observed carefully. Under the light of the flashlight, the festering wound on the back of Zhou Rong's neck was completely covered by fresh red flesh, and gradually healed into a thin layer of scab.

"I …" Zhou Rong broke away from Sinan's hand, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly. "Brother Rong won't go … Don't leave me …"

He couldn't focus his eyes, and murmured, "Don't leave me, Brother Rong won't go."