In the dim light of the car compartment, Yan Hao lowered his head, breathing nervous and rapid, and kissed Si Nan’s temple. It was a kiss as light as a dragonfly touching water, both timid and devout. Yan Hao, like a child who had stolen candy, stood up and tiptoed off the car, closing the door.
★ Chapter 9
B Military District, Emergency Communication Room.
“The analysis summary report is out. All Omegas, male and female, have undergone gene identification. The target individual is not among them.”
The emergency red light flashed, reflecting on the sweat-covered face of a female researcher, whose chest was still heaving from running. An old man with general’s stars on his shoulder buried his face in his hands, then looked up after a few seconds: “I understand.”
The old man picked up the satellite phone on the control console and dialed a direct line contact code. After a long, drawn-out half-minute wait, the phone was answered: “Major Qian, please report the results.”
The old man opened his mouth but made no sound. The unspeakable silence said it all. “We will conduct a strict re-examination of all cities DC918 passed through. If the plane has crashed, there will definitely be traces somewhere.”
” The voice on the other end was also very heavy, pausing before asking: “Has the feedback from the 118 Unit’s Confidentiality Battalion come back?”
All hearts were pounding, desperate eyes fixed on the sealed metal door. From the other side came sounds similar to an impatient beast digging and breathing. After about ten seconds, a thunderous: Bang!!! The room shook violently, with startled cries rising. Everyone watched as the metal door bulged inward, forming a terrifying arc—
Early the next morning, six o’clock. Daylight peeked through the cloudy sky, with a salty and damp smell in the wind. Survivors awoke, chatted, got off the bus, wrapped in blankets and staring out the windows; Zhou Rong had already led people to check vehicles on the highway, finding remaining oil tanks, sucking several barrels of diesel with transparent soft tubes, everyone’s mouth reeking of gasoline, collectively standing by the roadside spitting. Departed at six-thirty, arrived at the industrial zone at seven, with the minibus slowly stopping in front of a fertilizer factory.
