The next day, the transfer order that General Zheng sent to Zhou Rong alone was finally announced.

Chun Cao, Yan Hao, Ding Shi, and Guo Weixiang were assigned to the Special Operations Team. Tang Hao was the team leader, and they were sent to the zombie-infested land to look for the Ultimate Antibody sample that fell into the valley.

Zhou Rong was specially appointed to do his old job as a central guard.

Sinan stood in front of the window with his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows. He held a cup of hot tea in his left hand and put his right hand in his trouser pocket, revealing the medical tape that had just been applied to his arm after the blood was drawn.

At the gate of the military zone in the distance, a military green Jeep reflected the sunlight. Chun Cao and Yan Hao were fully armed, while Zhou Rong was wearing a white T-shirt, a black jacket, and trousers. He looked light and neat as he said goodbye to his team members one by one.

Tang Hao sat impatiently in the driver's seat. He held his forehead and looked at his watch repeatedly. It was obvious that his patience was gradually reaching its limit.

"Bring your communicator. Call Brother Rong at critical moments. Brother Rong will send out long-distance technical guidance. There is also a one in a thousand chance that he will activate the summoning array and reveal himself …"

Zhou Rong finally patted Chun Cao's head and forcefully hooked his arm around Yan Hao's shoulder. He smiled casually and said, "Okay, that's about it. I hope that our 118 … former 118 Sixth Squadron members will not be afraid of hardships and difficulties. We will work together to restrain Lieutenant Colonel Tang's unlucky character. We will successfully complete the map and get the equipment so that we can clear the Resident Evil dungeon as soon as possible."

Tang Hao roared, "Who's unlucky?!

Zhou Rong! "

Tang Hao slammed the car door fiercely. Before he could come forward, the four former 118 Special Operations Team members all turned around.

The two sides stared at each other for a long time. Tang Hao covered his forehead and sighed. "You guys should pack up. The fighter jet will take off in ten minutes. Look at the time!"

Guo Weixiang seemed to be unable to control himself and wanted to say something, but Yan Hao pulled him back and shook his head gently.

"Alright, let's go."

Yan Hao picked up the 30-kilogram equipment bag from the ground and threw it over his shoulder. He took the initiative to give Zhou Rongyi a tight hug. "Brother Rong, you haven't treated us to a meal yet. When we come back with the antibodies, remember not to run away from this meal."

Zhou Rong said, "Okay, okay. There's enough vegetable malatang in the cafeteria."

Chun Cao's eyes were filled with tears. "Dad, will you give birth to a younger brother with the new mother when I'm not around?"

Zhou Rong: "Of course, my silly daughter. By the time you come back, you'll have given birth to a platoon. Get ready to be a sibling demon, Keke."

Guo Weixiang: "I have nothing to say. I only recognize Brother Rong as my captain … Ouch!" Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Rong gave him a hard slap, and the rest of his brave words were swallowed back into his stomach.

Zhou Rong: "Get out of here!"

Zhou Rong watched them walk out one by one. Not far away, Lieutenant Colonel Jin Hua stood under a tree with her arms crossed, silently watching the people at the end of the line.

However, Ding Shi didn't respond to her gaze. He kept his head down deliberately, like a big boy who had done something wrong, and hurriedly got into the Jeep.

Tang Hao finally pressed the horn, and the car slowly turned around, driving towards the port with a cloud of dust.

The dust lifted the hem of Zhou Rong's short jacket, revealing his sturdy waist and the long pants hanging from his hips.

He took out a cigarette box, flicked out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long puff.

Because he didn't have to carry out any missions, his gun was confiscated. The back of his waist was empty, and he always felt that something was missing.

"Hey!"

Zhou Rong said loudly. Lieutenant Colonel Jin Hua turned around and caught the cigarette box that was thrown at him.

Jin Hua smiled with slightly red eyes, and mouthed "thank you" to Zhou Rong.

In the distance, on the third floor, the steam from the hot tea was rising in spirals, obscuring Sinan's eyes.

"Zhou Rong wants to go very much," he suddenly said softly.

Ning Yu stared at the microscope attentively, and said, "Hmm, then why not?"

Sinan said coldly, "Because your stupid experiment hasn't been completed yet."

Ning Yu burst out laughing, but it quickly turned into a muffled cough that vibrated from her chest.

"It's okay, after a while, the preliminary synthesis of artificial antibodies will be done. Although it's only suitable for a few people with good genes, it can be implemented within the special forces, and it can give soldiers the ability to heal quickly after being bitten by zombies."

Ning Yu barely stopped coughing, and said hoarsely, "After they bring back the ultimate antibodies and make a vaccine that can be popularized to all the people, you'll be completely free. You can go wherever you want with Zhou Rong, or you can lie down and eat the country's food for the rest of your life."

Sinan didn't comment on the last sentence, but turned his head to look at Ning Yu.

"What?"

Sinan said lightly, "Since I've known you, this is the most human thing you've said."

Ning Yu immediately returned to his original crafty and mean self, "If you don't know how to speak Chinese, then speak less. What kind of bad description is that?

