"The zombie tide attacked the camp at night, the situation is critical, please contact us later."
This became the last communication from the Black Falcon team to headquarters.
After that, for thirty-six hours, the Communications Office worked around the clock, unable to contact them again.
The conference room was filled with cigarettes, and no one paid attention to the no-smoking regulations in the headquarters. Lieutenant General Zheng took the lead and stood at the head of the conference table with a cigarette in between, his eyes were bloodshot after staying up late, and his voice was hoarse: "The depth of the search and rescue is 200 kilometers, basically in the mountains and forests, and there are about 10,000 zombies wandering around. Gather. The Eighth Group Army, which is carrying out search and rescue in Hebei, has gone to the scene in person, with heavy casualties, but no signs of survivors have been found. The elite reconnaissance battalion of the Inner Mongolia base is on its way to the canyon, and a report will be sent soon..."
"Is there no conclusion from the General Staff?" someone asked.
Zheng Zhongjian stopped smoking, only to see the white mist billowing up. After a while, he said in a low voice: "If the reconnaissance battalion does not find any survivors, it can be preliminarily concluded that the Black Falcon team has all died."
"Fuck it!" Someone in the back row suddenly burst into flames and slammed the teapot: "Tang Hao, that rubbish, return Lao Tzu's soldiers! Something that is more than enough to fail!"
"Captain Kong!" Lieutenant General Zheng shouted.
Immediately someone went up to pull him, Zhou Rong glanced back, and recognized that it was the paratrooper unit next door—Tang Hao took the nine top soldiers of the paratrooper battalion this time. Emotions went out of control immediately.
"Enough! If everyone sacrifices, Team Leader Tang himself will be killed in battle!" Lieutenant General Zheng said sharply: "Besides, the task is extremely difficult, and sacrifice is inevitable, who can predict the trend of the zombie tide?! "
"Every soldier in our battalion was brought out by me from the Chengdu Military Region, nine!" Commander Kong was inexplicably saddened: "The youngest is only twenty years old, and he is the only one left in the family, and I don't know who to write the suicide note to! …”
Zhou Rong interrupted him: "My youngest soldier has just turned eighteen and is a girl."
Captain Kong roared.
"Deputy Minister Guo's family is a martyr, and his only grandson is inside." Zhou Rong said slowly: "That's the last four soldiers of our 118."
The surroundings were silent, and Commander Kong was speechless, and slumped into the chair.
"I believe there are survivors. The Black Falcon team is equipped with secondary antibodies. Even if they are infected, they will never be wiped out." Under the watchful eyes, Zhou Rong got up from his seat and turned to Lieutenant General Zheng: "The strength of the Inner Mongolia base. Insufficient, I request the headquarters to take the lead in organizing the rescue."
Lieutenant General Zheng's face was sinking like water: "The opponent is an elite reconnaissance battalion, and its ability is enough!"
"Then I request to organize a more professional special forces rescue team."
Before Lieutenant General Zheng could answer, Commander Kong was pumped with adrenaline! The ground jumped up: "I am willing to be the team leader!"
Zhou Rong said solemnly, "Please let me lead the team in person."
"..." Battalion Commander Kong blinked at himself, then at Zhou Rong, and hurriedly said, "I, I am willing to be the deputy of Team Leader Zhou!"
"Enough is enough for you!" General Zheng couldn't bear it any longer.
Everyone in the conference room was silent, and there was a dead silence. After a long while, under countless anxious gazes, Lieutenant General Zheng finally let out his breath: "If the search and rescue of the reconnaissance battalion is still unsuccessful, the South China Sea General Staff Headquarters will organize the last round of search and rescue in twelve hours, with Battalion Commander Kong as the leader. ."
·
The door to the conference room opened, and the officers filed out, returning to their respective offices along the corridor in groups of three or five.
Lieutenant General Zheng finally finished sorting out the documents and materials, picked up his large ceramic tea vat, and was about to go out, but someone in the horizontal swiftly inserted in, and slammed the wooden door with his backhand.
Lieutenant General Zheng stopped helplessly: "Colonel Zhou..."
"I request to go to the canyon for search and rescue."
"Request denied."
Zhou Rong said coldly, "Why?"
Communication office next door.
With Zhou Rong's military coat on his shoulders, Sinan slept on the table with his arms resting on his back. The footsteps of the officers disbanding the meeting passed through the corridor and into the falsely closed office door, awakening him.
