Looking forward through the windshield of the military plane, the bright lights reflected Zhong Sinan's rapidly falling figure from the night sky, disappearing into the darkness like a meteor.

Someone shouted, "He jumped!"

Zhou Rong silently put down the binoculars, only to hear Lieutenant General Zheng's hoarse roar in the wind over the radio, "The first task is to bring back the antibody carrier!

You must capture him alive!

Immediately bring him back to the South Sea after you find him!

Is that clear?! "

The twenty special forces soldiers behind the cabin all looked at Zhou Rong, and the battalion commander of Kong Zi whispered, "Captain Zhou …"

Zhou Rong let out a long sigh, "Understood."

Then he hung up the radio, picked up the parachute bag, and walked to the cabin entrance.

The lights in the rear cabin were dim, and every soldier was carrying bags full of equipment. Except for the rumbling of the plane, it was silent.

Zhou Rong looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice, "Let's not talk about unnecessary things.

After we go down, everyone gather at the location where the signal flare was fired. Any objections? "

"No!"

Zhou Rong nodded, "Very good." Then he took the lead to open the cabin door and jumped down.

The wind blew past Sinan's ears, lifting up his short hair and collar. Then there was a "bang!"

Sound, the parachute opened automatically, and his free fall suddenly stopped, and he slowly drifted toward the towering trees where he couldn't even see his own fingers.

The sound of the waterfall passed under his feet and then went away, and the salty smell of the rotten forest hit him in the face.

Sinan pulled out his military knife and cut the parachute rope, and the timing was extremely precise.

In the next moment, he broke free and fell into the dense canopy. He crashed and fell between the tree branches, grabbing onto several particularly thick branches to stop his body, hanging steadily in midair.

He held the weight with one hand, and put on the monocular night vision lens with the other. His right eye suddenly turned into a world of deep black, dark green, and light green intertwined.

Looking up, the military plane poured out more than twenty parachutes, like dandelion seeds floating to the ground.

Looking down, in the deep and vast forest, the dragging footsteps and long wails of zombies reverberated everywhere.

"This is so f * cking exciting," Sinan murmured. He let go of his hand and landed on the ground. The moment his feet touched the ground, two zombies jumped out from behind the tree. Before the first one could touch him, Sinan kicked the first zombie's sternum. The zombie's sternum was crushed, and it flew into the tree trunk and stopped moving.

The junction between the chin and the neck of the one at the back was pierced straight through by the military tri-edged spear, and the brain burst out. When the Sinan pulled out the saber, it fell to the ground with a bang.

With a swing of the tri-edged thorn, flesh and blood splattered on the ground.

Sinan sheathed his saber and walked forward. Suddenly, there was a noise behind him, and then —

Da da da da da da!

Da da da da!

A rain of bullets echoed through the forest as the search and rescue team landed, attracting a large number of zombies!

Although they had been injected with pheromone inhibitors, the fresh flesh and blood of more than twenty young men from the special forces was as bright as a searchlight in the middle of the night to the zombies.

The zombies within a few hundred meters rushed forward like demons in the dark night. A few of them didn't even have time to put on their night vision goggles before they hastily opened fire. The muzzles of their guns spat out tongues of fire, and rows of zombies' skulls were blown off!

Zhou Rongyi moved forward steadily while firing his gun. The zombies along the way staggered and fell, and their limbs were trampled into muddy flesh and blood under his feet.

Then, he pressed the earpiece loudspeaker, and a roar that was magnified thousands of times suddenly resounded through the forest. "Sinan!"

"I know you're here!

I see the parachutes! "

A hundred meters away, Sinan stopped in his tracks.

"Come back!

Move with the main force!

You can't do it alone! "

Sinan was silent. He stood behind the rock, and his tall and straight silhouette in the night seemed to blend into the shadows.

"… Come back," Zhou Rong said in a low voice. "Sinan, come back to me."

He sounded a little sad at the end of his words, and there was also a strong, unconcealable anxiety and worry.

Sinan listened attentively for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and laughed. "You're wrong, Zhou Rong."

As soon as he spoke, the regret in his words was drowned out by the sound of gunfire. No one but himself could hear it.

"Before I met you, I was always alone … I've never been a burden to anyone."

