"Zombies are attacking the camp at night. The situation is critical. Contact us later."

This was the last message the Black Falcon Group sent to the headquarters.

After that, for 36 hours, the communication department worked day and night, but they couldn't get in touch with them.

The conference room was filled with smoke. No one paid attention to the no-smoking rule in the headquarters anymore.

Lieutenant General Zheng took the lead and stood at the head of the conference table with a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, and his voice was hoarse.

"The search and rescue area is 200 kilometers long. It's basically a mountainous area. There are about 10,000 zombies wandering around.

The Eighth Group Army, which is carrying out search and rescue in Hebei, has gone to the scene in person. There are heavy casualties, but there are no signs of survivors.

The elite reconnaissance battalion of the Inner Mongolia base is on the way to the canyon. The follow-up report will come soon … "

"Is there any conclusion from the General Staff Department?" Someone asked.

Lieutenant General Zheng stopped smoking. White smoke rose in spirals. After a while, he said in a low voice, "If the reconnaissance battalion also doesn't find any survivors, it can be preliminarily concluded that the Black Falcon Group has been sacrificed."

"Motherf * cker!"

Someone in the back row suddenly stood up and smashed the teacup, "Tang Hao, that trash, give me back my soldiers!

You can't do anything right!

… "

"Battalion Commander Kong!" Lieutenant General Zheng shouted.

Someone immediately went up to pull him up. Zhou Rong glanced back and recognized that it was the paratrooper battalion next door — Tang Hao took nine elite soldiers of the paratrooper battalion with him this time. Hearing the news that the Black Falcon Group was wiped out, the battalion commander immediately lost control of his emotions.

"Enough!

If all the soldiers are sacrificed, Team Leader Tang will also die in the battle! "

Lieutenant General Zheng said sternly, "Besides, the mission is extremely difficult. Sacrifices are inevitable. Who can predict the direction of the zombie tide?!"

"Every soldier in our battalion was brought out by me from the Chengdu Military Region. Nine of them!"

Battalion Commander Kong was inexplicably angry, "The youngest one is only 20 years old. He's the only child in his family. He didn't even know who he wrote his will for!

… "

Zhou Rong interrupted him, "My youngest soldier just turned 18. She's a girl."

Battalion Commander Kong's roar paused.

"Deputy Minister Guo's whole family was martyred. His only grandson is also among them." Zhou Rong said slowly, "Those are the last four soldiers of our 118."

It was quiet all around. Unable to say anything, Battalion Commander Kong slumped back into his chair.

"I believe that there are still survivors. All members of the Black Falcon Group are equipped with secondary antibodies. Even if they were infected, they would not be wiped out."

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Rong got up from his seat and turned to Lieutenant General Zheng. "The Inner Mongolia base is not strong enough. I request the headquarters to take the lead and organize the rescue."

Lieutenant General Zheng's face sank. "The other party is an elite reconnaissance battalion. Their abilities are sufficient!"

"In that case, I request that you organize a more professional special forces rescue team."

Before Lieutenant General Zheng could answer, Battalion Commander Kong shouted as if he had been injected with adrenaline. Zeng!

Di stood up. "I'm willing to be the leader!"

Zhou Rong said in a low voice, "Please let me lead the team personally."

"…" Battalion Commander Kong blinked and looked at himself, then at Zhou Rong. He quickly said, "I, I'm willing to be the deputy of Captain Zhou!"

"Enough!" Lieutenant General Zheng couldn't bear it anymore.

Everyone in the conference room was silent.

After a while, under countless anxious gazes, Lieutenant General Zheng finally said, "If the reconnaissance battalion's search and rescue is still not successful, the General Staff Department of the South Sea will organize the last search and rescue in 12 hours. Battalion Commander Kong will be the leader.

Dismissed. "

The door of the conference room opened. The officers filed out and went back to their respective offices along the corridor in groups of three or five.

Lieutenant General Zheng finally finished organizing the documents and picked up his large ceramic tea jar. Just as he was about to leave, someone with sharp eyes and nimble hands came in from the side and slammed the wooden door shut with a backhand.