Sinan moved, raised his head and rubbed his eyes: "... Zhou Rong?"
The surroundings were quiet, and Zhou Rong had not come back.
Sinan yawned, poured a glass of warm water, and drank it slowly, recovering a bit. Zhou Rong still hadn't come back. He looked at his watch, pushed the door and walked out of the communication office. He vaguely heard a fierce dispute in the staff meeting room at the end of the corridor.
"They have already sacrificed, Colonel Zhou! You and I know this! The Eighth Search and Rescue Brigade has lost so many people, how many lives do you want us to fill in to be satisfied?!"
Zhou Rong was furious: "Everyone is equipped with secondary antibodies, you told me that everyone died overnight?!"
Lieutenant General Zheng: "The cure rate of secondary antibodies is only 50%!"
"Yan Hao even has a one-thousandth chance of winning the primary antibody. How is it possible that none of the 30 elite team has carried the secondary antibody?!"
Sinan stopped and stood silently outside the door.
Lieutenant General Zheng had no choice but to take a few steps back and slammed the big tea jar and documents onto the conference table, asking, "Are you going to force me to tell the truth?"
"… "
"Dark night, forest, thousands of zombies besiege the camp, what do you think is the probability of being 'infected' instead of 'being eaten alive'? Even if Yan Hao of your team can carry it, he will be torn into pieces by zombies and take a bath with antibodies. It doesn't work! It's not an antibody problem at all!"
The surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Zhou Rong didn't say a word, he stood up straight, his handsome cheeks seemed to be frozen.
Lieutenant General Zheng glanced at him, and probably felt that he was talking too much, so he reluctantly slowed down: "I understand your feelings, Colonel Zhou. Everyone hopes that the Black Falcon team will survive, do I just want them to sacrifice? In this way, I promise you, if Yan Hao and Guo Weixiang can all come back alive, I will fight for it... No, I will definitely help 118 restore the system, what do you think?"
After a moment of silence, Zhou Rong whispered, "Yes, I will personally lead the search and rescue team."
Lieutenant General Zheng didn't even think about it: "No way!"
"why?"
"There's no reason! The General Staff Department doesn't allow it! You're on the front line, what about the antibody carrier?!"
Zhou Rong roared: "I'll go by myself! Life and death are my own! Also, he has a name and a surname called Sinan, not a carrier of antibody names!"
Zhou Rong's out-of-control roar came out the door and echoed clearly in the corridor.
On Sinan's arm was Zhou Rongshang's military uniform with Yu Wen. He put his other hand in his trouser pocket and closed his eyes gently.
"It's too late, Colonel Zhou." Lieutenant General Zheng was furious, but showed amazing restraint, looking into Zhou Rong's eyes and saying word by word: "Your life and death don't belong when you mark the antibody carrier. You are alone. Have you thought about it, what if he dies in love after you die in battle? Or more simply, if he tells me that I will not cooperate with the experiment as long as you send Zhou Rong out, then what should I do? "
Zhou Rong said impatiently, "Si Nan he won't..."
"What if he could?" General Zheng immediately asked back: "Do you think in his heart, is your life more important, or the lives of those four comrades in arms?"
Zhou Rong spoke suddenly, but couldn't say anything.
Across the thin door, Sinan stood quietly for a long time, and Zhou Rong's uncontrollable and painful breath finally came out of the door: "... I know they are all alive, they are waiting for me... But I just can't save them. …”
Sinan lowered his eyes, took a step back, and turned around.
At this moment, Lieutenant General Zheng spoke again, his voice was somewhat grim: "You should have known that this day would come, Colonel Zhou. You are a soldier, and a soldier who often performs high-risk missions and writes suicide notes, mark Omega Did you completely forget about it? Did you not notice that he was immune to the zombie virus at all? You really have no doubt that he is the target of 118?! It has developed to this day and you are completely alone Responsibility, you have found yourself such a burden!…”
Sinan was breathing rapidly, covering his eyes hard, his ears buzzing.
After a few seconds, he suddenly crossed the corridor, did not return to the communication office, and went downstairs to leave.
·
"I don't care what you say." Lieutenant General Zheng forcibly blocked Zhou Rong, picked up the documents from the table, and picked up the big tea jar again: "In short, the matter has been decided, you must stay with the antibody to carry... that Simon, that's it."
