MTL - Undead-Chapter 62 .Chapter 62

The wind whizzed across the roof, whimpering, and the horror's footsteps accompanied by roars rang from the empty dark building.

Si Nan's hands and wrists were twisted behind Zhou Rong's back, and he raised his concubine and stared at Yan Hao, asking for a long time, "How much is your life worth?"

The bleak moonlight leaked from the dark clouds, reflecting Yan Hao's pale face.

"Sinan, calm down, listen to me." Zhou Rong posted a very quick voice in Sinan's ear. While pulling him back, he tried to calm down in a low voice: "It's my idea, it has nothing to do with Yan Hao. Brother Rong must not be infected, ah, obedient, obedient Si Xiaonan ... Sinan! "

The ending changed suddenly, Zhou Rong only felt strong attack from the front, it was Sinan-he even broke his wrist, and the flashlight twisted back in an indescribable posture, thundering Zhou Rong in a thunderous sweep Go out!

That skill was too fast, Zhou Rong quickly got up, but under the aggressive close attack of Si Nan, he could only lose step by step. Yan Hao got up and backed up, but had no time to step back, and saw that Si Nan grabbed Zhou Rong's arm, and threw him from the shoulder to the ground like a whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, he ran to Yan Hao, stepped on his chest, and flew up with his strength. Yan Hao could only feel the strong wind coming to his face. The battle-hardened special forces didn't even have time to react, so he was hit by a deep and fierce backspin in the air and hit the skull side.

Change happened too quickly. Sinan never really acted on this group of special forces, but at this moment he was like a wild cheetah that could not restrain the ferociousness, and they were resolved in less than five seconds.

Ning Yu only had time to open the helicopter door and shouted in the sound of hunting: "Wait--"

Yan Hao felt the lumbar spine sink. In a severe vertigo, he realized that he was resting on the hard concrete floor by Sinan's knee, and then his fingers holding the antibody tightly were pulled away one by one.

"Sinan, Sinan, don't do this ..." Yan Hao said in pain: "Sinan ..."

Sinan Zhiruo heard, gasping hoarse and bloody. Just as he was about to open Yan Hao's last finger, his throat suddenly tightened.

Zhou Rong came from behind, holding his elbow tightly around Sinan's neck, almost dragging him away from Yan Hao with his whole body strength, dragging him a few meters alive, holding him tightly in his arms.

"You look at me, Sinan, look at me." Zhou Rong squeezed him into the corner, and the whole person pressed on him, blocking all the struggled exits of Sinan with this desperate attitude, forcing his chin to order He looked into his eyes: "I'm your brother Rong, did you see it? How can you be patient with your brother Rong? Ah?"

Sinan's short hair was soaked with sweat, and her long, dark eyebrows were twisted together, and her face was simply astonishingly white. Zhou Rong shook his hand and held Si Nan's head, forcing him to break free, but to face his eyes squarely: "It's okay, don't cry, it's okay ... Obedient Si Xiaonan, you let Rong Ge take that shot, in case antibody What should I do if this doesn't happen? What kind of face does Rong have?

Sinan said, "You have made an appointment, you ..."

Zhou Rong said, "Yes, it's my idea, it's nothing to do with Yanhao. You calm down and listen to me ... Sinan!"

Zhou Rong pressed Si Nan who was struggling again: "You listen to me! Only one out of ten antibodies can live, do you want to bet this one-tenth chance with the hope of all human beings? Ah? What to do if you lose? "

Si Nan loosened Zhou Rong's neckline a little, and the palm of his hand was soaked with the black blood coming out.

The blood was cold, but he burned his fingers with pain.

"In case ... what if the bet is won?" Zhou Rong asked with a trembling: "How do you let me live and how do I face myself? You might as well kill me and have fun, don't you?"

On the other side Ning Yu strode forward, the white coat's neckline and clothes swinging violently in the wind, kneeling on the ground and opened his medicine box.

Si Nan leaned against the corner of the wall, and put his hands deeply into the hair, and the infected black blood caught on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and Zhou Rong raised his hand and wiped it away.

"I beg you, please, Sinan? You listen." Zhou Rong opened his hand, and picked up the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the blood on his palm, and said hoarsely, "You have to live, I beg you to live. You are still young, and you have n’t seen anyone better than Rong Rong. In the future, you will meet someone who will accompany you for a lifetime ... Let us be sad for a while, and forget it for a while? Brother Rong will always love you. "

"Love you forever," Zhou Rong repeated mutteringly, the hot and humid cheeks were **** his hard cheeks, he didn't know he would shed tears.

