"Sinan," Zhou Rong said tremblingly, and immediately caught sight of Abbas dragging along, trying his best to reach the gun, and immediately shouted, "Run! Run!"
- He was holding Romuel, and he didn't have a gun in his hand. The most urgent task at the moment was to let Sinan run quickly. Even if he were to find him in a crisis-ridden city for three days and three nights, he could not let Sinan stand in a daze. Shot to death!
But Sinan stared straight at Zhou Rong, as if he didn't know him, neither running nor moving.
"...It's you," suddenly Romuel gritted his teeth.
Zhou Rong frowned, Romuel stood up and punched him, and the two tumbled and scuffled on the ground, punching to the flesh.
"Fuck, why are you again!" Romuel roared, pinching Zhou Rong's throat with one palm!
Romuel's skills are the same as Sinan's, treacherous, fast, and heavy technique, but as an Alpha, his muscle strength is much stronger than Sinan, and it can be seen that he is not the same order of magnitude as that woman and strong man, which is a bit out of Zhou Rong's surprise.
Zhou Rong clamped Romuel's hand around his neck with both palms and twisted it neatly. At the same time, he bent his knees and kicked, kicking Romuel out by the waist—
Zhou Rong's waist and leg strength was half a ton. Romuel flew out more than ten meters in the air, crashed into the brick wall, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood!
Bang bang bang!
The gunshot exploded in his ear, and Zhou Rong's whole body was cold in an instant. He ignored Romuel, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood. He rolled on the spot and picked up the gun, frowning wildly.
I saw that Sinan didn't run, but scuffled with Abbas. Compared with this Alpha who is more than two meters tall, Sinan is like a thin teenager, but when he was in a state of confusion, he burst out with unimaginable extreme strength, pulled Abbas' gun and pulled the trigger. The shuttle bullets poured out, shattering the glass windows, and the branches swayed violently.
The female Alpha hid behind the corner and scolded, struggling to stick out the muzzle and aim at Sinan.
The point she showed behind the wall was really just a sniper target that was not much bigger than a fly, but she was hit by Zhou Rong's wrist with an extremely precise and fast bullet, and she suddenly cried out in pain!
There was only one bullet left, Zhou Rong clearly realized.
He aimed at Abbas, but the angry figure of Sinan always flashed through the scope. Zhou Rong didn't dare to pull the trigger, and suddenly a strong wind came from behind his head. He dodged and dodged.
It's Romuel!
Zhou Rong yelled at your ancestor, and at the same time as he fell, he pulled the trigger in the air.
The last bullet leaped away, beautifully passing through the barrage formed by the AK47, penetrating Romuel's abdomen like fangs, and bringing out a bloody line!
Romuel stumbled and fell, clutching his gunshot wound.
Zhou Rong roared, "Si Nan!"
As soon as the violent gunfire stopped, Sinan forcibly emptied the submachine gun in Abbas's hand. The latter kicked him to the ground, and the big fist of Haiwan hit Sinan with blood. Before the second punch came down, Zhou Rong had already arrived, and pulled Abbas by the hair and knocked him to the ground. !
The strong man roared wildly, holding his head and struggling, but Zhou Rong didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe. The steel cannonball-like phalanx hammer struck the bridge of Abbas's nose with the first blow, shattered his teeth with the second blow, and collapsed his sternum with the third blow!
Zhou Rong got up and kicked Abbas over with one kick. His handsome face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were as cold as a wolf king.
He exhaled, tried to adjust his facial expression, and turned around.
Sinan had already got up and took a few steps backwards, standing with his back close to the courtyard wall, his body seemed to be slightly bowed - Zhou Rong recognized the reason at a glance.
It wasn't because he was severely beaten and injured after a long-term fast, which made him unable to stand up straight.
But the trapped beast was full of vigilance and hatred before attacking with the last ounce of strength.
Zhou Rong shook his head slowly, spread out his hand, and motioned him to look at his empty palm: "Sinan."
Sinan was silent and narrowed his eyes vigilantly.
"Come here, Sinan, I won't hurt you." Zhou Rong took a half step forward and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Rong didn't abandon you, look, I'm here to pick you up."
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The zombie took a step forward, Sinan thought.
He tried his best to close his eyes, and then opened them again, the intense madness caused by the excessive confession severed the central nervous system, forming a strange scene in front of his eyes.
- He seemed to be back when he was very young, in a simulated special training scene, and he couldn't get out without killing all the zombies.
There are zombies behind the wall, zombies on the ground, and zombies in the ruins in the distance. The one whose face is blurred and open to him... is also a zombie.
Killing them all, the voice in his head urged more urgently, giving him a splitting headache.
Kill them all, or you'll be electrocuted.
Kill them all.
There was a burst of low laughter mixed with coughing suddenly behind him: "No... it's useless, look at him like that..."
"He didn't recognize anyone when he was out of control. In his eyes, we were all zombies... Understand?" Romuel leaned over the ruins of the brick wall and sneered intermittently: "The brain is a conditioned reflex fantasy under severe stimulation. Even if It's useless when the fuck comes, he'll just hang everyone... all zombies, ahem..."