Zhou Rong's eyes were red, like a desperate tiger: "Si Nan is not..."
Old General Zheng said angrily: "Unless you convince him to have an operation today to remove the mark! Find another one! You must find it from the military! If the above three conditions are met, I will send you to the canyon immediately, and I will do what I say!"
"..." Zhou Rong stood stiffly for a long time, until Old General Zheng suddenly raised a glimmer of hope, only to see him shaking his head and rejecting: "No... No."
Old General Zheng was suddenly discouraged: "Then you are talking nonsense, get out of here soon."
But Zhou Rong didn't roll away, and stared at Zheng Xie unreservedly: "Si Nan can join the search and rescue team and act together."
"Are you crazy!"
"No." Zhou Rong said slowly and firmly, with every word very clear, "Si Nan is not a burden, he has always been a member of 118. He went deep with us into the underground military region, searched and rescued people along the way, and risked his life many times. Come to protect our comrades, without him we would have been wiped out several times. Sinan has this ability, he has never been a weak person who needs to be protected in the rear, but a companion who can fight side by side!"
"No, okay!" Old General Zheng almost roared: "Don't say it! In case of an accident with the ultimate antibody, we still need him. I can't allow the antibody carrier to be in any danger!"
Zhou Rong asked, "What else could happen?!"
"More! What if the ultimate antibody isn't in the valley at all? What if it never actually existed?!"
Zhou Rong stared at Old General Zheng like a monster.
Lieutenant General Zheng took a deep breath, reluctantly recovered his emotions, and said, "Don't waste your time, Colonel Zhou. The last search and rescue team takes off at 23:00 tonight. I wish your team members... No, I wish all the soldiers of the Black Falcon team to survive. ."
Lieutenant General Zheng's anger still remained, bypassing the stiff Zhou Rong, opened the door and walked out of the conference room.
·
There is a tree-lined road in front of the Military Research Institute. From the height of the third floor, the sun shines through the layers of green leaves of the French plane trees, casting some light spots on the road.
Sinan rested his elbows in front of the window sill in the corridor, crossed his fingers, and narrowed his eyes slightly by the sunlight.
A moment later, the laboratory door clicked, and when Sinan turned his face, he saw Ning Yu sticking out his head while taking off his mask: "Why are you here? Why didn't you knock on the door? I just saw you when I turned around."
Sinan didn't say a word and turned around slowly.
Ning Yu looked him up and down, "...What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, get out of the way."
Ning Yu blocked the laboratory door and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"..." Sinan finally said lazily, "Draw blood."
"Today is not the day to draw blood."
"I just want to draw blood."
Ning Yu was full of suspicion, and looked at Sinan from top to bottom, left and right, but the latter's calm face showed no signs of abnormality. After half a minute, Ning Yu finally loosened up, frowned and turned sideways to make way.
"It's inexplicable," he murmured, staring at Sinan as he came in, "to be diligent for nothing, it must be either a traitor or a thief."
Sinan turned a deaf ear, and sat on the reclining chair in the open space in the middle of the laboratory, motioning him to come and puncture the needle.
Ning Yu took two steps forward and suddenly stopped vigilantly: "I won't stab you, you must be trying to deceive me."
Sinan asked back, "Why did I lie to you to come here?"
"Who knows, maybe he wants to hit me?"
"What did I hit you for?"
"How do I know what you think?"
Contrary to Ning Yu's expectations, Sinan became visibly irritable: "Are you going to draw blood?"
"..." Ning Yu frowned behind her gold-rimmed glasses and finally asked, "What happened to you today?"
Sinan didn't speak, and said lightly after a long while, "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly want to help you with your work."
Ning Yu laughed and shook her head, turned and walked to the test bench, without turning her head back: "I don't need a lot of serum for the time being, the current research has reached the stage of how to clone secondary antibodies and improve the tolerance of ordinary people to antibodies as much as possible. Of course, the follow-up will definitely require you to cooperate with the experiment, and you can talk about it when you need to draw blood."
Sinan ignored him, and there was silence behind him.
Ning Yu returned to the microscope again, but just lowered her head, she suddenly realized something and turned around abruptly: "—Si Nan!"
Sinan fastened the blood-sampling tape with his teeth and pried himself with a needle. The scarlet liquid was slowly flowing into the blood bag.
