The door was pushed open, and Romuel nodded to the man with a gun standing in the front yard: "Jane."
The female Alpha turned back in response, only to find that her superior's face was unexpectedly ugly, her shirt was soaked with sweat, and her pupils were faintly gray - it was a sign that she was about to be unable to suppress her emotions.
“Colonel, you…”
"Confession agent."
Jane was very surprised, but she quickly controlled her facial expression, took out the injection and handed it over.
Romuel slammed the door backhand.
Sinan's whole body seemed to have just been fished out of cold water, his wet hair covered his snow-white face, the pale blue blood vessels in his arms and neck burst out, and even his closed eyelids faintly showed terrifying blue threads.
But it didn't work, Romuel knew, he had developed a resistance to electric shocks.
Romuel blew out the air in the needle tube, grabbed his hand, gritted his teeth and injected all the medicine into it.
The confession agent was prepared before he went to China, but according to experience, this agent could not allow users to obtain high-precision detailed information, and it was misleading to a certain extent. To make matters worse, sometimes the confession agent doesn't make the subject recall all the answers at once, but slowly works over a week; all in all, it's not a very convenient torture tool.
If it wasn't to the point of being helpless, he wouldn't plan to use this method.
Sinan began to struggle in a trance, tinkling the handcuffs, and was tightly pressed by Romuel.
"Where is the ultimate antibody?" He pulled Sinan's sweat-soaked chin, preventing him from turning his head uncomfortably: "Where is the ultimate antibody in that shock-resistant freezer you carried with you after the plane crashed?"
Sinan groaned and opened his eyelids a little, but he couldn't see anything at all.
"Did you inject it?" Romuel asked several times in both Chinese and English, forcing him to look at himself: "Did you inject the antibody?"
Antibody…
Ultimate Antibody…
Sinan gasped, as if he was ups and downs in the deep sea. The boundless sea water blocked all sounds, and penetrated into his body from his eyes, ears, nose, nose, and even every inch of pores, squeezing his internal organs into a ball.
"No antibodies," he heard a mournful female voice say slowly.
In a trance, he became very small, and the twelve believers looked down at him from the stained glass windows of the church, and then they had to bend their necks completely to see the white carved cross piercing the sky.
The woman in black veil held his hand and stood in front of the black pine coffin.
"Have you made up your mind, ma'am?" asked the priest.
"I pulled him back from hell, but I couldn't bring him back to the world completely. He wasn't alive, and he wasn't dead. He lingered in my lab, day after day, from autumn to winter, emitting loneliness and resentment. sobbing…”
Tears trickled down her soft cheeks, wetting the white flowers on her chest.
"Pandora's box has been opened. Disasters, plagues, viruses, and pain flew out with laughter. They will eventually cover the earth before winter comes, and destroy the entire world before spring."
"There is nothing I can do, there is no antidote to save this, I can only close the magic box again..."
The woman stepped forward, took a black wooden box from the priest, opened it, took out a two-finger thick green test tube and placed it on the coffin, and then pulled out the flaming torch from the wall.
Xiao Sinan took a half step back in fear.
Under the blazing fire, the green test tube was like the teeth of a poisonous snake, quenched with a charming and deadly light.
"...to completely annihilate mankind's punishment for stealing the fire seed of the gods under the burning fire..."
Suddenly the door was slammed open, the woman turned around in amazement, and the bullet came in, knocking the torch in her hand far away.
Soldiers poured into the church, overwhelmed with cries and curses. Sinan was trapped in the fleeing crowd and fell down. The soldiers rushed forward like wolves and snatched the test tube from the woman.
"Report, report, the virus stock has been successfully obtained..."
"Run!" The woman's shrill roar penetrated the chaos: "Run!"
All the scenes that followed were chaotically overlapped in memory, forming countless bizarre pictures.
Sinan only remembered that the ground kept shaking, but it was actually himself stumbled back; the last scene before his consciousness completely disappeared, was the soldier opening the freezer and carefully placing the green test tube in the white steam.
Obviously it's just a trivial detail, but for some reason it's so clear after so many years, vivid and dazzling in the faded time—
On the lid of the freezer was a white eagle with outstretched wings and an expressionless face.
·
On the top of the laboratory, the white eagle relief is inscribed on the metal ceiling.
The last drop of the green liquid in the needle was injected into the spine. After a few minutes of silence, the dead body twitched and let out a vague and dull roar from the bottom of the chest.
There was applause, the experimenters congratulated each other, hugged, and suddenly exclaimed—the dead man stumbled over, grabbed the experimenter closest to it, and bit his ankle!
Screaming and struggling, blood splattered everywhere, and then there was a flurry of footsteps to escape.
Si Nan stood behind the glass wall at the top of the laboratory, looking down at the group of people repeatedly knocking on the door, shouting in despair. The living dead threw away the half-eaten corpse, leaned on the floor and climbed towards them step by step, dragging a long black blood behind them.
Sinan raised his gun, but did not move until the person behind him was reflected in the glass window: "Noah."
Simon pulled the trigger.
