The Undead

“Your ambition, your delusion, and the White Eagle Base’s apocalyptic blueprint…”

Sinan staggered forward, throwing a punch at Romuel, which was caught. Immediately they grappled, crushing the bushes and broken wood scratching their bodies, their blood mixing and staining the dry grass.

“…must be buried here, along with the Pandora virus, along with this disaster that killed billions…”

Sinan’s eyes, red like a trapped beast, flipped Romuel over, using all his strength to choke his throat, blood flowing from his nose and mouth:

“Disappear forever… from this earth…”

A sharp sound pierced the tension as Sinan’s pupils contracted, then suddenly dilated.

His hand gradually loosened, revealing a small knife embedded in his abdomen, its blood-red handle held by Romuel.

“Good,” Romuel coughed violently, his internal injuries from the car crash quite serious. He finally flipped and pinned Sinan down, looking at his pale, dying face inches away, and laughed: “Then let’s go together.”

Sinan couldn’t make a sound, trembling as he tried to pull out the knife, but Romuel held his hand.

“I loved you, Noah… I loved you. Though I can’t realize my ideal, I can at least take you with me.”

He lifted Sinan’s hand, bringing it to his blood-stained mouth to kiss, with an unmasked, chilling light in his eyes – a crazy, twisted obsession:

“Let’s be buried here together.”

Before Romuel could turn back, he was knocked down by a punch as heavy as a thousand pounds!

Romuel tumbled into the bushes, grabbed by the neck by Zhou Rong, who immediately began beating him mercilessly. This was no longer venting anger but killing, each punch and kick landing on fatal areas like eye sockets, temples, and abdomen. A final kick to the chest sent Romuel flying back, crashing into a tree trunk and sliding down, his chest visibly caving in!

Zhou Rong picked up an assault rifle, stepping forward to press the gun barrel against his head.

“Do you think you can take Noah away? No, Sinan will replace him, and he will bury himself. Your sick, selfish love will only drag people into hell, and Sinan deserves better; from eleven years ago, he was destined to get something better.”

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