Zhou Rong roared: "What did you do to him?!"
Romuel didn't answer, changed his sitting position, and breathed out a breath of blood with difficulty: "Your surname is Zhou, isn't it?"
"...Who are you?" Zhou Rong narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Romuel didn't answer, his eyes turned to Sinan, and he laughed maliciously.
"It's too much." He coughed and laughed, "Go ahead, in his eyes, you are the most dangerous zombie here... He will hang you with his own hands. If you don't believe me, go over and try."
Sinan gasped and stepped back again, but he had already squeezed into the corner of the wall, and backing back would only make his back squeeze the wall even tighter.
It hurts, he murmured to himself.
... I'm really in pain.
The extreme hunger has turned into pain, tearing his internal organs, and the pain caused by the electric shock and beating is like a thousand needles, torturing every nerve in his body.
However, he had heard it countless times since he was a child, but the electronically synthesized cold and ruthless voice did not let him go, like a maggot in the tarsus, terrifying electric light sprouted from every crack of the bone, whipping him all over his body.
kill him.
kill him.
Kill them all.
Otherwise you will be punished.
Kill them all.
…
There was a sharp hissing sound like a leak in Sinan's chest, and he tried his best to cover his ears, but to no avail.
The zombie not far away took another step forward and seemed to be shouting something to come up and eat him.
But I really hurt, Sinan thought vaguely.
please... i really can't move...
“… Secretary… South…”
"Si Nan..."
Another voice resounded in the subconscious, dazedly close to the ear, and suddenly far away in the sky, drifting away with the wind. Unconsciously, Sinan put down his hand, his mind was completely blank, and he stood there.
The zombie whose face could not be seen had already walked in front of him.
"... Brother Rong is here... pick you up... Sinan... "
Sinan shook his head, not knowing what that meant.
His consciousness was chaotic, and he used his last strength to push the zombie away. As he struggled, the back of his head and elbow slammed into the concrete wall behind him, and his bones made a chilling crack, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
No pain, not even the slightest feeling.
- It seems that fate is finally willing to give a little kindness at the last moment of this riddled body, which relieves some of the heart-piercing pain.
Sinan slumped down on his knees and moved backwards with great effort, he knew how embarrassed he looked at the moment.
But the zombie that couldn't walk around wouldn't let him go, grabbed his shoulder, and lowered his head.
Sinan knew in a trance that he was about to be bitten. He would be torn alive by the rotting teeth, watching his skin tear open, blood splattering, tendons and blood vessels being ripped open like rotten flesh, and even his blood-red bone marrow could be seen bursting out of the fracture.
Next he'll be electrocuted, or he'll die.
He will skim the crumbling spire of the church, and rise under a grey sky to a paradise where there will never be hunger, loneliness, or pain.
Sinan's body twitched, curled up, and the zombies were already close to his ear. However, the expected warmth and coldness of the blood flowing out of the body did not come. In the confusion of consciousness, the shaky voice gradually became clear: "Look at... Look at me..."
"Si Xiaonan, don't you know Brother Rong?"
Brother Rong.
Everything in Sinan's eyes is a double image, the mutated and twisted lines and the chaotic dark shadows switch each other, just like heroin stimulates the brainstem center, turning everything into beating spots of light.
However, in the hustle and bustle of dying, something gradually became clear as if it were unearthed.
Brother Rong.
Zhou Rong.
"... Brother Rong didn't leave you... "
"Look at me..."
-Sinan felt the heat in his hand in the dimness.
It was as if hot water droplets hit his palm, causing him to shrink in pain.
"... Brother Rong is here to pick you up, take a look at our Secretary Xiao Nan... "
In the quiet night of the jungle, the bonfire was burning and flickering, and someone whispered in his ear: "Call Brother Rong, I will save you no matter how far away."
"My name is Zhou Rong, a soldier of soldiers and horses."
"Si-Xiao-Nan! Brother Rong is here to pick you up!"
"I'm sorry, Brother Rong shouldn't yell at you... Well, I brought you chocolate."
Countless scenes and pictures floated in my mind, circling and falling like heavy snow, gently calming the mad and convulsing spiritual world.
Sinan panted tiredly, his eyes scattered and blank, looking at the "zombie" kneeling in front of him.
The two were so close together, close enough to see each other's faces.
"..." Sinan murmured, "Brother Rong."
He didn't know what he was talking about, and he couldn't recognize the tearful, familiar face in front of him.
But from the syllables of these short two words, he gained some kind of warm and powerful comfort, and the power to calm down.
"Brother Rong," he repeated in a low voice.
Amidst all the unbelievable gazes, Sinan stretched out his hand, fully revealing his soft and undefended palm, which was tightly grasped by Zhou Rong.
The next moment, Sinan buried his head, like hiding in a safe cave in a dream, with his scarred body snuggling into Zhou Rong's arms.
