After sending the satellite communication, it is estimated that we can transfer to Area E within two hours. The Biological Virus Research Institute is located here… This is a high-risk area. Do not linger in battle. Once it is confirmed that we cannot break through, immediately retreat. Follow the evacuation route we previously calculated, gathering at the central area’s light rail station entrance. If Yan Hao’s team hasn’t been completely wiped out, we can take the new armored vehicle when we return. Zhou Rong waved the tablet: “—Any questions?”
No one raised their hand.
Chun Cao struggled to drag Zhang Yingjie, whose legs could only be dragged on the ground.
Si Nan sat cross-legged, rubbing his eyes, which were turning red, clearly not fully awake.
“Not bad, everyone is full of fighting spirit!” Zhou Rong clapped his hands enthusiastically: “Next, follow me towards the dawn of victory!”
Zhou Rong turned around, and suddenly Si Nan’s voice came from behind: “Rong Ge.”
Zhou Rong turned back, and before he could say anything, he was tightly embraced. Si Nan’s face was almost buried in Zhou Rong’s neck, saying nothing and making no movement. He maintained this position for more than ten seconds before finally lifting his head, relievedly patting Zhou Rong’s back.
“Thank goodness you’re not dead.”
Si Nan took a step back, looking into Zhou Rong’s eyes seriously: “I won’t let any of you die.” Then he bent down to pick up the tactical backpack, bypassing Zhou Rong’s motionless body and walking away.
The air remained frozen for a long time, and Zhou Rong’s eyes finally blinked, as if coming to life like a switch being turned on.
“…Cao’er,” he seemed to be floating in the clouds: “Dad gives you one last chance… Yan Hao or Dad, who are you standing with?”
However, Chun Cao looked at him sympathetically and slowly shook his head.
Zhou Rong’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the marks, the atmosphere thickening with tension. “We need to move quickly,” he commanded. “Whatever made these marks, it’s not something we want to encounter.”
As they pressed on, Zhou Rong felt a mix of dread and adrenaline. Chun Cao kept his weapon ready, scanning corners and shadows while Si Nan carefully adjusted Zhang Yingjie on his back.
