Guo Weixiang gritted his teeth, shooting the zombies rushing from the right, shouting: “Leave me! I can’t climb the rope!”
Nan shouted amidst the gunfire: “Hold on, Zhou Rong is coming back!”
“I can’t hold on—!” Guo Weixiang roared into his ear: “Don’t get dragged down, run! Take the suppressants!”
Zombies closed in from all directions. Guo Weixiang broke free from Nan, pushing him forward: “Go quickly!”
Sinan sprinted at full speed, almost leaping over the zombies’ shoulders, moving so quickly that only faint afterimages remained.
Countless rotting hands stretched out to grab his trouser leg, but before they could touch him, they were stomped into mush. He leaped from the last zombie onto the ground, rolling and charging forward without looking back.
“Roar roar roar——”
Most zombies were attracted by the strong Omega pheromones and turned around, crowding to chase after him!
Sinan was strong, no less than any carefully selected special forces soldier from the 118th Unit, Guo Weixiang had always known this.
But this was the first time he had personally experienced just how strong this person was.
Up close and completely exposed, that wild leopard-like explosive power lingered on his retina.
But the air was indeed floating with the scent of Omega pheromones.
The roar of a helicopter descending came from overhead, and Guo Weixiang shuddered, quickly pulling the trigger on the dozen zombies surrounding him. Machine gun bullets instantly poured out, and before he could load a new drum, several bullets from high in the sky brushed past, instantly blowing the zombies’ heads off.
“Rong-ge!”
Two deep green helicopters circled and landed on the hospital rooftop. Before they had fully landed, Zhou Rong had already roughly broken free from Ding Shi’s restraint, leaping out of the cabin, his coat billowing in the hurricane created by the rotor blades.
Dr. Zheng’s limbs went weak, stumbling forward: “Zhou, Zhou, Zhou-captain, Sinan, I don’t know what’s happening, he’s going…”
Zhou Rong said nothing, grabbing the climbing rope at the edge of the rooftop and sliding to the ground, clearing zombies with a few shots while running, stopped by Guo Weixiang: “Rong-ge, quick, in that direction, Sinan went that way——”
“Are you okay?”
Guo Weixiang’s tongue was so tangled he could only frantically shake his head.
Zhou Rong nodded and was about to chase in the direction Sinan had disappeared when he suddenly stopped: “What’s that smell?”
From Guo Weixiang’s expression, he might not even believe the words he was about to say, but in this critical moment, time allowed no buffer or concealment, only the naked truth was violently torn open before everyone:
“O… Omega.”
Guo Weixiang trembled: “He, he, he… he is an Omega.”
Zombies emerged from street corners, behind garbage piles, from gaps one would never imagine, and several times he felt his coat’s back being hooked by zombie nails. Just a moment’s pause would tear him into bloody fragments on the street.
Buildings on both sides of the street flew past rapidly. Suddenly, Sinan caught something in his peripheral vision and looked back, seeing large red characters on the wall—”Demolition”.
The old urban district was being demolished, with the street separated from the construction site by a barrier.
On the site, a crane stood lonely, reaching to the sky, dense steel bars and concrete slabs half-constructed, looking bizarre at first glance.
Sinan didn’t care whether today’s luck was clashing with the construction site, his foot twisting as he ran along the frontmost zombies on the sidewalk, vaulting over the barrier and rushing into the site, quickly climbing the scaffolding.
Most of the zombie horde was tripped by the half-height barrier, with the remaining zombies stepping on their companions’ bodies to climb in, howling as they pursued into the site, clumsily climbing the scaffolding.
However, with stiff knee joints and no cooperative awareness, zombies often fell after climbing two steps, creating a lively scene.
Sinan climbed to the scaffolding more than ten meters high, flipping into the building’s interior, finally stopping on a concrete slab and gasping spasmodically.
Seven or eight bloody gashes on his left arm had already congealed and dried, the scars crisscrossing and looking ferocious. Sinan trembled as he rolled up his sleeve, immediately feeling a needle-like sharp pain when slightly exerting force.
Excessive blood loss made him slightly dizzy, his originally pale complexion now frighteningly white.
He didn’t need to cut himself so severely, and damaging tendons or the wrist artery would be troublesome.
But cutting his abdomen, thigh, or other areas would affect running speed, and being caught by zombies would be a terrible fate.
Sinan knelt half-crouched on the suspended concrete slab, thinking wildly for a moment, ultimately concluding that next time he’d have to cut his face.
He laughed self-mockingly, suddenly hearing something and looking up towards the street.
The engine sound grew closer, a motorcycle shooting out from the street corner, making a piercing drift sound as it turned, accelerating towards the construction site—with two riders front and back, Sinan recognized Zhou Rong from that distance.
Zhou Rong and Yan Hao!
Sinan stood up, waving forcefully, and the motorcycle leaped over the barrier, the machine gun firing in mid-air!
The zombie group staggered, finding a new target and roaring as they turned. Zhou Rong stopped the car with such force that the vehicle skidded sideways, instantly sending several zombies flying; Yan Hao cooperated seamlessly, the machine gun firing frantically, bullets pouring out like a rainstorm, immediately shooting the first wave of charging zombies into dismembered, twitching heaps.
Zhou Rong got off the bike, pulling out an assault rifle, firing while walking towards the zombie horde, his roar intermittent amid the gunfire: “Sinan you…
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The smile in Sinan’s eyes gradually disappeared, beginning to realize one thing—they knew.
They must already know. This thought flashed through his mind and before he could ponder further, his danger-sensing nerve suddenly tensed, and he reflexively tilted his head, dodging the sharp claws reaching for the back of his head. ——Zombie! The rotting, massive object approached with a putrid wind, and Si Nan rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the zombie’s sharp teeth at the last moment. The zombie pounced on him, pressing down on his chest, and Si Nan let out a “puff”, almost spitting his lungs out of his throat! This zombie wore a yellow helmet and was definitely a construction foreman in life. He was fat and huge, weighing nearly 300 jin, standing as tall as Zhou Rong Yan Hao. Si Nan desperately held back the zombie’s neck to prevent it from biting.
Si Nan pulled twice at the assault rifle’s shoulder strap but couldn’t pull it free. He drew a dagger, intending to make the zombie’s face bloom like cherry blossoms, but suddenly there was a crackling sound around him.
Si Nan didn’t immediately understand what it was, but then his body sank downward. ——Crack! The cement slab! Boom—— Si Nan didn’t have time to curse before the cement slab shattered into pieces, and he fell from the scaffolding more than ten meters high!
In slow motion, Si Nan’s stress response could be considered textbook-level—curling up, protecting his head and vital organs, trying to curl into a ball, bouncing off the crisscrossing steel bars, avoiding all fatal areas.
The zombie, much larger than him, was not so lucky, directly impaled by the protruding steel bars, suspended in mid-air.
Bang! The recoil made Si Nan bounce up, spurting out a mouthful of blood, his back of the head heavily hitting the cement ground!
