The dense group of zombies around the warehouse has receded, but there are still dozens of them lingering, who are screaming at the young man who is raising his head to the roof, his dark eyes revealing his desire for flesh and blood.
The young man squatted on the roof with his knees hugged, looking up at the four helicopters devoutly. The fear in his heart had long since disappeared, replaced by ecstasy and hope.
The helicopter was approaching, and the hurricane from the propellers made the young man's hair disheveled, but the young man didn't mind at all, with a contented smile on his face.
The hatch door opened, and the heavily armed soldiers shot at the zombies lingering on the flat ground. They didn't dare to shoot the zombies near the warehouses, because these warehouses were made of thin steel plates, which couldn't withstand the powerful bullets of mk48. Fear of accidentally hurting the people inside.
"Go down!" All the zombies in the ground were wiped out, and Song Haoran gestured to land. A soldier dropped the rope and quickly slid to the ground.
Gong Lixin jumped straight down without even using the rope, and landed before the leading soldier. The special soldiers who had never seen Gong Shao's powerful strength were a little dumbfounded, and their movements were a few beats slower. Several colleagues who were familiar with Gong Shao gave them contemptuous looks of 'ignorance'.
Song Haoran glared at the boy's rapidly falling head, feeling helpless. Just now, he was taken aback again. Lin Wenbo shook his head and laughed, his eyes filled with deep love, he grabbed the rope and then slipped down.
Song Haoran slid down the rope after all the team members had successfully reached the ground. At the same time, the four helicopters also began to land slowly.
Seeing the special soldiers approaching the warehouse with sabers in hand, the squatting young man immediately stood up, stretched his neck and looked down. Seeing that the leader was actually a young man with a thin physique and an immature face, he widened his eyes in shock.
The army must have suffered heavy losses. Even underage children were used and sent to rescue the people. It is simply too selfless and great! The shock on the young man's face faded, and turned into tears of gratitude, and at the same time, he was worried about the safety of the young man.
But the boy quickly dispelled his worries with actions, and at the same time, his shock index rose steadily.
I saw the young man approaching with the saber in his hand dancing airtightly, clearing away the zombies he met along the way like cutting wheat. The route he walked, looking down from the top of the warehouse, is really a road paved with zombie corpses and black blood, leading directly to the warehouse gate.
It was quite easy for the special forces who followed afterward, all they needed to do was kill a few exposed fish. It took only a minute for the boy to go from landing to killing all the zombies, and then knocking on the closed door of the warehouse.
Standing on the roof of the warehouse, the young man watched with a dazed expression as the excited crowd opened the door eagerly, and ran towards the helicopter that had landed under the protection of special forces.
The young man took a few steps behind, looked up at the young man, and raised his voice and asked, "Aren't you going back with us?"
"Go back, go back." The young man's exquisite eyebrows came into view, as if a ray of sunshine was projected into his heart, driving away all fear and anxiety. The young man was shocked, and immediately came back to his senses, quickly got into the air window, and climbed down the stacked cargo boxes.
He ran towards the smiling young man under the scorching sun, his heart trembled slightly. He thought that he would never forget the smile that pulled him out of the abyss of despair.
"Is there anyone else inside?" After escorting the crowd, Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran ran back and asked worriedly.
"There should be no one inside. I didn't see it when I came down." The young man hurriedly replied.
"You guys get on the plane first, let's go in and check." Song Haoran said quickly.
"Yes." The young man promised loudly, then smiled gratefully at the calm and calm young man, and followed him towards the helicopter. Running beside the young man, the young man felt inexplicably at ease, and his steps became brisk.
Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo quickly checked the warehouse and prepared to leave after making sure that the warehouse was empty. Lin Wenbo paused as he passed a pile of cargo boxes that had been pried open by the survivors.
The boxes that were pried open were all food or some daily necessities, which were exactly what Li Xin needed most at the moment. Lin Wenbo decisively stopped Song Haoran, and pointed at the box.
Song Haoran raised his eyebrows, and a look of joy flashed across his eyes very quickly. The two ran over, emptied a box in a tacit understanding, picked out Li Xin's favorite snacks and daily necessities, filled it up, and then lifted it together and ran towards the helicopter waiting on the flat ground .
The three helicopters in front were already full of people and were slowly taking off towards the base. The last one is still waiting in place. Gong Lixin protected the young man and ran towards the wide open door.
The 20 special forces had already dispersed in half to five, sitting in four helicopters to accompany and protect the people. When the five people left behind saw Gong Shao boarding the plane, they all bowed to say hello, their attitudes were very cautious, and they didn't seem to be treating an underage child at all.
Gong Lixin nodded in response, and sat down with the young man on the vacant seat.
Gong Shao? The young man sat beside him silently, chewing on these two words called out by the soldiers with reverence, his heart was warm. This is the name of the savior!
In less than a minute, Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo came out carrying the suitcases, boarded the plane neatly, and then closed the cabin door tightly.
The plane took off safely. Looking at the warehouse gradually shrinking into square building blocks, more than a dozen survivors all breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on their seats.
