Yan Hao grabbed the railing with one hand: "Run!"
However, Sinan didn't move, he grabbed Yan Hao's hand and gritted his teeth and pulled it up - he weighed less than Yan Hao by 20 kilograms, this pulling almost dislocated his elbow, and his bones burst out with a terrible cracking sound.
"Zombie, zombies are coming!"
Sinan gasped and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Yan Hao stomped his feet in the air, stepped on the wall several times but slipped, and watched several zombies staggering towards Sinan with flames, the end tone changed sharply: "Listen to me! Leave me alone, run!"
"How can... no matter what you..."
"Zombies are behind you!!"
Half of Sinan's body was pulled out of the roof, he felt a heavy weight on his back, and the bloody breathing of the zombie was close to his ears. At the same time, Yan Hao's foot finally stepped on the window sill.
Yan Hao rolled over the railing like a whirlwind, hugged Sinan by the waist, knocked over to the ground, and rolled out several meters in an instant!
"Are you OK?!"
Sinan missed the zombie's teeth when he was close at hand, but was hit and pressed by Yan Hao in such a head-to-head manner.
Yan Hao's whole body was on Sinan's body, his left elbow propped up on the ground, and his right hand pulled his face hard. He saw injuries from behind his ears to his neck, but there was no bleeding when he touched it. All fell back into the stomach.
"Not bitten." Yan Hao buried himself in Sinan's neck and muttered happily, "It's great, not bitten."
The back of the neck is one of the most sensitive and critical parts of the Omega's body because of the glands that can be temporarily marked, and the blow is deadly. If Yan Hao was an Alpha, the touch just now was a textbook standard of sexual harassment. Sinan's first instinct was to overturn him and kick him out.
"you… "
As soon as Sinan spoke reluctantly, he saw Yan Hao raised his head and gave him a deep look - before he could tell what emotion was surging in his eyes, Yan Hao backhanded the knife, turned and slashed horizontally, and the head of the zombie flew instantly. He went out and fell heavily to the ground.
"Run!" Yan Hao pulled up Sinan: "Get off the rooftop, go back to the underground warehouse, hurry up!"
The rooftop has been completely reduced to a field of flesh and blood, full of people screaming in flames and irritable and aggressive zombies. Many people were bathed in blood, screaming and running, rushing to the door of the security corridor. However, in the chaos, many people fell down and were trampled to death before they could get up.
"Zhou Rong!" Sinan shouted loudly.
Zhou Rong's fire axe chopped down the zombies that chased after the door of the corridor, but within half a second of pulling out the axe, two or three infected people who were obviously bitten were wrapped in the crowd and rushed into the corridor. . Sinan grabbed his wrist, which was splattered with rotten blood, and shouted, "Let's go! Don't worry, I can't control it!"
Zhou Rong's eyes were red and bloodshot.
"Let's go, Brother Rong! They're all infected!" Chuncao ran against the crowd and said sharply, "Quick! Go back to the underground garage!"
With a bang, a fireball went to the sky, and the crashed helicopter exploded a second time in the fire.
More living dead and survivors were rushed downstairs and smashed to pieces on the street. Zhou Rong let out a trembling fiery breath, looked around at his blood-stained team members, and suddenly shouted: "The rest of the people listen!"
"South corner of area A of the underground garage, run with us!!"
“South Corner of Area A of the Underground Garage!!”
Zhou Rong took the lead and rushed into the safe corridor.
The corridor was already crazy at this time, and many infected people ran halfway, mutated into zombies, and bit people madly in the narrow stairwell; the number of people bitten increased rapidly geometrically, and the light bulbs were broken at some point. The roar of the zombies and the screams of the devoured are everywhere in the darkness.
Zhou Rong slashed ahead with a sharp fire axe to clear the way. Sinan was guarded by him behind him, and the stairs under his feet were full of smooth flesh. In the chaos, he had no idea how many corpses he stepped on.
It seemed as if it was endlessly long, and it seemed to come to an end in a blink of an eye. Zhou Rong slashed open the door of the stairway with an axe and rushed into the underground garage first!
"Quick, quick! Come out!"
A group of survivors stumbled out, Zhou Rong kicked the security door and blocked the staggering footsteps of the zombies behind the door, turned around to glance at the number of people, and made a decisive decision: "I'm driving a biochemical car, Yan Hao is going to drive the middle car. Ba, go!"
This is when Chuncao came to find Zhou Rong last night, and the two agreed on the retreat route—in case the helicopter fails to make a forced landing on the top floor, they will use the CMB they dragged back from the street to transport the survivors to the boarding point.
Yan Hao raised his hand to take the key, stopped in front of the CMB, and after a short breath, got up and looked at the frightened crowd in front of him.
"Quick! Quickly open the door and let us get in the car!"
"Don't leave us!"
"They're coming, they're coming..."
Frightened cries came and went, especially harsh in the empty garage.
Yan Hao's Adam's apple slid violently, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth several times. Just then Zhou Rong strode forward, patted him on the shoulder, and pushed him behind.
He was tall and sharp, casting a heavy shadow as he stood, his eyes slowly sweeping through the crowd. The roaring and crying gradually subsided in this extremely oppressive sight, and everyone stared at him in fear and dazed, only to hear Zhou Rong finally speak, his voice was low and clear: "Whoever is bitten, stay by yourself ."
The crowd exploded instantly.
"I didn't!" "Neither did I!" "Let us get in the car!" "Please, let me go!"…
"Shut up!" Chuncao roared loudly: "If you force anyone to stop!"
The hustle and bustle stopped, and in the silence, a special soldier took the initiative to stand up, raised his cuffs, and said with a smile: "I was bitten, Brother Rong. Are there any bullets? Give me a shot."