Lieutenant General Zheng stopped. "Colonel Zhou …"

"I request to go to the canyon for search and rescue."

"Request denied."

Zhou Rong asked coldly, "Why?"

In the communication office next door.

Sinan had Zhou Rong's military jacket draped over his shoulders. He was sleeping on the table with his arms under his pillow.

The officers' footsteps passed through the corridor and into the unlocked office door, waking him up.

Sinan moved and rubbed his eyes. "… Zhou Rong?"

It was quiet around. Zhou Rong hadn't come back yet.

Sinan yawned and poured himself a glass of warm water. He drank it slowly and felt refreshed.

Zhou Rong still hadn't come back. He looked at his watch, pushed the door open and walked out of the communication office. He vaguely heard a fierce argument coming from the General Staff Department's conference room at the end of the corridor.

"They've already been sacrificed, Colonel Zhou!

Both you and I are well aware of this!

The Eighth Search and Rescue Brigade has already lost so many people. How many more do you want us to sacrifice before you're satisfied?! "

Zhou Rong was furious. "Everyone is equipped with secondary antibodies. You're telling me that everyone was sacrificed in one night?!"

Lieutenant General Zheng: "The cure rate of secondary antibodies is only 50%!"

"Yan Hao even had a one in a thousand chance of getting the primary antibodies. How is it possible that none of the thirty people in the elite team survived the secondary antibodies?!"

Sinan stopped and stood silently outside the door.

Lieutenant General Zheng had no choice but to take a few steps back. He threw the large tea jar and documents on the conference table and asked, "Do you have to force me to tell the truth?"

"…"

"Dark night, forest, thousands of zombies besieging the camp. What do you think is the probability of being 'infected' and not 'eaten alive'?

No matter how good Yan Hao is, it won't work even if he bathes in the antibodies after being torn into pieces by the zombies!

It's not a problem of the antibodies at all! "

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Zhou Rongyi didn't say anything. He stood straight and his handsome face seemed to be frozen.

Lieutenant General Zheng looked at him and probably felt that his words were too harsh. He tried to soften his tone. "I understand how you feel, Colonel Zhou.

Everyone hopes that the Black Falcon Group can survive. Do you think I want them to be sacrificed?

How about this, I promise you that if Yan Hao, Guo Weixiang and the others can all come back alive, I'll fight for … No, I'll definitely help 118 recover its strength. What do you think? "

After a moment of silence, Zhou Rong said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll lead the search and rescue team myself."

Lieutenant General Zheng didn't even think about it. "No!"

"Why?"

"There's no why!

The General Staff Department won't allow it!

If you go to the front line, what about the antibody carrier?! "

Zhou Rong roared, "I'll go by myself!

I'll be responsible for his life and death!

Also, his name is Sinan, not antibody carrier! "

Zhou Rong's uncontrollable roar came out of the door and echoed clearly in the corridor.

Sinan wore Zhou Rong's military uniform that was still warm on his arm. He put his other hand in his trouser pocket and gently closed his eyes.

"It's too late, Colonel Zhou."

Lieutenant General Zheng was furious, but he showed amazing restraint. He looked into Zhou Rong's eyes and said word by word, "Your life and death doesn't belong to you alone from the moment you're labeled as an antibody carrier.

Have you thought about it? What if he commits suicide after you die?

Or even more simply, what if he tells me that if you send Zhou Rong, I won't cooperate with the experiment? What will you do then? "

Zhou Rong said impatiently, "Sinan won't …"

"What if he will?"

Lieutenant General Zheng immediately asked, "Do you think that in his heart, your life or the lives of his four comrades is more important?"

Zhou Rong suddenly opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Separated by the thin door, Sinan stood quietly for a long time. Zhou Rong's difficult to suppress, painful gasps finally came out of the door.

"… I know they're all alive, they're waiting for me … but I can't save them …"

Sinan looked down, took a step back, and turned around.

