The reality did not give Sinan many opportunities to hesitate. After a few seconds, the SUV slowly started and drove out of the gas station.
Sinan's last sanity that belonged to a soldier overcame his hunger. He didn't choose to go forward immediately, but took a few steps back to hide his figure. The SUV turned its head and drove straight ahead slowly along the street.
What are they going to do
Sinan looked around, not far away, more than a dozen cars and electric vehicles collided together in a series, in a terrible state. Other than that, there is no means of transportation within sight, not even a complete bicycle.
The SUV drove farther and farther, and was about to drive out of sight. Sinan gritted his back molars and pulled out his legs to chase after him.
"Someone is following us." Inside the SUV cab, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered.
The blond female Alpha sitting next to him was sizing up her fingers. Hearing this, she immediately looked up, but in the rearview mirror, she only saw groups of people chasing cars slowly, and they were quickly thrown away. Zombie under: "Where? Who?"
"I didn't see it clearly, I hid it too quickly."
The rear compartment bumped slightly as the vehicle moved forward, and there was no sound of Romuel.
"It may be a survivor." The female Alpha pondered: "Hurry up, Abar, get rid of him, we have to search for the next survivor base."
Abar stepped on the accelerator, and the front bumper of the car smashed several living dead into the air, roaring away in the dust.
The city has become a paradise for the undead, and every reinforced concrete building on both sides of the street has become a huge coffin, rooted in the earth and towering into the sky. The cold wind swept through the desolate streets, the stations, supermarkets and schools were empty, garbage and plastic bags chased and swirled in the dust, and were trampled by zombies.
The SUV passed through the community, and in the side-view mirror, the trees on the fence suddenly moved unnoticed.
"Still following," Abar said.
This time, the female Alpha also noticed the movement, and couldn't help but be alert: "Is there a lot of people?"
She turned her head to look at her officer, and on the rear seat, Romuel finally stopped the action of wiping the short knife in his hand: "There is only one."
He didn't look up, and said lightly: "Drive slowly, set a card ahead and see who it is."
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His heart was beating rapidly and irregularly in his chest, and Sinan was panting, feeling the cold sweat flowing down his temples, and he would soon run out of water if he continued like this.
Do you want to give up
Or find a way to get around the car and take a gamble and ask for help
Sinan's strong defensive instinct made him less inclined to the latter, but he had indeed been chasing for a long time, and the great amount of physical strength he had spent made him not want to give up directly. When we were in a dilemma, suddenly the SUV in front turned and turned from the street into a long alley full of bungalows.
There is a play.
Sinan took two steps, jumped from the wall to the treetops, and then jumped on the roof with his strength, and quickly shuttled across the roofs of the connected bungalows, like a light and agile cat, stopped silently at the end of the eaves. .
I saw the SUV parked in front of a private house, the driver got out of the car, opened the trunk, carried half a box of mineral water, and walked to the private house, as if this was their temporary stronghold.
Sinan was lying on the eaves and saw the things in the trunk from top to bottom. He was stunned for a moment—a lot of supplies!
Boxes of compressed biscuits and canned meats, dehydrated fruits and vegetables, high-protein foods, various energy drinks, warm clothing and blankets, fire and power generation equipment…
Sinan swallowed, carefully observed the surrounding environment, quickly planned an action and retreat route, and said silently: I'll secretly get a can.
Just take one, enough to last me until I get to the suburban heliport alive.
After making up his mind, Sinan quietly jumped off the eaves, like an alert and cautious snow leopard. He didn't make a sound when he landed, and then he came to the trunk and reached out to the canned luncheon meat.
- At this moment, his nerves tightened and he tilted his head suddenly.
The tip of the knife rubbed his cheek and swiped it!
Sinan turned around abruptly, and was stunned when he caught a glimpse of the attacker's face: the other party was a strong white female Alpha with a pretty face.