The sound of gunfire continued, and the howls of the zombies became more and more sparse. The airborne force's battle was coming to an end.

Sinan didn't stay any longer. He pulled out his submachine gun and sneaked into the night.

After the Black Falcon Group was attacked, the South Sea had contacted two search and rescue teams. However, the terrain of the canyon was complicated and the primitive jungle was dense. The first team was forced to turn back before they could even find the location.

The second team of reconnaissance troops entered the general area of the missing people, but they couldn't find the exact location of the attacked camp. They had to give up the search and rescue because of heavy casualties.

It was almost five o 'clock in the morning.

Through the night vision goggles, countless light green shadows roamed aimlessly in the forest, while Sinan rushed through the towering canopy and leaped over the heads of zombies. His movements were as agile as an ape.

If the Hollywood film industry hadn't collapsed, he could have been the inspiration to make several Monkey Man 123 and Monkey Man 123.

Waterfall.

Si Nan swung the branch, and in a split second, he had locked onto the faint sound of water coming from the front.

Even snakes didn't have a waist as flexible as his. Before the zombies under the tree surrounded him, he jumped out almost close to the canopy.

He also remembered it when he heard the sound when he was parachuting. When Spring Grass and Zhou Rong were talking, there was a vague roar of water near her. It should be a waterfall.

As long as there wasn't a small waterfall in this damn canyon, he could find the missing camp by following the sound of water.

The water vapor in front of him was getting thicker and thicker. After passing through the mountainous forest, suddenly the sound of the waterfall was accompanied by water droplets.

Sinan climbed to the top of the tree and took out the military binoculars.

This was the lowest place in the middle of the canyon. A medium-sized waterfall fell with snowflakes into the deep pool at the bottom and divided into two rivers leading to the winding valley.

Sinan kept adjusting the focus of the binoculars along the trees on both sides of the river. Suddenly, he stopped — hundreds of meters away on the river bank, the rocky beach was uneven and scattered with something like marching bags.

Without hesitation, he slid down from the canopy to the bottom of the tree like a snake.

It only took him two minutes to run the few hundred meters of rugged mountain road. At this time, the darkest time before dawn had passed. Just like ink becoming lighter after being mixed with water, the valley and river slowly outlined a dark gray shadow.

Sinan stopped on the rocky beach, gasping for breath. He stared at the remains of several leftover corpses in tattered camouflage clothes not far away. After a long time, his Adam's apple moved violently.

He walked forward, turned the corpses over one by one with trembling hands, and checked their faces and the nameplates on their chests, which had rotted beyond recognition.

Every time he turned over a corpse, his heart was clenched by an invisible claw. Then, he loosened it slightly, and then it tightened ten times, a hundred times before he turned over the next corpse.

This cycle repeated until all the corpses were examined. Sinan sat on the ground, and after a long time, he felt his heart slowly begin to beat again.

There was no 118, no one he knew.

He took a breath, dragged the corpses neatly together, took off all the nameplates, and put them in his backpack — the steel plate with the military bugle was proof of their sacrifice.

Then he got up and looked around, followed the obvious footprints on the ground, and walked into the open space in the forest. The devastated camp finally appeared in front of him.

The collapsed tents, the extinguished bonfires, the broken limbs all over the ground, and the heads that died with their eyes wide open … It was like a silent and tragic pantomime that was spread out unabashedly under the gray dawn sky.

Every inch of the ground that was soaked in blood was a silent reminder of the cruel reality that it had witnessed.

Sinan's mind was almost blank.

It took him nearly half an hour to piece together all the broken limbs and heads, collected all the nameplates from around the camp, and held them in his hand to compare them one by one.

After comparing them from beginning to end twice, he finally knelt on the ground in exhaustion, pressed his forehead against the salty soil, and took a long breath.

He did not believe in God and Buddha, and responded to the cross with contempt and ridicule. At that moment, he involuntarily said in English from the bottom of his heart:

“thanks god.”

Then he could not help but smile to himself, and softly mocked himself: "… Sure enough, it was a last-minute effort."

Sinan got up and walked out of the camp, wanting to wash his hands in the river.