That's actually regret.

Sinan would be sad for a while and forget it?

will not.

He knew that if he did not mark Sinan, if Sinan was still a free Omega, then he might be sad for a while, maybe months, maybe a year or two, and one day sadness will fade from his heart over time, It is as if the shadow fades in the rising sun.

However, everything becomes different after the marking. The psychologically and physiologically established connection is difficult to break automatically with death. He can die once, but Sinan will walk for a long time in a long and lonely time. Even if the effect of pheromone is erased by surgery, the deeper imprint in the soul will never disappear.

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

The heart, lungs and lungs were penetrated by the sharp blade, the blade was twisted in the weakest heart of the heart, and the internal organs were rotten into a pool of blood.

Sinan is innocent.

He was completely seduced by himself, ignorant into the deadly trap, and dedicated his extremely precious love that everyone wanted, to a person who was not worth it at all.

Zhou Rong never felt his selfishness and despicableness so clearly at this moment. If time can go backwards, he must wear back to the New Year's Eve in the snow-capped mountains, hold on to himself who induced Sinan's estrus to come, and take him Push out the door to die in the snow.

But now everything is too late.

Each breath of Zhou Rong was rude and hot, he forced Si Nan's head to his chest, and turned his head to continue to signal Yan Hao to go.

Yan Hao's eyes were full of tears, and he stared at Si Nan for a moment, his eyes were very sad and hopeless. Then he turned his attention to Zhou Rong again, as if he was making a final farewell, and slowly stepped back toward the rooftop iron gate.

But as he retreated to the door, suddenly Ning Yu stood up and hurriedly rushed to Zhou Rong in the strong wind: "Wait!"

Zhou Rong was distracted, and the strength of his hand that was fastened to Si Nan's neck was loose. Si Nan raised his eyes and saw Yan Hao, who was about to withdraw, and immediately launched a new round of struggle. Zhou Rong immediately hugged him tightly, shouting and asked Ning Yu: "What do you want to do?"

"This!" Ning Yu kneeled in front of Zhou Rong half-kneeed, pointing at the light yellow glass bottle and Sinan, screaming hard in the roar of the helicopter engine to hear the voice: "Serum!"

Zhou Rong froze.

"I took Sinan 800CC blood. I just had time to isolate this serum before leaving, and I was going to do an experiment for Chen Yajing. You were taken away before the injection. The serum may temporarily resist the toxicity. Can you fight?"

Zhou Rong stared at the pale yellow liquid in front of him, which reminded me of the reason why Chen Yajing came to the underground laboratory alone while siege the zombies-in order to test the anti-toxicity of the serum at the last moment.

He was about to speak, and suddenly only heard Sinan angry: "No!"

"Sinan?"

"The serum is lethal," Sinan hoarsely said. "Ning Yu only tested once. Within a few minutes after the injection ... the person died suddenly ..."

The glimmer of hope that had just risen turned cold and Zhou Rong couldn't say anything.

Ning Yu said coldly: "Yes, or you can try the antibody that you don't know has not expired. You should have found it from the military laboratory? The medical community has carried out research in the early stage of the virus outbreak. The cure rate for antibodies is not one-tenth, but between 1% and 3%. "He turned to look at Yan Hao and asked," Have you ever used antibodies? "

Yan Hao was at a loss and nodded.

Ning Yu said: "Very good, young man, you will definitely get rich by buying a lottery ticket."

Zhou Rong did not know what kind of expression he should show, and a twist of absurdity and hilarity suddenly rose in despair.

Si Nan grabbed his shoulders and wanted to stand up. With this movement, Yan Hao immediately took two big steps backwards, holding the handle of the iron gate on the rooftop—however, Zhou Rong suddenly pulled Si Nan In his arms, his chin with a slight scum on the back of Sinan was like a male wolf smelling fresh flesh, and greedily took a big breath of his own Omega.

As if gaining infinite courage by this action, he kissed and kissed Sinan's hair and raised his eyes:

"I'll fight."

"What are you doing?" Si Nan snapped sharply: "You will die!"