But for some reason, the moment he glimpsed the female Alpha, an alarm bell suddenly rang in his mind, and a very bad feeling mixed with disgust jumped up from the bottom of his heart, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
The female Alpha was also stunned, and subconsciously asked in English: "You, how are you..."
Within a thousandth of a second when she was in a daze, Sinan pulled away decisively, not even wanting the cans that were about to arrive, and pulled out his legs and withdrew a few meters away.
"Stop!" The female Alpha shouted, and the huge driver rushed out of the private house with a bang, and shot with a gun!
Sinan said angrily, "I just want to beg for something to eat!" Before he could finish his words, he rolled on the ground, dodging rows of bullets, only to hear the female Alpha yelling something at the driver, and then the two of them chased after him at the same time.
In normal times, even if the opponent had a gun, Sinan would not be too afraid of the joint attack of the two Alphas. But he is in a very bad state now. The collapse caused by the fever and lack of water is quickly eating away at his body. When the other party is obviously going to kill him, it is not worth risking his life for a little food.
Sinan waved his arm to block the kick from the driver's volley, and was instantly pushed back several steps by Juli, bending over like a weeping willow to avoid the short knife thrown by the female Alpha. The blade swirled and slammed into the wall. Sinan once again turned sideways to avoid the driver's powerful blow, pulled out the short knife, and threw himself against the wall.
The female Alpha yelled something in English, and Siman understood in an instant, she said, "—change the anesthesia bomb!"
Sinan's brows twitched, and the moment he landed on the wall, he jumped up again, grabbed the eaves, and felt his ankles go numb.
The anesthetic needle was rubbed against his skin.
Oh shit! Sinan cursed inwardly, biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, and while the paralysis hit, he kept a little awake through the pain, staggered and walked a few steps along the eaves, and suddenly found that there was still someone in ambush in front of him!
It was a Caucasian, male, in his mid-thirties, slowly getting up from the roof tiles.
Sinan didn't have time to think about why the other party looked so weird and moved so slowly, as if he was confirming a dream that would shatter at the touch of a button. Now he just wants to escape these Alphas quickly, and would rather go back to the zombies to find a supermarket or something. Even if he picks up some scattered rice grains to eat, he will never get close to these people.
"… Noah," Romuel called in a low voice.
After Sinan rushed to the eaves, Romuel diddged to stop him. The moment the two crossed, Sinan could be called a teleportation. Romuel didn't see his movements clearly, and he felt the breeze slip from his arm.
- This speed can be described as light, Romuel thought.
I don't know how many times I have seen it, the familiar Qingling.
Romuel's eyes narrowed, and he swept his legs like a thunderbolt. When Sinan couldn't dodge and could only open his moves, he stretched out his hand. Seeing that he was about to hook his hands and grab his neck—
However, at the same moment, Sinan grabbed Romuel's arm with a clatter like a divine help, and twisted his body close to him.
Romuel instantly realized what he was going to do, and paused subtly.
The next second, the blade stuck to his throat, and Sinan hid behind him, shouting to the female Alpha and the driver who were chasing after him: "Stop!"
The two stopped at the same time, and Romuel looked at each other, and the air became tense.
Romuel shook his head very slightly and stopped the two men from coming forward: "Noah."
"..." Sinan held the knife in his right hand against Romuel's throat, forcing him to step back with him, "Who are you?"
"You can't run," Romuel said.
Sinan closed and opened his eyes repeatedly, forcing himself to stay awake in the dizziness that was getting heavier and heavier, but he didn't hear the extremely complicated and indescribable meaning of those simple words.
"You can't run." Romuel repeated, this time speaking to himself, as if making some kind of oath to himself.
Sinan's blade pressed against his throat and said hoarsely, "Shut up! Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"You have a high temperature...you have a fever," Romuel said.
The roof tile suddenly shattered, and Sinan's foot was swollen, and the calf that had been rubbed by the anesthesia needle was finally completely numb, and he could barely hold the weight of his body, causing him to stumble in extreme dizziness.
I just wanted to steal a can... he thought vaguely.