Come here, I'll give you a shot of the vaccine … Hey, where are you going? "

Sinan drank the hot tea in one gulp, and walked out of the door without looking back, "To Chinese cram school."

Zhou Rong squinted under the glaring sunlight. Sinan's figure crossed the open space, against the breeze, and walked towards him.

Jin Hua had already left, and there were no pedestrians in the military area. In the distance, the sentinel stood on the sentry box with a gun on his back, as straight as a javelin.

Zhou Rong watched Sinan approach with a cigarette in his mouth. Suddenly, he opened his arms and said lazily, "Hey, come here!"

"…"

"Brother Rong is in a bad mood, come here and comfort him!"

Sinan stopped, looked at Zhou Rong up and down, and asked, "How do you want to comfort him?"

Zhou Rong asked slyly, "Last night, when you were in a bad mood, how did Brother Rong comfort you?"

Sinan thought for a moment, and said sincerely, "Okay."

Then he suddenly bent down, and imitated the way Zhou Rong carried him all the way back to the dormitory last night, and picked up Zhou Rong horizontally.

"Hahaha-" Zhou Rong's uncontrollable laughter resounded through the open space, and the two sentinels not far away almost popped their eyes out of their frames.

They saw Sinan carrying Zhou Rong, who was four inches taller than himself, and holding his breath, walked more than 20 meters with his head held high, and finally couldn't support himself anymore, and fell down with a thump. The two of them were covered in dirt, and rolled into a ball.

The operation group that returned to the land to search for antibodies was codenamed "Black Falcon", and was composed of 30 elite soldiers, each of whom wrote a suicide note before leaving.

Everyone knew the danger of this task.

After the arrival of spring, a large number of zombies along the coast moved north, and the whole of North China, especially the area around B City, almost became a world of the living dead.

The fighter jets airdropped the search team to the mountain area, and all the dangers that followed were unknown. If they happened to land on top of the zombie tide in the north, it would only be a matter of minutes before they were completely wiped out.

Moreover, Tang Hao, who was from the army, was not the best person to lead the team. Everyone knew that such an extremely difficult task, which was likely to require a single soldier to break through in the end, should actually be led by Zhou Rong himself, to ensure that they could retreat safely to the greatest extent.

But Zhou Rong couldn't go.

He was a born soldier, and there was a desire from his soul to go to the battlefield, but now he could only be trapped in the rear.

Sinan didn't say anything, and as usual, went to the cafeteria with Zhou Rong at noon. The two of them sat face to face and ate, and then returned to the dormitory together.

The two dormitories of Yan Hao, Chun Cao, and Xiangzi Da Ding next door were empty.

In the morning, the four of them packed up their equipment like a gust of wind, and went out to report to the dormitory. In the blink of an eye, the air became quiet, as if the sound of heavy footsteps could cause echoes.

In the afternoon, Zhou Rong went to the central office to report to his new post. Before he left, he rolled up Sinan's napkin, stuffed it into his pocket, and took it away.

At the same time, the fighter jet arrived at the border of Hebei, and the cabin was violently shaking in the strong airflow at high altitude.

Looking down from the front window, the mountains and rivers were densely packed, and the tide of walking dead occupied every inch of the field of vision.

"I'll repeat it again, listen carefully!"

Thirty soldiers sat on both sides of the cabin, with their backs straight against the wall. They could only hear Tang Hao pacing and shouting, "After landing, everyone gather in the direction of the signal smoke!

The target is the mountains and valleys ten kilometers away. The search area is two hundred kilometers long, the average width is sixteen kilometers, the average depth is nine hundred meters, and the total area is one thousand six hundred square kilometers!

The radio frequency has been adjusted for you!

During the search, if anyone sees a branch with a bloody coat tied to it, immediately fire a signal flare, and everyone will immediately come to gather! "

"Everyone, come and draw a lot, the one who draws the red lot will be the first to go down!

Pilot?

Pilot, prepare to carry out the airborne landing! "

The pilot responded and lowered the fighter jet's altitude. Everyone held the rings tightly, leaned forward, and drew a lot from the paper tube in Tang Hao's hand.

"Okay." Tang Hao took the last one and said, "Let's light it up."

Three seconds later.

Tang Hao: "…"

Tang Hao held the red lot with a blank expression.

The soldiers couldn't bear to look at him, and Chun Cao whispered, "He's really an unlucky chief …"

Guo Weixiang: "No, he's not a chief anymore, he's not a king!

Can this mission really be completed?

Is it too late for me to write a report and apply for it now?! "

Yan Hao: "Shut up!

Concentrate on praying, maybe we can still save ourselves! "

The cabin door of the fighter jet opened, and it swooped down, scattering dozens of small black dots under the hazy sky above the mountains.

A moment later, the parachutes opened one after another, and under the gaze of the zombies in the surrounding villages, the fighter jet swayed and flew towards the direction of the canyon.

Whoosh — —

The branches came at them like countless tiny whips whipping their bodies.

Then their bodies were in the air, and with a loud bang, Chun Cao broke the parachute bag and jumped to the ground. She rolled on the ground, got up, and pulled out a submachine gun.