But just as he got up and walked a few steps, he suddenly sniffed sensitively. He smelled a faint but extremely strong scent in front of him — a trace of doubt flashed through Sinan Xin's mind. He followed the scent to the forest, stepped over the bushes under his feet, and suddenly stopped.

His pupils could not help but slightly shrink slightly, and he finally understood why the zombie tide attacked the camp at night.

— — Under the tree, there were four bodies with unfamiliar faces piled up. Their stomachs were cut open, and their internal organs were turned out. In this weather, they had already begun to rot, and there was an extremely strong, mixed with the stench of alpha pheromone.

But there were no bite or scratch marks on the bodies, and their limbs were relatively intact — — they were killed by someone.

Someone used cruel means to cut open the four soldiers' stomachs, piled them near the camp at night, and used the strong alpha pheromone to attract the zombie tide!

This was really cold-blooded.

Sinan took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

He suppressed the vague speculation in his heart and wanted to go forward to carefully examine the bodies. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something in the soil not far from the bodies, and a faint light flashed.

It was a steel nameplate with a thin chain.

Sinan stepped forward and picked it up.

For some reason, when his fingertips touched the cold steel, his heart suddenly beat wildly, as if he was about to vomit from his throat. Until he turned the nameplate over.

It was a series of familiar numbers.

Sinan's hands began to tremble, and he looked at the series of numbers one by one, as if he suddenly could not recognize the simplest Arabic numerals.

1180610

— — Yan Hao.

Sinan slowly knelt on the ground, and his mind was empty as if he was not thinking about anything, but suddenly he remembered a lot of things.

In the B Military Region base, the two teams were about to separate. Yan Hao stepped forward and hugged him tightly, standing in the rail tunnel and smiling back.

On the bank of the river, Yan Hao sat in the sparkling sunset, gathering the courage to tentatively hold his hand.

The Yan Hao who was a little sad but was always very gentle, the Yan Hao who was always thinking of others, the Yan Hao who stood under the sun and played with his teammates while laughing heartily … In the end, he turned into the figure who choked with tears and curled up in pain in the middle of the night when the wind howled on the rooftop.

"I can't give you the antibody, but can I give you my life?"

— — Can I give you my life, Sinan?

Sinan trembled and held the nameplate tightly, and the sharp edge even cut into the flesh of his palm, but he did not feel any pain.

He tried to suppress the sour and hot gasp, arched his body, and stabbed his fingers deeply into the soil soaked in blood.

Crash — —

After two seconds, Sinan realized the movement. He looked up and saw the trees more than ten meters away shaking, and something was leaving in a hurry.

It was a person!

"Hey!" Sinan shouted, "Stop!"

The person was still running away, and Sinan only felt a cold evil fire rushing to the top of his head. He got up and chased after the person!

At this time, the sky was still dark, and the night vision goggles were almost useless. It was the time when the visibility was at its worst.

The person was moving so fast that it was impossible to see his shadow clearly in the dense forest. There were a few times when Sinan could only determine his direction based on the sound. The two flew over fallen dead trees and protruding rocks, like a cheetah and an antelope chasing each other. They chased each other for a whole cigarette's worth of time. Suddenly, Sinan stopped and rolled on the ground with his hands on his head. "Bang!" A bullet brushed past him!

Sinan cursed silently, ducked behind a tree, and returned fire with a backhand!

The silent forest was instantly enveloped by the bombardment of submachine guns. In an instant, tree trunks and bullet shells flew everywhere.

The other party obviously did not expect Sinan to be equipped with such high firepower. After firing a few more shots, he immediately turned off the machine gun and went into hibernation. The dense gunfire suddenly stopped.

The smoke slowly dissipated. Sinan leaned against a tree and looked back, narrowing his sharp eyes slightly.

He knew that the other party was also waiting and observing.

The confrontation was like a bowstring that was gradually stretched to its limit. The forest was so quiet that it was almost terrifying.

A kilometer away, in a clearing in the forest.

The moment the gunshots rang out, Zhou Rong put down his binoculars and jumped down from a three to four-meter-tall tree. He got up and waved his hand, and without turning his head, he ordered, "There's a firefight 900 meters ahead at eleven o 'clock. Go after it."

The twenty Special Forces soldiers stood at attention. "Yes, sir!"