Zhou Rong stared at his wrist, which had begun to rot, and said nothing.
Yan Hao tried his best to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help but let out a cry of despair like a trapped beast, and knelt down.
The gasping and choking sounded one after another. Zhou Rong closed his eyes and raised his head. After a few seconds, he finally swallowed the hot tears and raised his hand to release a bullet hanging by a string between his neck.
"This is..." he said hoarsely. "My last shot, I used it myself."
Zhou Rong put the bullet into the pistol, pushed the chamber of the gun, and stepped forward to hug the special soldier tightly.
Every team member stepped forward to say goodbye to him, crying bitterly. Chuncao's shoulders trembled violently, the special forces patted her back comfortably, kissed her on the head like an eldest brother, and finally pushed her away, watching Zhou Rong with tears in her eyes.
"Thank you for the past few years, Brother Rong." He wiped the corners of his eyes with a smile and said, "Give me a ride at the end."
Zhou Rong closed his eyes, his palms trembled, and he put the muzzle of the gun on the player's head.
"… goodbye," he choked.
The surroundings were dead silent, and after a while, a gunshot rang out in the garage.
The restlessness of the crowd subsided instantly, as if the boiling magma had been pressed into the ground before it erupted. The survivors looked at each other in panic. After a while, another woman hesitated and took the initiative to step out. Her eyes were red and full of tears, and she said, "I... I'm a little scared."
She paused and forced a smile: "Are there any more bullets?"
She still looks very young, with makeup on her face and messy hair, like an office worker who has just started working.
Zhou Rong buried his face in the palm of his hand, and in a fleeting moment, the lines on his shoulders and back seemed to have a sense of collapse.
Chuncao hesitated and slowly touched the lower back. Just as he was about to take out his gun, suddenly a person walked forward from her side.
... Simon? she thought in amazement.
Si Nan stood in front of the girl and asked in a low voice, "They are out of bullets, can I help you? I promise it will be soon."
The girl was a little scared and at a loss: "But I..."
"There won't be any pain," Sinan said.
In front of everyone's eyes, he raised his hand to wipe off the dust on the girl's face, wiped away the eye shadow that was smudged by tears, and combed her hair carefully and meticulously. He folded her collar and patted off the dirt stained on the lotus-colored skirt, just like a gentleman serving a noble princess gently.
The girl was trembling all over, and she was unable to speak so much as she tried to suppress her crying. Simon spread his arms around her and asked, "What's your name?"
"... Zhao... Zhao Miaomiao..."
"Miao Miao," Sinan whispered in her ear, "don't be afraid, you look beautiful."
The girl swallowed her sour tears, smiled, and said "Yeah!"
In the next second, lightning flashed from the back of her neck—Kara! Not even the slightest bit of muddy water, the body immediately softened.
Sinan supported her lifeless body and slowly put it on the ground, with gentle movements as if the girl had just fallen into an eternal warm sleep.
"...Is there anyone else?" Zhou Rong looked around the crowd and said hoarsely, "Is there anyone else? Stand up for yourself."
No one spoke or moved, and a glue-like silence filled the air. After a long while, Zhou Rong nodded to Yan Hao, Yan Hao took out the car keys, and suddenly Sinan said loudly: "—Stop!"
Following his gaze, a middle-aged man huddled and squeezed in front of the car door. Sinan stepped forward to pull him out of the crowd and said coldly, "You were bitten too."
"I didn't! I! I..."
Sinan grabbed his hand hidden behind him forcibly, and tore the cuffs with a brush.
"This is not an infection, I was not bitten, this, this is a glass cut! The wound is festering!"
Sinan turned a deaf ear, pushed him far into the corner, and said to Yan Hao, "Go open the door."
The man was furious and shouted: "You will be punished! Son of a bitch! You must die!"
The angry scolding reverberated for a long time, and when Sinan saw that all the survivors got on the biochemical car and the minibus, he turned his head and asked, "Do you want to kill yourself, or shall I help you?"
The man threw a fist over, and Sinan turned his head to avoid him, but the man broke free from his restraint, turned his head and ran back. Sinan looked at the security gate in the direction he was running in, and couldn't help but frown, and instantly reacted: "Stop—"
Zhou Rong slammed open the passenger door and said sharply, "Si Nan! Get in the car!"
Sinan rushed towards the man like an enraged cheetah; however, at the same time, Zhou Rong stepped on the accelerator, the tires made a sharp rubbing sound in the underground parking lot, galloped, and braked to stop in front of Sinan!
Zhou Rong leaned forward and grabbed him, his iron pincer-like hands were strong and powerful, and hugged him into the cab by the waist!
"Let him go!" Zhou Rong shouted, "Follow me!"
The bulletproof biochemical car made an extremely neat drift, accelerated with a roar, and slammed into the garage door!
Everyone jumped up abruptly in the turbulence, and from the corner of Sinan's eyes, he glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw that the man had opened the corridor security door, and the zombies who were blocked behind the door rushed in, wailing and rushing towards CMB.
— but they were too late. Yan Hao has closed the door of the minibus, started it, and after rolling several zombies into the bottom of the car, followed the biochemical car and rushed into the street!
The last scene reflected in the rear-view mirror was that the man was drowning in the zombies. Sinan closed his eyes, as if there was a hot and sour lump in his throat, so that he could not even make a sound.
Suddenly one hand pressed his head, Zhou Rong forcibly pulled him over, and hugged him hard: "Don't think about it, darling."
Sinan rested his head on Zhou Rong's sturdy and hot shoulders, and nodded after a while.
"Take the highway on Chengbei Road, you must leave here before it gets dark." Zhou Rong hit the steering wheel with one hand and said solemnly: "Three hours later, the B military region will launch a nuclear bomb to clean up the T city. We are running out of time."