With a soft bang, the zombies who were only two or three steps away from the frightened crowd were headshot and their brains filled the ground.
"What were you doing just now?" the person asked coldly.
Sinan didn't answer, turned around and threw the empty gun, straightened his cuffs, and walked out.
However, at the moment of rubbing shoulders, Romuel suddenly grabbed his collar, pressed it heavily on the glass wall, and looked at his indifferent eyes from a close distance: "You can obviously kill it the first time you discover that the experiment has failed. , why didn't you do it so late?"
Simon didn't say a word.
"You deliberately watched that tester get bitten to death because you were tortured by him when you were a child," Romuel said softly, "Isn't it?"
The four eyes were relatively long, and the corners of Sinan's lips curved slightly.
His lips were very pale, and if it was someone he didn't know, at first glance, he would feel that the smile was beautiful, even a little soft.
"You tore up my report requesting the destruction of the virus and the termination of the experiment again, didn't you?"
Romuel's eyebrows moved instantly.
"It's okay," Sinan interrupted his unspoken defense, with his usual slightly hoarse voice, and ignoring the sarcasm was actually nice to hear: "It's the last time anyway."
Sinan broke free and walked towards the door. Romuel looked at his straight back and shouted: "How many times do I have to say this, Noah! The 'Pandora' virus is a breakthrough in prolonging human lifespan and bringing back the dead. From now on, there will be no gods. Humans can achieve eternity by themselves!"
Simon didn't look back.
"Your mother's experiment failed because you didn't unlock the last yard of the virus, which is the key to the secret of immortality. Like the last thing in Pandora's box, hope, it's time for humanity to release it. Only by persevering, The last yard is to…”
"There's no such thing," Sinan said lightly, "that's not hope."
Romuel folded his arms and frowned, only to see Sinan turning his face.
—From this point of view, he is actually very similar to his mother, with a look that is indescribable in words.
"The last thing left in the magic box is the unrealistic fantasy that in mythology paved the way to the hell Ajax ruled."
"As you have done today, when the magic box is opened again, the last yard of the virus will bury mankind and drag the whole world into hell..."
"But what does that have to do with me." Sinan paused, then smiled again: "I won't die anyway."
Romuel froze in place, watching him walk out steadily.
·
Lightning broke through the black clouds, and the rainstorm poured down. The scattered stone tablets in the cemetery were soaked in the rain, showing a salty gray-black.
A helicopter landed slowly with a roar. Several Chinese plainclothes flashlighted and jumped into the muddy cemetery, but Sinan didn't look back. He stood in front of the tombstone, lips cold and soft, murmuring unknown scriptures, kissing the brass pendant on his chest, letting the water drip off the edge of the raincoat hood in strands.
The flashlight quickly approached with the footsteps, and the footsteps in the rushing rain were on guard. Finally, someone coughed and said hoarsely in Chinese: "Sir."
Simon was indifferent.
The man said cautiously: "... Mr. Guo, as agreed, let us send you something."
He stepped forward, splashing muddy water in his footsteps, holding a bunch of wet white roses in his arms.
Sinan stopped praying and stood quietly for a moment in the gaze of the crowd, before reaching out and pulling out a rose, leaning over and inserting it in front of the tombstone.
This agreed action made everyone heave a sigh of relief at the same time, and the visitor couldn't hide their excitement: "Hello, we have been trying for a long time, but we have not had a chance to successfully connect with you. Mr. Guo has completed all the preparations, Baiying Base. The person in charge of the confinement room has also arranged..."
Sinan opened his mouth, and to the surprise of the man, the Chinese was more fluent than expected: "Where's the receiver?"
The visitor was stunned for a moment and said, "It's Mr. Guo's personal confidant."
Simon shook his head.
No one knew what he meant, and the cemetery fell into silence for a while, except for the roar of the heavy rain.
The plainclothes exchanged glances, and waited for a while before listening to Sinan speak slowly:
"Your country's military has a secret unit of the highest standard, numbered 118, with eight squadrons."
The other party responded quickly after a brief thought: "Okay, you continue to speak."
However, Sinan didn't care whether he agreed or not, and even his calm tone did not change in the slightest: "There is a squadron leader surnamed Zhou in the 118th Brigade, and I ask this person to bring Deputy Minister Guo's only grandson to the scene. Pick up. If I don't see these two people when I get off the plane, I will immediately kill the pick-up person on the grounds of suspecting identity exposure and leave with the target. If there is any threat to the safety of me and the target during the pick-up, as punishment, I will We will also kill the grandson of Deputy Minister Guo first, and then leave."
"From now on in the vast sea of people, you will no longer find my trace."
Sinan turned around, his rain boots squeaked as he stepped on the muddy water.
The leading agent said solemnly: "No problem, all your requests will be fulfilled, and we will transfer it to Mr. Guo immediately."
Sinan smiled: "You Guo Lao know that I don't trust anyone..."
He walked out of the cemetery under the watch of the surrounding plainclothes, and the dull voice gradually faded away in the rain.
"... I just want someone I designate to pick it up."
