Zhou Rong dusted off his hands: “Your base is impressive, hiding it so well?”
Ning Yu, exhausted, sat on the ground: “It was prepared specifically for me. Only I, Chen Yajing, and Wang Biao who was responsible for maintenance knew about this aircraft.”
Zhou Rong nodded silently, putting on a monocular night vision device. In the distance atop the building, a faint green figure nimbly climbed the signal tower, which then began flashing two red lights.
That was Yan Hao.
With Yan Hao’s mission complete, they had about five minutes alone.
Si Nan asked, “Didn’t you say the nearest city was two thousand kilometers away?”
“No, it’s not like we were going to Lhasa,” Zhou Rong admitted. “Actually, we could find a pharmacy by driving for half a day back then.”
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Zhou Rong, hearing no response after a while, raised his head nervously: “You’re not angry, are you?”
Sīnán’s expression was peculiar, seemingly very awkward. After a long pause, he sighed.
“No, I was just thinking…” he said slowly.
Zhou Rong was stunned for a few seconds, then threw his head back in a triumphant and happy laugh.
Níng Yú covered his ears, helplessly saying: “…Can you two spare my dog ears?”
The red dot on the distant launch tower went out, and Yán Háo quickly descended to the rooftop, heading downstairs.
Zhou Rong forcefully held Sīnán in his embrace, sliding his palm under his clothes, and reaching into his collar.
Sīnán retaliated playfully: “Not bad lumbar and sacral muscles, Captain Zhou…”
“Hiss—” Zhou Rong lightning-fast grabbed his wrist: “Comrade Sīnán! Don’t get carried away!”
Sīnán lazily said: “Don’t be so sensitive…”
“You… I… I’m going to support Yán Háo.”
Wait here,” Zhou Rong hastily covered his buttocks with one hand and held his assault rifle, backing away and threatening: “Be good! You hear me! Be careful, or brother Rong will make you cry when he comes back!”
Sīnán responded by brazenly raising his middle finger.
Si Nan stared fixedly at the rooftop door. Just as Si Nan’s pupils were about to narrow, suddenly—bang!
The rooftop door burst open, and Zhou Rong and Yan Hao walked in, bringing a cold wind with them.
“You two took fifteen minutes to climb eight floors,” Si Nan tapped his military watch, teasing, “Tell me honestly, what were you doing in the stairwell? Comparing shooting skills?”
He was suddenly embraced by Zhou Rong, a hug unlike any before, so tight that Si Nan was momentarily speechless.
“Little Si Nan,” Zhou Rong’s voice was hoarse and unsteady, murmuring, “Brother Rong loves you, you know? You’re the one I love most in this life. It’s so good to have met you…”
Si Nan’s mouth curved slightly, about to respond, when he suddenly noticed Yan Hao standing nearby, covering his mouth and turning away.
For some reason, that movement gave Si Nan an uneasy feeling.
“Zhou Rong?” Si Nan asked softly, “Are you okay?”
Zhou Rong looked up with a slight smile.
“It’s nothing. Brother Rong is leaving… going to kill more zombies. Come on, quickly board the plane, let me look at you one more time.”
Ning Yu started the helicopter. Zhou Rong encircled Si Nan in his arms, pushing him towards the cockpit.
Si Nan tried to stop and say something, but Zhou Rong seemed oblivious, firmly pushing him to the cabin door.
“Go quickly!” Zhou Rong shouted, “Hurry! Time is tight!”
Si Nan stepped onto the cabin door, suddenly turning back, frowning at Zhou Rong.
“Go quickly, my good boy, Brother Rong is really leaving…”
“Aren’t you going to propose?” Si Nan suddenly asked.
Zhou Rong was stunned.
“You haven’t proposed to me yet,” Si Nan turned, his tone calm and puzzled, “Isn’t now the time? That’s how it goes in movies.”
Zhou Rong breathed rapidly, his hands hanging by his sides shaking violently.
“We’ll… we’ll propose at the port,” he finally forced himself to speak, “No ring now…”
“
Si Nan closed his eyes, then suddenly rushed forward, pushing Zhou Rong to the ground before he could react!
“Listen to me…”
“What’s wrong with you?!” Si Nan’s voice was taut, turning Zhou Rong’s face to check his chin and neck, forcibly rolling up his sleeves to check his wrists: “Were you bitten?!”
Zhou Rong frantically dodged: “No, absolutely not, what are you thinking?”
Before his words finished, Si Nan felt the warm liquid continuously flowing from his neck, lifting his trembling hand.
Yan Hao’s footsteps froze in place.
The helicopter’s light cast from behind, revealing the dark blood on Si Nan’s fingers.
“What’s happening…” Si Nan was shaking entirely, his gaze almost lost: “Why, how could you be bitten, how…”
“Not a bite…” Zhou Rong turned Si Nan’s face, looking desperate: “A glass shard with zombie blood, might not be infected, okay, be good, get on the plane…”
Si Nan was stunned for seconds, then immediately reached for the thin copper chain around his neck—carrying the antibody vial from the B military area.
“What are you doing!” Zhou Rong roared: “Yan Hao!”
Si Nan sat on Zhou Rong, with strength unbelievably inhuman, violently pulling the antibody vial from his neck, biting off the cap, about to inject the needle into Zhou Rong’s neck.
At that moment, his hand was empty—Yan Hao staggered forward, snatching the antibody.
“Give it back,” Si Nan’s voice trembled: “Give it back to me!”
Yan Hao’s eyes filled with tears, shaking his head and stepping back: “Sorry, Si Nan, I’m sorry…”
The wind carried a whimper as it swept across the roof, accompanied by the roars and footsteps of zombies echoing from the dark, empty building.
Sinan’s wrists were tightly twisted behind his back by Zhou Rong, who raised his chin and looked down at Yan Hao, slowly asking word by word: “How much is your life worth?”
Pale moonlight leaked through the dark clouds, casting a wan light on Yan Hao’s ashen face.
“Sinan, calm down, listen to me,” Zhou Rong’s voice was urgent as he whispered close to Sinan’s ear, pulling him back while trying to soothe him: “It was my idea, it has nothing to do with Yan Hao. Rong-ge definitely wasn’t infected, ah, be good, be good, little Sinan… Sinan!”
The tone suddenly changed. Zhou Rong felt a powerful force coming at him – Sinan had broken free from his restraints. In the blink of an eye, he twisted around and swept Zhou Rong off his feet with a lightning-fast leg sweep!
His movements were too swift. Zhou Rong quickly got up, but under Sinan’s aggressive close-quarter attacks, he could only retreat step by step. Yan Hao seized the opportunity to stand and step back, but before he could move far, he saw Sinan grab Zhou Rong’s arm and fling him over his shoulder to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yan Hao, stomping on his chest and using it as a springboard to launch himself. Yan Hao could only feel the wind rushing at his face. The battle-hardened special forces soldier didn’t even have time to react before being hit by a spinning back kick to the side of his head, immediately spurting blood and being thrown back!
The turn of events was sudden. Sinan had never truly fought these special forces soldiers before, but now he was like a wild leopard unleashing his ferocity, taking down the two of them in less than five seconds.
Ning Yu had just opened the helicopter door, shouting: “Wait—”