The nearby mountain road was the only way for the zombie migration. Groups of the living dead in ragged clothes, with dark and withered faces, roared and gathered around her.

Chun Cao quickly opened fire, and the bullets of the machine gun shot out, blowing up the heads of the zombies around her.

More zombies came from afar, following the sound. She raised the muzzle, and suddenly saw a parachute fly over her head, quickly crossing the stream, and hit the opposite mountain wall with the wind.

"Ah ah ah ah ah — —"

In an instant, Chun Cao recognized who it was, and immediately turned pale with fright, "… No!

Yan Hao!! "

Bang!

Chun Cao covered her eyes, unable to bear the sight.

High up in the canyon, Yan Hao hit the mountain wall with his arms and legs spread out, and the parachute slowly fell behind him.

Chun Cao, "… Team Flower, are you okay, Team Flower?"

After a long while, Yan Hao finally struggled to turn his head. He was dizzy, and his face was bruised and swollen. When he opened his mouth, two tubes of blood flew down from his nose,

"Not very good …"

Spring Grass fired a few shots, dealing with the zombies that had gathered again. Then she leaped like a nimble wild deer and ran to the stream. She ran through the rapid stream and landed on the bank, drenched. Then she climbed up the mountain wall in no time.

Yan Hao finally cut the parachute rope, and leaned against a concave crack on the vertical mountain wall. After gasping for breath for a while, he reluctantly said, "I, I finally know how a Sinan feels when the car window is hit from the front …"

"What are you thinking," Chun Cao said sympathetically, "A Sinan can still be beautiful after a nosebleed, but you will be swollen like a pig's head … Here, I'll give you a sanitary pad, quickly wipe the blood, don't attract the zombies from the surrounding villages."

The sanitary pads were a must-have tool for experienced veterans to use during a long journey to stop bleeding and absorb perspiration.

Yan Hao opened the pink packaging expressionlessly, and used the pad to suck the surging nosebleed, and asked, "Where are Da Ding and Xiangzi?"

"I don't know, they came down later, and haven't caught up yet.

Where's the signal smoke? "

Yan Hao raised his chin forward.

At nine o 'clock north, a yellow signal smoke rose from the depths of the canyon, and swayed into the sky.

Ten minutes later, the storm-like gunshots suddenly stopped, and zombies were scattered all over the stream.

Chun Cao and Yan Hao held their guns, and began to move in the direction of the signal smoke.

This damn place was far from being isolated from the world, but the road was even more difficult to walk on than the primitive mountain forest. It was narrow and rugged, and if one slipped, one would fall down. If one was lucky, one's head would bleed, and if one was unlucky, one's bones would be broken.

Yan Hao held his breath sideways, and his back was pressed against the cliff. Step by step, he walked across the mountain road, and suddenly said,

"When Sinan crashed and fell into this deep mountain, did he walk along this road to ask for help?"

"Yes," Chun Cao said casually behind him, "But he should have walked in the opposite direction, toward the outside of the canyon."

"That's not easy, after all, he was seriously injured."

"Oh."

The two were silent for a moment, and then they heard vague gunshots and shouts in the distance. It should be their teammates who had shot to break out of the encirclement after landing, and the sound soon returned to silence.

"Do you think the higher-ups will let Brother Rong sit in the office in the future?" Yan Hao suddenly asked.

Chun Cao said, "Of course, otherwise, what if something happens to him, Sinan? Sinan will immediately collapse."

Yan Hao seemed to think of something, and his expression became slightly gloomy, and he fell silent.

The surroundings were very quiet, and only the gurgling of the stream in the valley could be heard. Other than that, there was only the breathing of the two people, and the occasional sound of gravel being stepped on.

Chun Cao secretly looked at Yan Hao from the corner of her eye, and thought for a long time, and finally coughed.

"Well … Yan Hao, do you still like Si Xiaonan?"

Yan Hao held the gun in one hand and supported himself on the rock with the other. After a long time, he said in a muffled voice, "Maybe a little."

"Then … what do you like about him?"

"I don't know.

At first, I just felt that he saved us, and he was young, so I wanted to take care of him.

Later, I found that his presence was usually weak, and he didn't talk much, but at critical moments, he often saved people, and even risked his life to save me several times. Slowly, I felt … different. "

Chun Cao couldn't help but ask, "But isn't that gratitude?"

"Maybe at first."

Yan Hao paused, and then explained, "I've never seen such an Omega. No, I should say that I've never seen such a person.

It was also the first time in my life that I felt that kind of love transformed from gratitude and admiration.

Later, after he and Brother Rong marked each other, I saw that he was so satisfied, and I thought that I should just forget about it. Don't you like someone because you want to see him happy?

Even if that happiness wasn't given by me, it doesn't matter. "

Chun Cao listened quietly, raised her hand, and changed the channel of the satellite communicator.

The earpiece buzzed, and after a short while, it became clear.

"I always thought so, until the day Brother Rong was infected, and he asked me why I didn't pay with my life."

Yan Hao's voice became softer, and he was almost muttering to himself, saying, "At that time, I realized … that I was still a little sad."