·
In the midsummer when I was fifteen years old, the tropical rain forest was full of plants, and the sunlight in the dark green broad-leaved forest shed colorful light spots. A young special forces soldier folded his palms and slept on his palms, his face smeared with dirt and oil paint, but he could still be seen from the towering browbones, straight nose bridge and angular cheeks. Outline.
A teenager stepped on the ground covered with soft fallen leaves, walked carefully on tiptoe, and squatted beside the special forces, making no sound like a cat.
He held his breath, holding a small ant on his fingertips, trying to put it on the tip of the special forces' nose.
However, just moments before they were about to succeed, the special forces didn't open their eyes, suddenly turned over and pounced on the young man, pressing him under him like a beast preying on him, and he couldn't help scratching in the creaking nest of his neck.
"Hahaha..." The young man burst out laughing and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I will pay you the fruit... Hahaha!"
The teenager took out a small handful of red berries from his trousers pocket, but before he could speak, the special forces soldier straightened up, took out a handful of redder and larger berries from his pocket, and teased in the teenager's astonished eyes, "Who the hell is it? Want to eat, eh?"
The bonfire was burning brightly, illuminating the flying insects that couldn't circle around the fire, and the dark jungle within a radius of several meters. The teenager sat cross-legged by the fire, peeled the fruit lazily, and asked in a long tone, "Why are the berries you picked sweeter than mine—"
The corners of his soft lips were dyed bright red by the berry juice, and the special forces walked up and down to build a hammock, turning their heads frequently, staring at his casual side face without blinking, and murmured casually: "Who knows. Well, I walked several miles to find it, who told you not to eat serious food."
"I don't eat energy mush."
"You will choose."
The special forces set up the hammock and tried the firmness. The young man looked at his busy back with contentment, resting his cheek with one hand: "Brother, you've been watching for several nights, let me watch tonight—"
"You keep watch? What if the beast came and carried you away?"
"I'll just shout."
"Shout what?"
"Hero! Help! Help—"
The special forces laughed, came and rubbed the boy's hair.
"I don't want to sleep in a hammock," the boy said vaguely, turning over beside the fire, holding the pit in his mouth.
"Why, uncomfortable?"
"cold."
"I can't help it when it's cold."
The teenager twisted around the bonfire again, and his movements were very dexterous and agile, avoiding the arms of the special forces who wanted to hug him into the hammock.
"Little classmate!" The special forces had no choice but to ask his eyebrows, "What are you thinking?"
Under the light of the fire, the young man's glazed eyes rolled in a circle and said with a smile, "I'll sit here to watch the night, hold the gun for me, you can go to sleep."
Before he finished speaking, the special forces soldier sat down by the bonfire and beckoned, "Come here."
"what?"
"Show you the magic."
The boy leaned forward and was hooked by the special forces and pulled into his arms, and the long legs in camouflage trousers held him tightly in his arms. Before he could struggle, he was wrapped in a warm tactical jacket, and even his neck was stuffed so tightly that no wind could penetrate.
"It's over," the special forces said briefly, "Go to sleep."
The back of the boy's head was pressed, and his head was pressed against his broad and sturdy chest, and he was a little dazed for a while.
He could hear the other side's steady and powerful heartbeat, and the slight crackling of the bonfire burning, and the farther away was the wind howling in the jungle at night. But the cold wind whistling through the treetops seemed to suddenly become very distant, and he no longer had any relationship with him. The warm arms around him cut off the cold, dangerous and lonely world.
He took a careful breath, the young and vigorous Alpha pheromones in his nose, mixed with the smell of sweat.
This was the first time in his life that he felt at ease surrounded by this kind of breath.
"...I haven't asked what your name is yet." The boy whispered in a half-dream.
With a gun in one hand, the special forces looked vigilantly around the dangerous jungle at night: "Huh? It is against the rules for contestants and hostages to exchange names."
"Tell me..."
The special forces pushed the boy back into his arms and said helplessly, "Xing Xing Xing... Don't tell anyone else."
"Well."
"… My surname is Zhou."
"Week what?"
"… "
"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Sunday..."
"Zhou Rong!" The special forces had a big head, and slapped the boy on the head as punishment, even though the action was so gentle that it could be called careful: "Rong of soldiers and horses."
The young man finally expressed his satisfaction slightly, and said "um".
"Next time you are in danger, call Brother Rong." The special forces officer paused, his handsome face seemed a little red in the firelight, and whispered, "As long as you call Brother Rong... I will save you wherever you are."
No matter how far you are, we can reach you.
Eleven years later, the city center of T where the zombies fell. Sinan volleyed to catch the hook and was hugged by Zhou Rong, and the motorcycle smashed into the zombie tide behind him.
The two embraced each other in the earth-shattering explosion and fell into the armored vehicle together.
"Let your surname be Zhou, you are a soldier and a soldier. What about you?"
—Noah.
My name is Noah.
In the dark bungalow, Sinan twisted his brows and panted hoarsely, curled up his body full of electric shock scars in pain, and cold sweat soaked the mattress layer after layer.
The mountains and rivers are far away, not seen for many years...
As you promised, please come and pick me up again at the end.