It seems that petty theft really can't be done.
Sinan released Romuel's hand slightly, as if he wanted to use his last strength to escape alone. However, he overestimated his resistance to anesthetics, and after a few seconds, he staggered to his knees, and before his knees touched the ground, he was surrounded by a pair of hands outstretched from his side.
"..." Sinan murmured and cursed, but he couldn't make out what he was scolding, and then his body sank.
Under the effect of the potion, he finally fell into a slumber without hunger, regret and disappointment.
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"The systolic blood pressure is seventy-nine, the diastolic blood pressure is forty, and the body temperature is thirty-nine degrees five."
"Give a shot of nutrients."
The bungalow door was opened, and the cold afternoon wind roared in. The female Alpha and the driver raised their heads, only to see Romuel stepping over the threshold and making an expressionless gesture.
That means calling them out.
The two subordinates stood up tacitly and left.
The door was closed again, and Romuel walked to the bedside, looking down at the prey he had captured.
The north-facing houses are originally backlit, and in the gloomy winter, they are even darker and more humid. The bed is very small and low, and the prey should not feel very comfortable. Romuel's eyes fell on the center of his eyebrows, and there were indeed slight lines there, as if there were still many, many dissatisfactions in the drowsiness.
But when he was lying on his side unconsciously, his whole body seemed to be enveloped by a layer of extremely soft and ethereal light, which made the simple and messy bungalow and the narrow and old window lattices look extraordinarily charming.
This isn't the first time Romuel has felt this way. He took a breath, finally sat down on the edge of the bed, looked down at the familiar face in front of him, and reconfirmed where the shimmering light came from—it was too white.
It's like the white and beautiful marble that has been polished and chiseled over and over again, but after the baptism of time and years, it is still as clean as new. .
why? He thought mockingly: This is clearly a monster.
His mother was a bitch who still fascinated his father after getting married and having children, and he was also a monster who was born to be transformed, beyond the ethics of ordinary people.
Romuel reached out his hand slowly, but didn't really drop it, slipping across Sinan's unknowing side cheek a finger's distance away.
He still remembered that when he was very young, he used to sit in the garden full of anger and jealousy, waiting for the car carrying "that woman" to pass by, wanting to see what the face that had been haunting his father for so many years could grow into appearance. He had already forgotten the specific facial features of the woman, but the moment he saw it with his own eyes, the thrilling charm and the distorted disgust it spawned were deeply retained in his heart.
The kind of beauty that symbolizes ominous attraction, and heralds a tragic fate.
It is exactly the same as the later brother in name.
At first he had wanted to murder this weak and bullying child more than once - in a gorgeous and decadent manor, it was actually very easy to achieve this goal. But late one night, he sneaked into Noah's bedroom under the cover of his servant, stared at his adopted brother, and was thinking about strangling him or strangling him, when he suddenly felt that there seemed to be an unseen layer on his body. halo.
Just like when warm water flows through white porcelain, the smudge has a soft and subtle meaning.
It may be the tiny sparkle of the fountain in the garden, or it may be the illusion caused by the cold moonlight.
—It's the monster, he told himself.
He decided to strangle the little monster himself. He put his hand on the other's slender neck, and Noah woke up, struggling, screaming, and banging in the fight; the housekeeper and servants were alarmed, and his father hurried to announce the end of the murder.
That's what happened when he was eleven and Noah was six.
He hadn't been able to get close to the unsuspecting Noah who was asleep since then, because as long as he was close to him, he would wake up. It seemed that the childish murder on that moonlit night many years ago had left a deep imprint on his subconscious, even in his sleep, it was enough to disturb his most sensitive nerves.
Romuel's fingers finally fell, passing over the ends of the tightly closed eyelashes.
Those eyelashes are as fine as crow feathers, and the fingertips of those who are accustomed to shooting will grind out gun calluses. In fact, they can't feel such a subtle touch at all.
But Romuel's breathing was a little tight, and he slowly leaned down.
