“General Zheng said: ‘Do you know how many people across the country are sending rescue signals, how many rescue troops have been sacrificed? According to military intelligence, your survivor base has supplies, weapons, and can support the survival of over ten thousand people, so what more rescue do you want from the military?'”
What Zheng Xie said was the truth – without knowing about Ning Yu, the military’s rescue resources should naturally be used where they were most needed.
More survivors struggling on the brink of life and death needed rescue; comparatively, Chen Yajing’s base was already like heaven in the apocalypse.
“Then somehow, Ning Yu suddenly had an emotional breakdown and punched General Zheng, almost drawing blood…”
Everyone: “…”
Yan Hao watched Zhou Rong’s cards dwindling numbly: “Of course not.”
Maybe he’ll have to write a self-criticism, or the research institute might write it for him.”
“He’s so awesome now?”
Zhou Rong put down his last single card, a nine, and smiled: “Everyone’s resources are concentrated on researching his new zombie virus, combined with our little Comrade Si’s serum, it might be the fastest way to develop a vaccine. So Dr. Ning is now quite powerful.”
Yan Hao coldly said: “Just discipline me, I don’t care.”
“…might be packed and sent to marry Dr. Ning, a match made in heaven.”
Yan Hao threw down his cards and rolled up his sleeves. Zhou Rong hurriedly hid behind Si Nan, leaving Yan Hao only able to turn back with a wry smile.
“Old Zheng’s words aren’t wrong,” Chun Cao asked curiously, “When did Dr. Ning become so crazy that he’d hit a general?”
“Who knows,” Zhou Rong laughed and threw down his final hand: “Nuclear bomb! Pay up, pay up.”
What made Ning Yu break down wasn’t the military’s failure to rescue him in time, but that some things had already become irretrievable.
But Zhou Rong said nothing, playfully staring at the three defeated subordinates. The others had no choice but to tearfully beat Ding Shi while each pulling out ten yuan.
Zhou Rong put the money away and stuffed it into Si Nan’s hand: “Hide your snack money, I’ll buy you cream cake later.”