"You really took the wrong medicine today!" Ning Yu said in disbelief, "Are you okay? Whose soul did you wear?!"
Simon didn't answer. The blood bag was getting fuller and heavier, and cold sweat was oozing from his cheeks, which were extra pale from staying up late. Ning Yu watched helplessly as the blood bag exceeded 400cc, but there was no sign of it stopping. Finally, she couldn't help shouting, "Stop! It's alright!"
Sinan turned a deaf ear.
"What the hell are you trying to do? Stop!"
Ning Yu strode forward, ignoring Sinan's dodging, holding on to him and pulling out the needle, bringing a thin blood line. At this time, the blood bag had exceeded 500cc, and Sinan's face was paler than paper, leaning on the reclining chair and panting slightly, Ning Yu slapped him across the face.
"Hey, the logistics department?" Ning Yu picked up the internal phone and instructed, "Bring me a high-protein supplement with sugar."
Sinan opened his eyes slightly and mocked: "Are you still the black-hearted scientist who pumped 800cc of my blood at one time?"
Ning Yu hung up the phone and retorted: "Are you still the same Sinan who wanted to kick me off just to get Zhou Rong into the helicopter?"
Sinan pondered for a moment: "It's true."
Ning Yu immediately stepped back three meters.
A moment later, the assistant brought the protein supplement, and Ning Yu tore open the sugar packet and stirred three bags of sugar inside before letting Sinan drink it while it was still hot.
Sinan was lying on his back on the large leather chair, covered with Zhou Rong's military jacket. He pulled the military uniform up, covered the tip of his nose, and took a deep breath. The nasal cavity was filled with the tyrannical, domineering and warm alpha pheromone that Zhou Rong was familiar with.
It was quiet at noon, and the laboratory was open and shady. In the distance, only Ning Yu was walking around in soft-soled shoes and the slight movement of glassware colliding.
Sinan closed his eyes, and suddenly muffled in his jacket for a while, "Dr. Ning?"
Ning Yu said from a distance, "Huh?"
"How did you feel when you were doing live experiments at the Survivor Base?"
Ning Yu's movements slowly stopped, standing in the shadow of the angle between the separator and the incubator, and asked after a while, "Why do you suddenly want to know this?"
"I just want to know what the psychological signs will be before people do things they know they are guilty of but must do."
Ning Yu put a test tube into the incubator, and after a long time said lightly, "Forgot, who remembers so much."
Sinan nodded silently and closed his eyelids.
·
Sinan slept in the laboratory until the evening, and when he woke up, Ning Yu was not there, only the assistant Chengcheng was standing beside him, saying that Dr. Ning went to the laboratory to get the materials. Sinan rejected the assistant's proposal to drive him, and spent half an hour strolling back to the dormitory by himself.
19:30PM.
Sinan pushed open the door of the dormitory, Zhou Rong was sitting under the lamp and cleaning his gun.
"came back?"
"Um."
"Where did you go?"
Sinan walked two steps away from the desk, stopped, and replied after a while, "Research Institute."
Zhou Rong's eyes were flushed, and he nodded silently.
"Why are you here?" Simon asked.
"Admiral Zheng told me to come back and rest." Zhou Rong turned over and over to look at the micro red that had been rubbed black and bright, and said, "I can't sleep."
The soldiers who ate dinner in the cafeteria came back, and indistinct human voices passed through the corridor, then went away, and gradually disappeared.
In the bedroom, only the silent breathing of the two of them and the slight sizzling sound of the light bulb could be heard.
Sinan stepped forward, pulled out Zhou Rong's gun and placed it on the table, his movements were light and could not be refused. Then he squeezed between the desk and the seat, raised his legs and straddled Zhou Rong's thighs, the distance between the two became very close, their breathing interlaced and their heartbeats were close to each other, and even every emotion in each other's eyes was invisible. .
Sinan looked down and looked down from a height, Zhou Rong's eyebrows were quite thick, raised slantingly, his eye sockets were deep, his nose was high and his lips were thin. This kind of face makes him not laugh when there is a kind of savage rebelliousness, he seems to be a hard-hearted person, but there is also a kind of ruthless and heartbreaking charm.
Sinan lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Zhou Rong's nose, then kissed his tightly pursed lips.
