Yan Hao’s face turned pale: “Stay away! Talking is fine, but no touching!”
As the group walked towards the complex underground space, a Jeep suddenly stopped behind the trees.
Zhou Rong got out of the car, holding a gun to Wan Biao’s head. In the distance, a minivan rushed over, screeching to a stop in front of the building. Two subordinates then lifted Chen Yashen’s wheelchair, one standing guard outside while the other quickly pushed her inside.
Zhou Rong softly said: “If you make a sound, you’re dead. Understand?”
Wan Biao stared ahead, nodding, then suddenly tried to speak: “…”
Before he could make a sound, Zhou Rong had already noticed his chest expanding to shout, immediately choking him with his hand, then knocking him unconscious with a gun butt.
“You don’t know how to take advice,” Zhou Rong coldly said, carefully laying the blood-covered Wan Biao down in the bushes.
Chen Yashen had already been pushed into the building. Zhou Rong thought for a moment, crouching and moving forward silently like a hunting tiger, approaching the guard from behind and striking with a hand chop. The guard didn’t even understand what happened, immediately falling unconscious. Zhou Rong carefully laid him down as usual and followed Chen Yashen into the building.
When Zhou Rong entered, Chen Yashen was in the elevator, the doors slowly closing, with the display showing negative two. Zhou Rong raised an eyebrow, directly entering the safety stairwell, sweeping down two floors like the wind, and flashing into the negative second floor just as the elevator dinged open.
The corridor before him was very spacious and silent, with only emergency lights flickering dimly.
Chen Yashen’s subordinate pushed the wheelchair, and after Zhou Rong silently followed for a few minutes, they turned into a room at the end of a winding corridor.
“Thank you,” Chen Yashen said softly. “Please call Ning Yu for me.” The subordinate responded and walked out of the door. Just as he was about to exit, he felt a fierce wind coming from the darkness: “What—” He only had time to utter half a sound before going dark and losing consciousness.
Chen Yashen suddenly turned back: “Who!”
At the entrance of the underground office, her subordinate collapsed weakly to the ground. Immediately after, Zhou Rong’s slender and sturdy figure emerged from the darkness, holding a gun aimed directly at Chen Yajing’s eyebrows.
“Don’t move, don’t make a sound,” Zhou Rong said flatly. “Where is Si Nan?”
The moment she saw Zhou Rong, Chen Yajing froze entirely, but after just a few seconds, she relaxed and leaned back gently into her wheelchair.
“As expected of the 118 Unit. Is Wan Biao still alive?”
“Alive,” Zhou Rong said. “I’m good at killing, but I don’t kill indiscriminately, unless you do something irreparable.”
Chen Yajing shrugged: “You’re overthinking, Captain Zhou. Nothing irreparable will happen. Noah is safe here beyond your imagination, even if the base falls and I’m bitten to death by zombies, neither he nor Ning Yu will be.”
Zhou Rong scrutinized Chen Yajing, this disabled woman who was seemingly powerless, who calmly returned his gaze without evasion.
Chen Yajing paused, almost inaudibly exhaling: “My husband knew Ning Yu when he was an undergraduate. Ning Yu taught their professional courses, so they knew each other.”
Looking at Chen Yajing’s husband, he must be around forty, which means when Ning Yu was teaching undergraduate courses, he was probably not even fifteen years old. Zhou Rong didn’t say anything, instead asking: “You just mentioned the vaccine research results, how are they?”
Chen Yajing countered: “With tens of thousands of zombies surrounding the city, are you sure you want to discuss vaccines right now?”
Zhou Rong said: “If you’ve truly developed an antidote vaccine, at this moment, I would place the vaccine’s importance above all other tasks.”
Chen Yajing studied Zhou Rong for a moment, seeming to perceive something: “You’re truly goal-oriented…”
“Yes,” Zhou Rong admitted. “That’s why I didn’t immediately execute you when I saw the death list earlier. Cut to the chase, tell me about the vaccine.”
“About the vaccine and Ning Yu…” Chen Yajing changed her sitting position under Zhou Rong’s impatient gaze, slowly saying: “As I mentioned before, at the first outbreak of the zombie virus, the research institute sacrificed unimaginable human and material resources to do two things: first, repair local communications, and second, search for Ning Yu.”
“Ning Yu had previously participated in Country A’s zombie virus research and had even met Romuel, the research sponsor. After being brought back to the research institute, he proposed a terrifying hypothesis.”
Zhou Rong stared straight ahead, the dim hallway light casting from behind, illuminating the hospital bed half-covered by a white curtain, with the metal bed frame faintly reflecting moving shadows.
Zhou Rong noticed something and gently loosened his hand, the gun dropping onto the experimental table.
“Now,” Ning Yu said, holding the medical kit impatiently, “go out and deal with the zombies, weapons depot is 300 meters left after exiting, don’t cause trouble here… umph!”
Ning Yu’s throat was strangled from behind, and simultaneously, another gun was pressed against his temple!
“Put down the gun, Dr. Ning,” Si Nan said calmly, “Bullets don’t have eyes.”
Ning Yu looked like he wanted to curse, but being strangled by Si Nan made his blood vessels bulge, unable to even form a syllable.
Zhou Rong spun around like a whirlwind, grabbed Ning Yu, and threw him to Yan Hao in one fluid motion.
Yan Hao expertly twisted Ning Yu’s elbow against the wall, and then Guo Wei Xiang squeezed into the room, pointing his gun at Chen Ya Jing, who had no choice but to stand up from behind the experimental table.
Immediately after, Zhou Rong picked up Si Nan. Although Si Nan was nearly 1.8 meters tall, Zhou Rong lifted him like a child, carrying him and placing him on the experimental table, holding him tightly in his embrace.
“My little Si Nan…” Zhou Rong repeatedly stroked his hair and ears, as if confirming his treasure was unharmed, his voice trembling: “So good, well done, you came to rescue your brother Rong… you’re amazing…”
Si Nan felt comfortable under his strong palm, his eyes slightly narrowed: “Hmm… I also conveniently saved Yan Hao and Big Rooster along the way, no big deal.”
Yan Hao: “…” Big Rooster: “…”
Guo Wei Xiang looked like he wanted to argue, but Si Nan raised his eyes from Zhou Rong’s embrace, and his gaze swept across.
Ning Yu struggled ceremonially for a moment, then gave up under Yan Hao’s iron-grip strength, pressing his face against the wall and gritting his teeth: “How are you here? Weren’t you told to stay in the laboratory?”
Si Nan tilted his head and glanced at him, his eyes clearly meaning: Where you tell me to stay, I’ll stay?
Idiot,” Ning Yu muttered, feeling helpless: “That laboratory’s alloy door is very solid, even if zombies block it, it won’t be breached. There’s a backup warehouse behind with enough food and water supplies for three months, enough to live comfortably until the zombie tide passes…”
“Pardon me,” Zhou Rong said politely, one arm around Si Nan: “Dr. Ning, you’re currently a prisoner, so it’s better not to talk too much.”
Ning Yu turned away, tightly closing his mouth.
Zhou Rong carefully took out a fruit candy from his pocket and fed it to Si Nan, quickly exchanging information with Yan Hao about the outside situation.
Yan Hao responded: “But if you ram into a tree, the driver would be the first to die, Dr. Ning.”
“Do I look like someone afraid of dying?” Ning Yu countered.
Yan Hao pondered for a moment, then agreed: “You’re right.” He then lowered his gun, pointing it at Ning Yu’s groin.