"I will die now, too." Zhou Rong replied softly, rubbing his face, his eyes flushed: "Don't you want me to hit your serum? Don't you believe you can rescue Rong, eh? Si Xiaonan ? "

Sinan couldn't answer him, he just leaned into the corner, one hand inserted deeply into the hair of the forehead, covering half of his eyes.

Zhou Rong stood up and leaned down and kissed his thin and thin wrists. At that moment, their faces were so close together, but their expressions were quite different; Si Nan closed her eyes in pain, while Zhou Rong's eyebrows locked with piety.

Ning Yu raised his flashlight to look at the wound on Zhou Rong's neck. That was originally a slight scratch on the length of half a small fingernail, and it quickly ulcerated and infected under the action of Pandora virus. Now the wound has eroded. Ning Yu slowly pushed the air in the syringe clean, and made a gesture to the wound without raising her head. "Congratulations on being your 96th experimenter, Captain Zhou."

Zhou Rong laughed at himself: "Is there any special meaning?"

"No," Ning Yu said, "but at least 96 is a lucky number."

Sinan sat with his back against the wall and buried his face deeply into his palms. Zhou Rong wanted to pull his finger, but just raised his arm, a tingling came from the paralyzed back of the neck, which made him suddenly "ah".

"The wound is too big, it will hurt." Ning Yu teased behind him. "But you should thank me for separating a lot of serum, enough for invasive injection."

Zhou Rong has not experienced such a painful injection in his life, but only feels that the fire flow burns up against the nerves, and even the voice of the voice changes: "A lot of serum ... does it help ... anti-virus ..."

"It's possible," Ning Yu said. "In case of sudden death, it will die faster and with less pain."

Zhou Rong smiled bitterly, and it took a few minutes for the injection to end, and he breathed a long breath.

"Don't cry, Si Xiaonan, see Rong really combines with you this time ..." Zhou Rongqiang joked in a spirited manner, flattered himself and hooked Sinan's little finger, who just turned around and turned, as soon as he acted. Can't send it out, just listen to the heavy sound coming from my ear the next second-oh!

After several long seconds, his dull nerves realized: Oh, I fell.

Ning Yu and Yan Hao both rushed over, but both were blocked by Si Nan. In the dimness, he saw that Yan Hao might also be grabbed by the neck and punched. He tried to stop but didn't even have the strength to open his mouth, and saw Si Nan half-knelt on his side, looping an arm around his shoulder, and then half-armed and half-carried.

Yan Hao's eyes were flushed, he touched the corner of his bleeding mouth half a step forward, but stopped again.

Zhou Rong's weight was still too strenuous for Si Nan. He walked very stupidly, but without looking up at anyone, he carried Zhou Rong to the leeward of the rooftop, and leaned against each other and sat down in the corner.

"Don't move, you're cold ..." Zhou Rong was vague.

However, Si Nan still took off his jacket, stuck to Zhou Rong's shoulders, and held Zhou Rong's very warm and powerful hands tightly.

"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 sera and viruses carry out a silent and tragic life-and-death fight in the body. The decay continues to develop deep in the muscles, and it is constantly reversed. The battle situation changes rapidly, and each nerve seems to burn in the painful hell. Zhou Rong moved his lips weakly, only a short while before he made a difficult voice: "What?"

"——I haven't asked what your name is, Rong Brother." Sinan whispered, "As long as Rong Brother is called, you can save me wherever you are, is that what you said?"

Zhou Rong was stunned, his eyes were scattered, and deep in his mind. The night of the jungle overlapped with this moment many years ago. Si Nan's figure returned strangely to his childhood. He smiled at him in the campfire, and his eyes were dazzling with strange and cunning. light spot.

"I haven't asked what your name is. Tell me to remember it."

"My surname is Zhou ..."

"Bongo Rongma Rong, how about you?"

Eleven years ago, the sun passed through the trees, projecting thousands of colorful apertures on the grass.

Sweat erupted, cicadas were deafening, and the young commando was tied to a tree trunk and yelled angrily until the teenager who could not see his face stamped his feet and printed a soft kiss on his chin.

"Bell," the boy grinned.

"..."

"I won't say the name. If I can meet again, I must tell you."

That once-impressive face, which gradually blurred with the passage of 11 years of sand, finally cleared up again in Zhou Rong's eyes. The clear and beautiful pupils looked like precious amber, and a smile appeared across time and space.

"Noah," Sinan's thin, icy lips pressed against Zhou Rong's fingers, lowering, "I used to be Noah."