At this moment, Lieutenant General Zheng opened his mouth again. His voice was somewhat cold, "You should have known that this day would come, Colonel Zhou.

You're a soldier, and a soldier who often carries out high-risk missions and has to write a suicide note. Did you completely forget about this when you labeled Omega?

Didn't you notice that he's immune to the zombie virus?

Did you really not have the slightest doubt that he's the target of 118's mission?!

It's all your fault that things have developed to this point. You found yourself such a burden!

… "

Sinan's breathing was rapid. He covered his eyes hard, and his ears were buzzing.

A few seconds later, he suddenly crossed the corridor. He didn't return to the communication center, but went straight downstairs and left.

"I don't care what you say."

Lieutenant General Zheng forcibly blocked Zhou Rong, picked up the documents from the table, and picked up the big tea pot again. "Anyway, it's decided. You have to stay with the antibody carrier … that Sinan, that's what happened."

Zhou Rong's eyes were red, like a tiger at the end of its rope. "Sinan, he's not …"

Lieutenant General Zheng said angrily, "Unless you persuade him to perform surgery today to remove the mark!

Find another one!

You have to find one from the military!

If you meet the above three conditions, I'll immediately send you to the canyon. I mean it! "

"…" Zhou Rong froze for a long time, so long that Lieutenant General Zheng suddenly had a glimmer of hope. Only then did he shake his head and refuse. "No … no."

Lieutenant General Zheng was suddenly discouraged. "Then why are you still talking? Get the hell out of here."

But Zhou Rong didn't leave. He stared at Zheng Xie without backing down. "Sinan can join the search and rescue team."

"Are you crazy?!"

"No."

Zhou Rong said slowly and firmly. Every word was very clear. "Sinan is not a burden. He has always been a member of 118.

He went deep into the underground military area with us and rescued people along the way. I don't know how many times he risked his life to protect his comrades. Without him, we would have been wiped out many times.

Sinan has this ability. He has never been a weakling who needs to be protected in the rear. He is a companion who can fight side by side! "

"No, no!" Lieutenant General Zheng almost roared. "Stop talking!

If there's an accident with the ultimate antibody, we still need him. I can't allow the antibody carrier to be in any danger! "

Zhou Rong asked, "What accident can there be?!"

"Too many!

What if the ultimate antibody isn't in the canyon at all?

What if it never existed?! "

Zhou Rong stared at Lieutenant General Zheng in shock, as if he was staring at a monster.

Lieutenant General Zheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Don't waste time, Colonel Zhou.

Tonight at 23 o 'clock, the last search and rescue team will take off. I wish your team … no, I wish all the soldiers of the Black Falcon Group survive. "

Lieutenant General Zheng was still angry. He walked around the stiff Zhou Rong, opened the door, and walked out of the conference room.

There was a tree-lined road in front of the military research institute. Looking down from the third floor, the sun shone through the layers of green leaves of the French parasol tree, casting spots of light on the road.

Sinan's elbows were on the corridor window sill. He crossed his fingers and squinted slightly in the sunlight.

A moment later, the laboratory door clicked. Sinan turned around and saw Ning Yu taking off his mask and poking his head out. "Why are you here?

Why didn't you knock?

I just saw you when I turned around. "

Sinan didn't say anything and slowly turned around.

Ning Yu looked him up and down. "… What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Move."

Ning Yu blocked the laboratory door. "What are you doing here?"

"…" Sinan finally said lazily, "To draw blood."

"Today is not the day to draw blood."

"I just want to draw blood."

Ning Yu was full of doubts. He looked Sinan up and down, but the latter's calm face didn't change at all.

After a full half a minute, Ning Yu finally relaxed. He frowned and turned sideways to make way.

"Strange." He stared at Sinan coming in and muttered, "If you're unaccountably solicitous, you must be hiding evil intentions."

Sinan turned a deaf ear to him. He sat on the recliner in the middle of the laboratory and motioned for him to come over for the injection.

Ning Yu took two steps forward and suddenly stopped vigilantly. "I'm not going to get the injection. You must be trying to trick me."