Sinan's kiss didn't have any tricks, he just used the tip of his tongue to warmly and intimately depict the shape of Zhou Rong's lips, and then went into the gap between his teeth and licked each sequence of teeth. Because of the slightly higher angle, the kiss continued to deepen, and Zhou Rong suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Sinan's arm.
"...Sinan," Zhou Rong panted and turned his head away when his lips and tongues were finally separated: "Wait, not now..."
Sinan broke free from his right hand, unbuttoned Zhou Rong's military shirt one by one, and then penetrated into his naked and strong chest, slid back to his back, followed the well-textured back muscles all the way down, and slid down the waist of his trousers to the front abdominal muscles At the end, the belt was unfastened immediately. There are gun calluses on the tips of his slender fingers, and there are scars on the fingertips that cannot be removed over the years, which are the traces left by countless electric shocks and brutal battles; As if struck by electricity, a trembling sensation suddenly swept up.
Zhou Rong grabbed his wrist: "No, Sinan, I really don't..."
Under the lamp, his brows were furrowed, like a sleepy beast irritable, and a large shadow covered his handsome face.
Sinan stared at him coldly for a moment, then pushed the edge of the table behind him with his backhand, and the swivel chair slid back. Immediately, Sinan slid down the gap, and while Zhou Rong didn't realize what he was going to do, he arched his body to hold the organs that were half exposed to the air.
"…!"
Zhou Rong was stunned, a burst of blood rushed to the top of his head, and subconsciously grabbed the hair on the back of Sinan's head, trying to force him to raise his head.
But the sound of sucking and water suddenly became so clear, along with the slightest stimulation, it was clear to the bone, and it gathered into countless strong currents that hit the central nervous system. Zhou Rong's head was full of rumblings, and he pulled up Sinan's hair with all his strength. In the ambiguous light shadow, a wire drawing was fleeting. Sinan's lips were exceptionally moist and bright red, and the water traces faintly shone with a luscious luster.
Zhou Rong's mind went blank. He leaned over and kissed the soft and moist lips in this position, and then tried to lift Sinan up, kissing him intermittently, and pressing him on the bed.
Sinan suddenly changed from being strong to being extremely docile. Zhou Rong rudely tore his clothes three or two times, but he only pulled down the chain of his trousers and pushed his protruding organs in with a little expansion with two fingers. of pleasure.
"… what!"
The moment he was forcibly entered, Sinan couldn't help but let out a cry, then clenched his teeth, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and was grabbed by Zhou Rong and pressed back.
Zhou Rong was like a beast. Every time he pushed in, it was so deep that it was terrifying. After withdrawing a little, he slammed into it again. plug. Every fierce and ruthless collision seemed to completely crush and smash the corridor. Sinan was quickly overwhelmed by the thick and long weapon. He collapsed and groaned and struggled backwards. The thigh was pulled back by Zhou Rong and invaded mercilessly, continuing the long and lewd torture like a punishment.
The pleasure of being completely manipulated is like sinking into the deep sea. When the climax came, Sinan's whole body tensed up, and his back hole was twisted in a lifeless manner, but he was forcefully squeezed open and penetrated until his eyes became dark and confused, and Zhou Rong broke out in his body. deepest.
They fell on the narrow single bed, and after a long time, their heavy breathing gradually subsided. Zhou Rong pressed down on Sinan with most of his body, put him in his arms in silence, and kissed his wet forehead: "... I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Sinan said hoarsely, rubbed deeper into Zhou Rong's arms, and murmured almost silently, "I'm sorry."
Zhou Rong didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Sinan closed his eyes: "It's nothing."
They just cuddled each other like this, with a large area of bare skin clinging to each other, and the warmth without any gaps relaxed the nerves. Zhou Rong, who had not slept for nearly 40 hours, finally felt a little tired.
"Go to sleep."
Zhou Rong closed his eyes and forced himself to open again: "I'm going to the General Staff for a meeting in two hours..."
"I'll wake you up in two hours." Sinan curled up against his chest and whispered, "When you wake up... you'll find that all problems are solved, please believe me."
Zhou Rong faintly flashed a trace of doubt, but his consciousness quickly became blurred. He kissed Sinan's hair, closed his eyes, and fell into a short sleep after a few minutes.
The luminous clock by the bedside flashed fluorescent light in the dark, Sinan opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and sober.
He waited quietly in his rest.