"Major General, if we knew it was a warehouse for food and daily necessities, we would also carry some boxes up." A special soldier said enviously, looking at the big boxes at their feet.
"This is for Li Xin. You still have a chance when you go on a mission next time." Song Haoran clasped Gong Lixin's shoulder and explained.
When the survivors heard the news, they immediately dug out their travel bags, took out the collected things and distributed them to several special forces, with a very enthusiastic attitude. The travel bags are all freshly picked up from the warehouse, with the same color and style. When the military found them for the first time, they had collected enough food to take them on the plane.
Everyone's faces were full of joy and deep gratitude, and everyone held a taupe, bulging travel bag. They didn't look like survivors of the catastrophe, but rather like a tour group traveling to other places.
The soldiers quickly waved their hands and refused. But the survivors were not willing to stop, looking at their arms or pockets and stuffing things into them. The cabin is filled with deep warmth, which has already dispelled the despair and fear of the end of the world.
"These things brought into the base are your private property. The base will not ask you for them. Please take them back. You will have to rely on your own labor in exchange for the survival materials in the future. I suggest you treat these things as surplus food and keep them well. Get up." Song Haoran opened his mouth to rescue his subordinates.
The soldiers also consciously returned the things. The people couldn't refuse, and because of Song Haoran's majesty, they had no choice but to accept it.
The young man sitting next to Gong Lixin kept his head down and remained silent. Unlike others, his feet and arms were empty, and he didn't bring anything. When everyone was rewarding the soldiers, he had a struggling look in his eyes, and stole a glance at the young man beside him. Finally, making up his mind, he slowly put his hands into his pockets.
When Song Haoran finished speaking, his hands were stiff, but his movements did not stop. He leaned back and quietly stuffed the things in his palm into Gong Lixin's pocket.
No matter how secretive the movements are, how can they escape Gong Lixin's perception? Gong Lixin glanced at him, took out the things in his pocket, held them in front of his eyes, and his clear eyes instantly shone like stars.
This is a piece of Swiss chocolate, which is Gong Lixin's favorite brand. Thinking of the fragrant, silky, melt-in-your-mouth taste, he unconsciously licked his lips, and the word 'want to eat' was written brightly on his face that never concealed his emotions.
But thinking of Song Haoran's words, he immediately suppressed the longing in his heart, put on a stern face, and returned the chocolate seriously, "Put it away yourself, Brother Song has spoken, I can't take this thing." While lingering on the exquisite packaging of chocolates, it is inseparable.
The young man waved his hands again and again, grabbed the chocolate and stuffed it into his pocket. Everyone on board looked at the two people who were rejecting.
Lin Wenbo looked at Gong Lixin's cute expression of suppressing his salivation, and he said softly, "It's just a piece of candy, Xiaoxin can take it."
Gong Lixin's serious expression couldn't hold back anymore, his eyes lit up for a moment, he pursed his lips, and looked at Song Haoran hesitantly.
"Take it, and remember to return this favor when you have something good in the future." Song Haoran, who had always observed military discipline, couldn't resist the young man's eager eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded in agreement.
Gong Lixin nodded cheerfully, put the chocolate in his pocket, frowned, and sincerely thanked the young man. The young man's face turned red, he was a little at a loss, and he waved his hands again and again to say no.
Seeing that Gong Lixin dared to accept the things with Song Haoran's approval, Lin Wenbo felt quite uncomfortable, and turned his head to look out the window. Remembering that it was his resistance and misunderstanding to Xiao Xin that caused his current alienation, his eyes darkened, and strong regret welled up in his heart.
I don't know if I will try my best to make up for it in the future, will Xiao Xin get close to herself like a close friend? Most definitely. Thinking of the boy's cute and straightforward temperament, the corners of Lin Wenbo's mouth slowly rose, feeling relieved.
The sound of explosions continued to be heard from the place where the smoke was everywhere, one after another, endlessly. The leading trio of helicopters was already flying towards the base, but turned back after hearing the sound of the explosion, approaching the black plume of smoke.
"Let's go take a look too." Song Haoran ordered the driver. After all, this is the city where they have lived for many years, carrying their strong nostalgia.
As the flight got closer, everyone couldn't help getting up and looking towards the ground. Gong Lixin also squeezed to Lin Wenbo who was by the window, looking down at the ground.
The crowded cars on the road have now become bombs, detonating one after another. Shrapnel and sparks flew everywhere, igniting the shops and buildings on both sides. In just thirty minutes, this formerly most prosperous area has turned into a sea of flames, devastated everywhere.
Even at an altitude of several hundred meters, everyone could feel the tremors on the ground and the heat of the flames. Staring blankly at the place where he used to live was engulfed by the ruthless fire, everyone stared at him with bleak expressions, and a suffocating silence spread in the cabin.
Another burst of violent explosions broke the deathly silence. A building with a unique shape that towered into the clouds swayed and slowly collapsed to the side. Everyone stared wide-eyed, with expressions of disbelief.
"No, the Dingtai Building is about to collapse." The pilot said while steering the plane to avoid it.