Sinan asked back, "Why would I trick you?"

"Who knows? Maybe you want to hit me?"

"Why would I hit you?"

"How would I know what you're thinking?"

To Ning Yu's surprise, Sinan was obviously irritated. "Are you going to draw blood or not?"

"…" Ning Yu frowned behind his gold-rimmed glasses. He finally asked, "What's wrong with you today?"

Sinan didn't speak. After a while, he said faintly, "Nothing. I just suddenly want to help you with your work."

Ning Yu laughed and shook his head. He turned and walked to the side of the laboratory table. He said without looking back, "I don't need a lot of serum for the time being. The current research has reached the stage of how to clone the secondary antibody and improve the resistance of ordinary people to the antibody as much as possible.

Of course, I'll definitely need you to cooperate with the follow-up experiments. Drawing blood can wait until it's needed. "

Sinan ignored him. It was quiet behind him.

Ning Yu returned to the front of the microscope. However, as soon as he lowered his head, he suddenly realized something. He turned around abruptly. "Sinan!"

Sinan tightened the blood tape with his teeth and injected himself with a needle. The scarlet liquid slowly flowed into the blood bag.

"You really took the wrong medicine today!" Ning Yu said in disbelief. "Are you okay?

Did someone take over your soul?! "

Sinan didn't answer.

The blood bag was getting full and heavier. His cheeks, which were particularly pale because of staying up late, were oozing cold sweat.

Ning Yu watched as the blood bag overflowed and showed no signs of stopping. Finally, he couldn't help but shout, "Stop!

That's enough! "

Sinan turned a deaf ear to him.

"What do you want to do?

Stop! "

Ning Yu strode forward. Regardless of Sinan's dodging, he held him down and pulled out the needle. A thin line of blood appeared.

At this time, the blood bag had overflowed. Sinan's face was paler than paper. He leaned on the recliner and panted slightly. Ning Yu slapped him in the face.

"Hello, logistics department?" Ning Yu picked up the internal phone and said, "Send me a cup of high-protein supplement with sugar."

Sinan opened his eyes slightly and said mockingly, "Are you still the black-hearted scientist who drew my blood in one go?"

Ning Yu hung up the phone and retorted, "Are you still the Sinan who wanted to kick me out of the helicopter in order to get Zhou Rong on it?"

Sinan pondered for a moment. "You're right."

Ning Yu immediately stepped back three meters.

A moment later, the assistant brought the protein supplement. Ning Yu personally tore open the sugar packet and stirred three bags of sugar into it. Only then did he let Sinan drink it while it was hot and sleep.

Sinan lay back on the wide leather chair, still covered with Zhou Rong's military jacket.

He pulled the military jacket up to cover the tip of his nose and took a deep breath. His nasal cavity was filled with Zhou Rong's familiar aura of tyrannical, domineering, and warm alpha pheromone.

It was quiet at noon, and the laboratory was empty and cool. In the distance, only Ning Yu walked back and forth in his soft-soled shoes and the slight sound of glassware colliding with each other could be heard.

Sinan closed his eyes. After a while, he suddenly said in a muffled voice, "Doctor Ning?"

Ning Yu said from a distance, "Hmm?"

"How did you feel when you were doing sex experiments in the survivor base?"

Ning Yu's movements slowly stopped. He stood in the shadow of the corner between the separator and the incubator. After a while, he asked, "Why do you suddenly want to know this?"

"I just want to know what kind of psychological signs a person will have before they do something they know is wrong but still have to do."

Ning Yu put a test tube into the incubator. After a long time, he said faintly, "I forgot. Who remembers so much?"

Sinan nodded silently and closed his eyes.

Sinan slept in the laboratory until the evening. When he woke up, Ning Yu was not there. Only his assistant was guarding him in fear and trepidation. He said that Doctor Ning went to the institute to get some information.

Sinan refused his assistant's offer to drive him back. He walked back to the dormitory alone for half an hour. The sky was getting dark. A row of street lights in front of the dormitory building lit up, reflecting the moths that were constantly circling the trees.