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Romuel's pupils dilated rapidly, unbelievable, his face was enough to describe as gray defeat - this is impossible!
how can that be? !
After Noah enters the mental illusion of conditioned reflex, he will only treat all moving objects around him as zombies and attack indiscriminately until you die. This is an instinct he has cultivated through thousands of electric shocks since he was six years old. He will never forget it if he forgets to breathe. Even if his own mother dies in front of his eyes, his instinct will never be broken!
What about now? ! Why doesn't he attack? !
Could it be that in his mental illusion, he was willing to be bitten to death by this "zombie" surnamed Zhou? !
Romuel shook his head in horror, watching Zhou Rong hold Sinan tightly in his arms, kissing his forehead dirty with blood and dust, stroking his bony back, and whispering comfort what. After a while, Sinan's convulsions and tremors gradually stopped, Zhou Rong kissed his ear and picked him up with one hand.
Romuel clutched the gunshot wound in his abdomen, his other hand trembling and clenching tightly.
But Zhou Rong no longer looked at them, walked out of the small courtyard, kicked the zombies who were coming from Misheng with one foot, carried Sinan into the passenger seat of the blue and white SUV, and wanted to board the cab from the other side.
Sinan didn't want to leave Zhou Rong, so he held onto his cuff tightly and didn't let go. Zhou Rong coaxed a few words in a low voice, saw that Sinan shook his head and refused to listen, so he gave up, took him out of the co-pilot, and got into the cab together in his arms.
Zombies are slowly gathering here, and from a distance, ghosts are swaying at the alleys and alleys, all of which are densely packed with living dead. The SUV turned its head and drove into the small courtyard. The window was lowered. Zhou Rong stared down at Romuel and asked, "Who the hell are you?"
Romuel said coldly: "Your name is Zhou Rong, isn't it?"
"Yo, when did brother become so popular?" Zhou Rong sneered casually: "Why, do you want to sign an autograph?"
The sluggish footsteps unique to zombies gradually became clear, but Romuel did not have the slightest fear of imminent death. He was leaning against the pile of bricks covered in blood, and through the gap in the car window, he could see Sinan leaning on Zhou Rong's side, his head buried in Zhou Rong's arms.
It was like a little beast whose murderous aura had not faded and was covered in blood. When he was exhausted, he finally found the nest with his last breath.
Romuel's heart seemed to be filled with sour and hot hatred, and he sneered slightly.
"No, Zhou Rong." He said lightly, "It's really nice to see you still alive, take care of your little life... We'll meet again soon."
"Really?" Zhou Rong joked, "I don't think so."
The zombies gathered more and more, and gradually blocked the alley. Zhou Rong stopped talking to the dying person, the SUV backed up and spun, and the wheels made a harsh screeching sound on the ground. He finally dropped a sentence: "Thank you for your supplies!" Immediately, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away with the roar of the engine.
Romuel stared at the dust and smoke rising from the back of the SUV and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He has high eyebrows and deep eye sockets, and his nose is straight and straight. He is a typical Aryan Caucasian appearance. Because of the military elite training all the year round, the body is also tough and tough. This shape of Alpha is actually very popular in Europe and the United States.
But at this moment, his expression was so terrifying that it made people shudder.
The zombies swarmed, and they were gradually approaching the small courtyard. Romuel coughed up blood, took out a sealed injection from his chest, tore it open with his teeth, and injected all the light red liquid into his arm.
Then he raised his hand and threw it.
The injection needle made an arc and shattered in front of the first zombie's foot squeezed into the courtyard.
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The carriage kept bumping as it moved forward, rolling the zombies into the bottom of the car all the way, and finally rushed out of the gunpowder in the earth-shattering explosion of the grenade, and flew along the endless highway.
Zhou Rong controlled the steering wheel with one hand, hugged Sinan's drowsy body with the other, and patted his shoulder gently: "Si Xiaonan?"
Sinan curled up silently.
Zhou Rong stepped on the brakes, flipped over on the back seat, and threw the three Alpha miscellaneous personal belongings out of the car window, and saw a maple sugar bottle stuffed in the corner.
There should be more medical supplies in the trunk, but it's impossible to organize them carefully at this time. Zhou Rong unscrewed the maple candy jar, kneaded Sinan's pale face with his thumb, and asked in a low voice, "Two sips, eh?"
Sinan didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. He smelled the smell of maple syrup and reluctantly turned his head.
His silent refusal was very obvious, but Zhou Rong couldn't indulge his inexplicable picky eaters at this time, so he kissed his hair and coaxed: "Be good."
Then Zhou Rong took a mouthful of maple syrup and fed it mouth to mouth, licking the corners of his tightly pursed lips with persuasion.
For some reason, Sinan was very resistant to the taste of maple syrup, but after a while, his cold lips and tongue seemed to be gradually warmed by Zhou Rong's breath, his teeth loosened slightly, and a small soft gap opened.
The 48th hour of Fall of Zombie City.
Zhou Rong's eyes were slightly red, looking at Sinan's calm and lethargic face, and printed a gentle, honey-flavored kiss again.