The two breathed less than two inches apart, and Sinan suddenly opened his eyes.
Romuel stopped, his eyes met for a few seconds, he smiled and sat up: "Noah."
The effect of the anesthetic was still there. Sinan's eyes were distracted for a while, and finally he focused on Romuel's face a little bit, and a clear and undisguised vigilance slowly emerged in his eyes: "You... yes..."
"Do you remember who I am?" Romuel looked at his expression, "Well, it seems that there is a real sequelae."
Sinan was in a trance, his high fever had not yet subsided, and his chest was heaving uncomfortably.
"When I saw you lying here just now, I remembered the year when you first entered the Florida military secret base..." Romuel didn't seem to care whether the other party could understand him or not, so he gave a short laugh to himself: " At that time, I had been at the base for several years, and one night, on a whim, I went to your house to take a look at the dormitory."
"You slept very soundly, and even snored a little. But when I approached your bed, before you could stand up, you suddenly woke up, as if you were always on guard against me sneaking in, which was not good for you. of."
"..." Sinan's dry throat forced a voice: "I don't know... what are you talking about... "
"It's okay," Romuel said. "It's been so many years anyway, and I just wanted to tell you. I didn't mean to murder you that night."
He seemed to find it interesting to laugh, but the friendly expression of this normal person, on his handsome face, made Sinan feel a bit of needle-like disgust for no reason.
He involuntarily squeezed into the bed, and the protruding wrist bones caught in the handcuffs.
Romuel didn't care about this action.
Romuel picked up a can of maple syrup by the bed, opened the bottle cap slowly, and scooped out a spoonful of golden sweet syrup in the eyes of Sinan: "Do you know why you are sick?"
"… "
"Because there is not enough sugar. Your modified body has a huge demand for sugar, otherwise it will quickly weaken, and both cardiopulmonary metabolism and respiratory function will be affected, and in severe cases, it may ... even die."
"It doesn't matter if you are hiding alone or with someone," Romuel said with a mocking smile: "The other party obviously didn't give you the most basic care."
Sinan said hoarsely: "...they will come back to me."
Romuel seemed to have heard a joke: "Oh? Come back to the center of the city where millions of zombies are wandering to find you?"
Sinan seemed to have been stabbed severely and stopped talking.
Romuel put down the maple syrup pot, holding the sweet and fragrant soup spoon firmly in his right hand, and gently rubbing Sinan's forehead with his left thumb: "Noah."
Simon was silent.
"Kiss me. Just one. It's like you kissed that special soldier named Zhou back then." Romuel seduced with a slightly gentle voice: "This whole can is yours, okay?"
There was a slight surprise in Sinan's eyebrows, as if he heard something that made him feel confused - but then he glanced at Romuel, with disgust clearly written in his eyes, and pursed his thin lips that were cracked by thirst. He turned his face away, facing the inner wall, and closed his eyes.
There is simply no sloppy decisiveness.
Romuel seemed to have expected it long ago. Not only did he not burst into anger, but his smile deepened: "Okay... very good."
He spilled the spoonful of maple syrup, dragged out a silver-lit suitcase with his backhand, opened it, took out the instrument and coil, and tied the red and blue wires around Sinan, who was bound by handcuffs and had no power to struggle. on the wrist.
Sinan seemed to sense something, suddenly opened his eyes, and his body slammed upwards!
-Taser!
In an instant, the chaotic memories in the dream came flooding back, and the abominable young man with blonde hair and blue eyes in the laboratory overlapped with the face in front of him, they were the same person!
Romuel put one hand on Sinan's neck, pressed him back to the bed, looked down at his eyes, which were brighter because of hatred, and asked, "Where's the freezer that you brought with you after the plane crashed?"
Sinan didn't know what he was talking about, and pursed the corners of his lips.
"Where's the stuff?"
Still no answer.
"I should have known..." Romuel nodded slowly and took a self-deprecating breath: "Tenderness really isn't for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and firmly pressed the electric shock.