19:30pm。

Sinan opened the door of the dormitory. Zhou Rong was sitting under the desk lamp, cleaning his gun.

"You're back?"

"Yes."

"Where did you go?"

Sinan walked to a place two steps away from the desk and stopped. After a while, he answered, "The institute."

Zhou Rong's eyes were red. He nodded silently.

"Why are you here?" Sinan asked.

"Lieutenant General Zheng asked me to come back and rest."

Zhou Rong tossed and turned the submachine gun in his hand, which had been polished until it was shiny black. He said, "I can't sleep."

The soldiers who were eating dinner in the cafeteria came back. The vague sound of people passing through the corridor and then going away, gradually disappearing.

In the dormitory, only the silent breathing of the two and the slight buzzing of the desk lamp could be heard.

Sinan walked forward, took out Zhou Rong's gun, and put it on the desk. His movements were gentle but irresistible.

Then he squeezed between the desk and the chair, raised his leg and straddled Zhou Rong's thigh. The distance between the two suddenly became very close. Their breathing was intertwined, and their heartbeats were close. Even a trace of emotion in each other's eyes could not be hidden.

Sinan looked down at Zhou Rong. His eyebrows were quite thick and slanted upward. His eye sockets were deep, his nose was high, and his lips were thin.

This kind of face made him full of hostility and arrogance when he was not smiling. He seemed to be a man with a heart of stone, but also had a cold and heartless charm.

Sinan lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Zhou Rong's nose, and then kissed his tightly pursed lips.

Sinan's kiss was not skillful. He just used the tip of his tongue to warm and intimately trace the shape of Zhou Rong's lips, and then went into his teeth and licked the sequence of each tooth.

Because of the slightly higher angle, the kiss continued to deepen. Zhou Rong suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Sinan's arm. His grip was so tight that even the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"… Sinan." Finally, when their lips and tongues parted slightly, Zhou Rong panted and turned his head away. "Wait, now is not the time …"

Sinan freed his right hand and unbuttoned Zhou Rong's military uniform shirt one by one. He then slid his hand down his strong, naked chest to his back, followed the well-defined muscles of his back, and slid down the waist of his trousers to the end of his abdominal muscles. Then, he forcefully unbuckled his belt.

There were calluses on the tips of his slender fingers, and scars on his fingertips that could not be erased over the years. Those were the scars left behind by countless electric shocks and cruel battles. When his hand reached into his trousers, Zhou Rong's nerve endings suddenly trembled, as if he had been electrocuted.

Zhou Rongyi grabbed his wrist. "No, Sinan, I really don't …"

Under the table lamp, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he was restless like a trapped beast. A large shadow covered his handsome face.

Sinan stared at him coldly for a moment, then pushed the edge of the table behind him, and the swivel chair slid backward.

Then, Sinan slid down the chair, and before Zhou Rong realized what he was going to do,

600 words in the middle

They fell on the narrow single bed. After a long time, their heavy breathing gradually subsided. Zhou Rong's body was mostly on top of Sinan. He silently pulled him into his arms and kissed his wet forehead.

"… I'm sorry."

Sinan whispered hoarsely, "It's okay."

They snuggled up to each other. Their bare skin was pressed tightly against each other, and there was no gap between their warmth. Zhou Rong, who had not slept for nearly 40 hours, finally felt a little tired.

"Sleep."

Zhou Rong closed his eyes, then forced himself to open them again. "I have to go to the General Staff Department for a meeting in two hours …"

"I'll wake you up in two hours."

Sinan curled up on his chest and whispered, "When you wake up, you'll find that all your problems have been solved … Please believe me."

Zhou Rong had a vague suspicion, but his consciousness soon blurred.

He kissed Sinan's hair, closed his eyes, and fell into a short, deep sleep.

The luminous clock at the head of the bed flickered in the dark. Sinan opened his eyes, and his gaze was calm and clear.

He waited quietly in his sleep.