"I didn't lie to you on purpose, Zhou Rong, you were handsome at the time."

"Since that year, I have liked you a bit."

·

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

Ning Yu closely observed his condition with a flashlight. Zhou Rong was lying on the ground, his upper body leaned on Sinan's arms, his eyes were dark, his breathing was weak, and it was intermittent. Due to constant sweating, he was almost dehydrated, and the **** and sturdy face became bleak, and black blood spots continued to appear around the festering wound of the neck.

Under the light of flashlight, the virus kept those blood spots floating from the skin, the strength of the serum caused them to disappear one after another, and the surface of the wound showed a very unstable condition.

Ning Yu stood up, only listening to Yan Hao whispering behind him, "How?"

Ning Yu did not want to touch Sinan's mold. He could see it. The handsome individual combat expert launched a fierce fight with everyone with one hand, which was more than enough, so he took two steps to shake his head and said, "Not great."

Yan Hao's complexion was paler and whiter, which could be called pan-blue.

Ning Yu asked, "What did Zhou Rong tell you in the staircase just now?"

Yan Hao didn't answer. Ning Yu's lens flickered with a slight look: "Should I ask you to trust me, entrust his Omega to you, and make sure that you can bring people back to the army by means of pheromone attraction." Party base? "

He didn't wait to answer immediately. Looking back, I saw Yan Hao's brows froze. The ordinary gentleman's appearance looked uncharacteristically cold and stern, saying, "Dr. Ning, if you say that again, I can't help Do it for you. "

Ning Yu laughed and didn't care: "What did you say?"

Yan Hao Ding looked at the back not far away. Si Nan was holding Zhou Rong, and his chin came against Zhou Rong's head. His black hair tip covered his neck, and his back showed a smooth, beautiful and powerful arc.

Ban Hao Yanhao stopped looking away: "When we left the 118th brigade and went to T city, we accepted a confidential mission. A military person who defected from country A was carrying important resources to our country, and we must successfully cope with him. And escorted him back to B military area. "

"The age, appearance, and occupation of the mission target are unknown. We were told that he was Omega and had learned all the information about us. We would contact him after we reached our destination. Therefore, we could only wait passively in T city for two weeks. Later, we only waited for the news that the mission target aircraft crashed, and it may have been killed. Before we had time to start the search and rescue along the route, the zombie virus broke out. "

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

"No," Yan Hao said, "but the captain told me in the corridor just now that he began to suspect that we might have found this person."

Ning Yu raised an eyebrow and only listened to Yan Hao's light voice: "We met Si Nan in City T. He saved us, never mentioning his previous experience, and took the survivor thousands of miles south. He was also A on the way. ** Fang's Romuel et al. Pursued. The captain said that if his serum was anti-toxic, then he would most likely be the target of the 118th team to respond and protect. "

"The so-called 'carrying important resources' has also been explained-he doesn't need to carry anything, he is the most important resource himself, but he doesn't know why he defected from country A."

The helicopter's headlights shot through the wind to the night, and Ning Yu slowly turned his head, with a subtle mocking tone: "So, if Zhou Rong is going to leave after his death, what are you going to do?"

Yan Hao was silent for a moment, sitting on the ground shaking, the fist holding the test tube firmly against his mouth, and there was some sadness under the long eyelashes that was difficult to hide.

"... I don't know," he said after a long time, "but I will do everything possible to **** the captain's body back to the military base, hoping ... I hope Sinan can look at this last point and go with us."

The voice of Sinan suddenly sounded in front of him: "Zhou Rong!"

The two raised their heads at the same time, and Ning Yu rushed forward, only to see Zhou Rong's short and acute breathing, her closed eyelids trembling sharply, her body spasm and tense, and her neck wounds were torn apart during the struggle. According to photos, all the outflows were large purple blood!

Sinan pressed Zhou Rong's pulse with **** and screamed, "What about the serum ?! Give him another tube, fast!"

"... Nothing," Ning Yu shook her head and gasped. "No, it's all over."

"He will lose too much blood!"

"This situation can only be left to fate ..."

Sinan yelled, kneeling and kneeling beside Zhou Rong, hammered him several times, and then leaned over to listen to his heartbeat, shaking his hands and doing external cardiac massage vigorously.

"Zhou Rong! Wake up!" He roared hoarsely: "Zhou Rong!"

There was a muffled sound, Zhou Rong's body bounced, and his back neck sprayed several blood arrows like a ruptured artery!

