Wu Xinyan tried a more direct question, but her voice was even softer: “…Are those things they said about you true?”
This time, Sinan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, without answering.
So Wu Xinyan was tormented the entire way, the invisible little person in her mind violently shaking Sinan’s shoulders countless times.
When they returned to the factory building, Sinan parked the biochemical armored vehicle in its original spot, locked the door, and suddenly beckoned to her.
Wu Xinyan: “?
Following Sinan’s finger toward the brick wall, a sudden gust of wind swept by – Bang!
Wu Xinyan shuddered all over. She saw Sinan punch the wall, the red brick instantly cracking, then silently exploding into a half-meter diameter web of fractures.
“What do you think?” Sinan said calmly.
Sinan tossed the keys up and down, leisurely walking away, leaving Wu Xinyan staring blankly at the fist-sized hole in the wall.
Zhou Rong saw off Dr. Zheng, who had repeatedly issued military orders, and sat alone in the factory director’s office, deeply sunk into the armchair.
Outside the window was the calm blue sky of the afternoon, with the sounds of people training and conversing in the courtyard carried faintly on the wind. Zhou Rong reached for the cigarette box, holding the last remaining cigarette to his nose and sniffing carefully without lighting it.
Zhou Rong slowly pulled out a lighter, and just at that moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, with Si Nan throwing a large bunch of keys through the air.
Fortunately, Zhou Rong was quick-eyed and agile, swiveling his chair and catching the keys mid-air: “—All done?”
Si Nan casually replied, “Mm.”
Zhou Rong observed his expression, carefully choosing his words, and after a long pause asked, “Coming with us to the military district?”
Si Nan said, “Mm.”
Zhou Rong tentatively asked, “Do you like that girl?”
“
Zhou Rong had a thousand words stuck in his throat, making his temples throb: “Then you still…”
“That girl,” Si Nan looked around the corridor, suddenly lowering his voice seriously: “She likes Yan Hao, keep an eye on that.”
At that moment, Si Nan’s tone could almost be described as friendly. Zhou Rong stared at him, suddenly feeling something was off.
But he had no time to think about what was wrong, as Si Nan turned and went back to the rear workshop to mix his black powder.
Three days later, Zhou Rong personally finished counting the last box of ammunition, slammed the rear cabin door shut, and shouted: “Move out!”
The armored vehicle slowly drove out of the factory area under the watchful eyes of men, women, young and old. In the rearview mirror, people’s faces—showing reluctance, gratitude, anticipation, fear, and worry—gradually became smaller.
Six special forces soldiers and one unofficial combat personnel sat in the vehicle, fully armed, wearing Kevlar protective suits and carrying micro-submachine guns. Zhou Rong was about to say something to boost morale when he saw Si Nan stand up, swiftly pull open the rear door, and jump off the moving armored vehicle.
Zhou Rong leaned out and roared: “My little ancestor, what are you doing now!”
Si Nan ran to Wu Xinyan at the front of the crowd, pulling out a glass bottle etched with countless cracks and filled with an unknown substance from the layers of soft padding in his tactical shoulder bag, handing it to her briefly:
“Avoid jostling, try to throw it far.”
Wu Xinyan gripped the nitroglycerin bottle like a soldier about to enter battle, nervously asking, “What if it’s not far enough?!”
Si Nan was silent for a moment, “Pray.”
“…” Wu Xinyan helplessly said, “I’ll practice with some rocks first.”
Not far away, Zhou Rong sighed and reached out to ruffle Chun Cao’s hair: “Cao’er…”
His adopted daughter, who was wiping a gun barrel, didn’t look up and asked, “What?”
“Do you think Dad should find an Omega and settle down?”
Everyone in the vehicle looked up in shock, with Yan Hao driving the car in a large S-shape.
Si Nan ran back, grabbed the iron ladder, and leaped cleanly into the rear compartment, looking puzzled and scanning everyone. Chun Cao put down her submachine gun, gripping her adoptive father’s hand: “Can you not speak as if any Omega would want you? We’re the least likely to find an Omega in this car,” Chun Cao commented.
The armored vehicle rumbled across the road surface, with zombies on both sides turning their heads at the sound, driving towards the dilapidated and desolate B City.
“When you said ‘least’, did you include our temporary worker, Xiao Si?” Zhou Rong asked.
Zhang Yingjie, sitting in the passenger seat checking the road conditions, turned back and laughed, “Don’t you get it, Brother Rong? Good-looking Betas are the most popular among Omegas, talking about being considerate, gentle, and mutually respectful…”
Zhou Rong pointed at Si Nan dissatisfied, “Where does he look gentle? Where does he show respect?!”
Si Nan hugged an Uzi submachine gun in his arms, leaning his head against the shaking car wall with his eyes closed, not even showing any intention of speaking.
“Si Xiao Nan is probably also tough,” Chun Cao objectively evaluated, “The most findable would be either Yan Hao or Xiang Zi. Yan Hao, well, no need to say more, with a good face that’s welcome everywhere, possessing a deep and melancholic campus heartthrob quality, absolutely meeting the Omegas’ requirements for gentleness and respect.”
Yan Hao holding the steering wheel, politely said, “Thank you for the organization’s affirmation.”
Zhou Rong, Yan Hao, Zhang Yingjie, and Ding Shi, who had been laughing and silent, simultaneously changed their expressions: “Don’t mention—!”
But it was too late.
Guo Weixiang turned back, slowly saying, “I knew you recruited me for this…”
“Having an episode again,” Zhou Rong said helplessly.
“In what way am I holding the team back? Tell me?”
Guo Weixiang was emotionally excited, full of grief, pointing his finger at each person’s face in the car. Si Nan, who was originally sitting next to him, had silently moved three feet away, now sitting beside Ding Shi, maintaining exactly the same posture of arms crossed and feigning sleep, even the angle of his tilted head unchanged.
Blasting is a highly technical skill. Sinan took out the plastic explosive he made from nitrocellulose, nitroglycerin, soap, rubber, and chewed gum, carefully filling it into the stress gaps between bricks and tiles, using black powder as a detonator, then jumping down from the ruins and striking a military match.
He walked toward the armored vehicle, gently tossing the match behind him.
The flame drew a beautiful arc in the air, accurately falling into the ruins.
The next moment, an earth-shattering explosion erupted, and the wind violently lifted Sinan’s sleeves!
He carried a single-shoulder bag, one hand in his pocket, his handsome face expressionless, walking toward the car door with his back to the towering flames. Zhou Rong laughed, “Look at how he’s showing off…” Then he suddenly stood up, his roar changing pitch:
“Sinan! Run quickly—”
Before his words could finish, a huge piercing howl accompanied by violent shaking burst from the center of the explosion!
The airflow instantly blew Sinan away, with a loud bang, slamming him spread-eagled onto the hood of the armored vehicle dozens of steps away!
Sinan felt the world spinning, his vision going dark, and his nose suddenly gushing with blood.
But at this moment, he had no time to feel pain. The moment his vision recovered, through the blurry windshield, he saw Yan Hao and Zhang Yingjie’s dumbfounded expressions—both staring behind him as if seeing an unbelievable scene.
Sinan covered his nose and turned his head.
