Unexpectedly, Si Nan used the momentum to land, as if he had rehearsed this a million times, and embraced Zhou Rong, tackling him down!
The zombies’ decaying teeth landed on Si Nan’s nape, spine, and shoulder blades, with blood gushing out, sucked by countless rotting mouths.
Zhou Rong was furious, pushing Si Nan over, then felt warmth on his shoulder.
That was blood.
Si Nan coughed up blood, splashing on Zhou Rong.
“Damn!” Zhou Rong cursed, kicking away two zombies!
The heavy military boots broke their bones, but the gluttons were not deterred, still dragging their bodies to continue their flesh feast.
Everywhere the eye could see, shadows were everywhere.
Countless.
Zhou Rong coughed out several mouthfuls of blood, almost dragging Si Nan forward, but the zombies were like endless waves, never-ending.
Zhou Rong finally staggered and knelt on the ground, with figures swarming immediately. At that moment, he felt sharp teeth close to his exposed muscles, and realized he and Si Nan would be torn into chunks.
It’s over, this thought emerged from his being.
Whoosh—
Faster than the dead’s teeth were burning air currents.
Boom!
At the moment of the explosion, Zhou Rong’s pupils contracted, then heard the unmistakable roar in the night sky—a helicopter!
The massive helicopter approached rapidly, with strong light and whirlwind arriving simultaneously.
Zhou Rong almost instinctively roared: “Get down—!!”
Yan Hao and Ning Yu simultaneously crouched and covered their heads. Zhou Rong protected Si Nan at the risk of his life. Immediately after, the airborne machine gun erupted, bullets like a rainstorm sweeping across the rooftop, turning hundreds of zombies into meat paste!
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—
The rain of bullets was so intense that no one could lift their head. After more than ten seconds of crazy ammunition discharge, the mounted heavy machine gun suddenly stopped.
Immediately, the cabin door opened, dropping a rope ladder, with more than ten fully armed soldiers quickly jumping down. The leading officer strode forward:
“Group 2 and 3, heavy firepower ready! Front door support!”
“Group 1, land and standby, check the scene!”
On the rooftop, the officer’s footsteps suddenly stopped, looking around and shouting: “Who sent the positioning signal? Are there members of the 118th Special Forces here?!”
Military flashlights swept around, with voices approaching. Zhou Rong gasped, holding the blood-covered Si Nan, trembling fingers checking his breath.
“Colonel!” a soldier called out: “Here!”
Nearby, someone helped Yan Hao up, and several people pulled Ning Yu from behind the collapsed wall.
The officer crouched down, seemingly examining something curious: “…118th Division, 6th Squadron, Second Lieutenant Zhou Rong?”
Zhou Rong’s consciousness was actually very blurry; he had lost too much blood, seeing double, unable to clearly see the officer’s appearance.
“…This… this person,” he pointed at Si Nan in his arms, each word extremely unclear and barely audible: “This person has serum antibodies, you must save him, quickly… save him…”
The officer, angry and helpless, pointed at himself: “South China Rescue Squadron Colonel, Tang Hao.”
Then he crossed his arms, coldly questioning: “You’re already infected, and you’re sending a distress signal?”
Zhou Rong exhaled a hot breath, like a cornered wolf king. Amid others’ attempts to stop him, he grabbed Tang Hao’s military uniform collar with a blood-stained fist: “Didn’t you hear what I said? This person has antibodies in his serum!”
Under the illumination of several flashlights, Si Nan’s eyes were tightly closed, with his exposed skin bitten and bloody.
“Antibodies! Damn it!!” Zhou Rong roared hoarsely into Tang Hao’s face: “Save him, quickly!!”
Tang Hao glanced along Zhou Rong’s finger, his gaze falling on Si Nan’s unconscious face, suddenly freezing as if struck by high-voltage electricity.
He recognized this Omega’s face.
“How…” Tang Hao could hardly believe it: “What is going on?”
★ Chapter 64
Half an hour later, inside the military helicopter.
“Civilians have been evacuated to the dock, headquarters has been notified to dispatch ships for rescue, and 118 secret special forces soldiers have been rescued, three in total, belonging to the sixth squadron, their names are…”
“I know,” Tang Hao interrupted the report in his earpiece, glancing back. In the dim cabin, a robust side profile was sitting on the floor, cradling someone’s head.
He let out a cold laugh: “I have two 118s here too, and even a major.”
Tang Hao removed his earpiece, signaled the pilot to continue, and walked towards the cabin during the aircraft’s slight turbulence.
Zhou Rong leaned against the cabin wall, slightly closing his eyes to rest. His dense eyebrows and straight nose cast a shadow in the light, with muscle contours visible beneath the blood-stained military shirt.
Si Nan in his arms had been emergency treated, breathing oxygen in a daze. The military doctor was pushing the last drop of medication through the needle, and stood at attention when Tang Hao approached.
“What is this?”
“A sedative with inhibitory effects. Otherwise, with excessive bleeding, we’re worried the Omega’s pheromones might cause soldier unrest.”
Tang Hao nodded, indicating the medical officer could leave.
“How’s the situation?” Zhou Rong opened his eyes, asking in a hoarse voice.
Tang Hao retracted his foot that was about to kick Zhou Rong, looking down: “This is beyond your authorization, Major.”
Zhou Rong unexpectedly didn’t mind: “How are my people?”
Tang Hao clicked his tongue, lifted his pant leg, and crouched to directly meet Zhou Rong’s bloodshot eyes.
“I’m asking about your 118 people,” he asked as if genuinely interested: “Why are they all as tough as cockroaches?”
Zhou Rong said flatly: “Because those not tough enough are already dead. I have one team member’s ashes in my bag, who sacrificed themselves when infiltrating the B Military District underground laboratory. Want to see?”
Tang Hao was instantly moved: “You went to the B Military District underground laboratory?!”
Zhou Rong lazily raised half an eyebrow.
“What did you discover? Why did the B Military District fall? Did you find any materials?!”
“This is beyond your authority,” Zhou Rong said, “Lieutenant Colonel.”
Tang Hao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes after three seconds: “Let’s make a deal, Captain Zhou. You answer one of my questions, I’ll answer one of yours. Fair trade, do you accept?”
Zhou Rong looked at him with interest.
“The survivor base’s city defense was breached by zombies. Fortunately, our armed helicopter arrived in time, providing high-firepower cover to help most people evacuate. Naval ships will soon arrive at the port to pick up survivors. We can’t count the survivors yet, but your three team members – Yang Chuncao, Guo Weixiang, and Ding Shi – have been rescued and are on another aircraft.”
Suddenly, a tired voice came from the side: “What about Chen Yajing?”
Ning Yu turned his back to them. Tang Hao studied him for a moment, finding him slightly familiar, as if he had seen him on an important rescue target list within the military. After the intense battle, everyone looked like ghosts, and the cabin was dark, making it hard to discern details.
Tang Hao withdrew his gaze and raised his chin: “Your turn, Captain Zhou.”
Zhou Rong looked puzzled: “My turn for what?”
“…to answer a question.”
“What question?”
Tang Hao took a deep breath again: “What did you see in the fallen underground military district? What did you find? Did you discover any materials or research results?