Ning Yu: "Weekly team ?!"

Yan Hao: "Captain !!!"

Sinan's pupils tightened abruptly, and in the exclaiming voice of the other two out of control, he saw the blood arrow splashing on the ground, and the red and black traces slowly appeared in the purple and black.

...

"team leader!"

"team leader!"

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

Zhou Rong's head was groggy, and the foreground of his eyes was flickering, like a swirl of color. He didn't know how long it took before he slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was a playground full of sunlight and dust, and a team of army green like poplars rising from the ground.

Suddenly wondering what happened, the soldiers exploded.

"Oh shit!"

"stop!"

He ran subconsciously in a dream, crowded the angry people, and stopped at the training ground. A man was lying in the middle of the clearing, and Zhou Rong recognized that it was the general manager of their 118th brigade. His face was bloody, unconscious, and the sternum had collapsed into a piece.

"mean!"

"Such a heavy hand!"

"What's the use of a serious fight, the exercise is not yet a 19-to-8 battle loss ratio!"

...

A young man's fingertips hovered in front of General Manager Liu's throat, facing away from them, and slowly stood up.

He has short black hair, is wearing an off-white snow field suit, and wears a metal white eagle emblem on his left arm. The fighting did not have any effect on his neat appearance, and the yelling and scolding around him seemed to be completely out of his ears.

Zhou Rong felt inexplicably familiar with the back, but the dream was too noisy and chaotic, and he stood still.

"That's him!" Someone said angrily.

"Instructor White Eagle, mother's pervert!"

As if the young man noticed something, he turned his head slightly.

He was wearing pilot sunglasses, with his forehead black hair erected mentally, and straight edged eyebrows were exposed at the edge of the frame. Although he represents A ** Fang, his height and hair color are very Asian. His handsome face in the second half is deeper than Asians.

Across the crowd, his eyes happened to collide with Zhou Rong.

The young White Eagle instructor didn't seem to recognize it, but a few seconds later his eyebrows appeared subtle, as if there was a little secret accident. Zhou Rong stood in a daze in the dream, only to see that he tickled his lips in the opposite direction.

It was a pair of very light-colored, thin-skinned, cold-hearted lips at first glance.

Deep in the head was a fiery fire burning, and the limbs and bones were extremely painful, making the confusion of the mind like a boiled mud soup. In that chaotic pain, Zhou Rong hazyly recalled what happened next--the instructor of the White Eagle strode across the crowd with the guidance of General Liu who was interrupted by four ribs, walking casually to the distance .

However, the development in the dream is completely contrary to the facts.

He watched as the other turned and walked step by step.

Consciousness sank in the deep sea, and the hustle and bustle quickly went above the water. The surroundings became very quiet, and the instructor of White Eagle approached Zhou Rong, took off his sunglasses, and extended his hand to him.

——All actions are like one year after this scene happened, that similar afternoon, in the pharmacy in T city.

The young man who had just rescued them on the street took off his motorcycle helmet, frowned with dark black slender eyebrows, looked at Zhou Rong for a moment without trust, and finally reached out his hand:

"My name is Sinan."

At noon in the dream, the instructor of the White Eagle opened his mouth. The two voices coincided in the void, with the familiar husky and laziness:

"Sinan, north-south."

"I came back for you ..."

"You must not leave."

On the rooftop in the night, Zhou Rong suddenly spit out a dark blood!

Yan Hao shouted something, Ning Yu rushed forward, and the cries of the helicopter stirred all the shouts. Zhou Rong turned over in intense spasm and qi, and supported the ground with one elbow, and coughed a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Cough ... keke! Keke--"

Sinan reached out his hand and looked up, "Red."

Ning Yu snapped his flashlight and saw that the light on the southern finger end of the middle of the light, Zhou Rong's last coughed blood was completely black and purple, showing a completely bright red!

"... Sinan ..." Zhou Rong said exhaustedly, "I ..."

Sinan supported him with one hand and watched carefully. The flashlight reflected that the rotten wound on Zhou Rong's neck was completely covered with fresh red meat and gradually healed into a thin layer.

"I ..." Zhou Rongzhen broke free of Si Nan's helping hand, opened his arms and hugged him tightly: "Rong brother don't leave ... don't leave me ..."

His eyes couldn't be focused, and he murmured: "Don't leave me, Rongge won't leave." 2k novel reading network