The metal door closed silently behind Zheng Xie. Three seconds later, Zhou Rong’s gaze slowly moved to Si Nan’s sleeping face, and he raised two fingers to pinch his nose.
“…”
Si Nan: “About to have a nosebleed.”
Zhou Rong, poised to criticize Si Nan’s recklessness, saw two streams of blood flow from his nose.
“You even predict it?” Zhou Rong was between laughter and tears, quickly grabbing a cold towel: “Okay! Don’t move! Be careful not to spit it out!
After the chaos, Ning Yu dismissed the research staff who had come to inquire, personally inserted an IV for Si Nan, then closed the door from the outside, leaving only the weak Si Nan and Zhou Rong in the observation room.
Zhou Rong sat on the edge of the bed, holding Si Nan’s upper body in his arms, murmuring: “Why could they still survive? Even if they didn’t bleed too much, they should have been torn apart by zombies. Could Rommel also have a serum?”
Si Nan had bandages wrapped around his head, his black hair messy, making his face look even paler. He half-closed his eyes and said flatly: “White Eagle Base had been conducting vaccine research for a long time.”
Zhou Rong asked: “Also using your serum?”
“Forgotten,” Si Nan said. “But the research was never successful, otherwise the zombie virus wouldn’t have first broken out in Florida. Rommel has a very high status in White Eagle, maybe it has something to do with his healing ability.”
Zhou Rong frowned silently, suddenly feeling something move in his heart, remembering something.
Si Nan asked: “What?”
“That year at the international competition…”
Zhou Rong was unusually distracted.
If he had to describe it with one word, it would be – pure.
“After it ended, I went to look for you… cough, not to settle scores. I just heard you had surgery and wanted to visit. I walked to the outside of the hospital room and saw an Alpha inside…”
“Who bit me on the back of the neck,” Si Nan teased. “You’ve already told me this story once, Brother Rong.”
Zhou Rong made a sound and his handsome face blushed slightly.
Si Nan said: “It was Rommel.”
Zhou Rong’s Alpha possessiveness was immediately activated, asking jealously: “Why did he bite you? Does he bite his brother at home just to vent? How many times has he bitten you?”
“Just that once.”
“Once?!”
“I’m an amnesiac, Brother Rong,” Si Nan smiled. “My memory starts in the T City underground warehouse, where an Alpha special forces soldier asked me if I wanted to hook up, not during work hours, but could consider it after returning to base…”
Zhou Rong: “………………”
“Instead of remembering Rommel, I’m more interested in this Alpha special forces soldier’s love history. Let’s talk about his passionate military school life. Oh, right, asking Yan Hao and the others would be very informative…”
Zhou Rong blurted out: “No!”
Si Nan lay down, Zhou Rong sat, one high and one low, they looked at each other for a moment.
Si Nan said gracefully: “It’s fine, in the military, I understand.”
Zhou Rong blushed and stood up to leave.
“Brother Rong?” Si Nan’s voice, barely suppressing laughter, came from behind: “What does ‘no’ mean?”
Zhou Rong opened the door and fled, and Ning Yu, who was eavesdropping behind the door, was caught off guard and almost fell over.
“I’ll go… I’ll go to the Military Commission to deal with my cheap brother-in-law, I’ll be back soon.” Zhou Rong hurriedly moved aside and ran away.
A defector from Country A carrying important materials attempted to contact our country, with the code name Z. Agent 118 was sent to protect him, but due to a plane crash after a virus outbreak, his whereabouts became unknown, and the top-secret materials were lost.
As the sixth squadron executing the mission, we encountered Sinan in City T and discovered that he had lost his memory for unknown reasons. However, his behavioral characteristics and antibody carrier status highly match our target Z. Therefore, we have sufficient reason to suspect that Sinan is the person who originally carried critical intelligence and actively sought to meet with our military.
General Zheng was about to speak when Romuel interjected mockingly, “So what?”
“Nothing,” Zhou Rong said seriously.
“I just want to tell you that our military has a regulation: we will not use any proactively seeking refugee for political exchange, thank you.”
General Zheng: “…”
The elderly General Zheng finally understood Zhou Rong’s meaning, simultaneously laughing and crying, covering his eyes.
“You can’t possibly develop a vaccine using Noah Chong!” Romuel’s composed negotiation stance finally crumbled, impatiently saying, “The antibodies he carries are not applicable to the vast majority of people. Haven’t your military research institute figured out such an obvious fact?”
Jin Hua coughed, and once the leaders’ attention focused on her, she delicately said, “According to scientific reports, our research institute currently believes that Sinan’s serum still has potential.”
Zhou Rong slightly narrowed his eyes, seeming somewhat puzzled. General Zheng quietly explained, “Jin Hua, as a colonel, is responsible for communication between the military and research institute, and now manages the research department’s daily affairs.”
Zhou Rong silently nodded.
Romuel countered, “If he’s truly useful, why did the Pandora virus still break out in Florida?”
Jin Hua immediately retorted, “So you’re finally admitting that the zombie virus escaped from your country’s laboratory, Mr. Romuel?”
The female colonel’s challenge was sharp and precise, but Romuel couldn’t be bothered to respond: “Lethal infectious viruses would be contained within coastal areas.”
Only simultaneous outbreaks across continents could enable global transmission. Our country just happened to be slightly ahead, thanks to Dr. Elisa Feldman.”
Jin Hua said, “If you hadn’t been that fatal step ahead…”
“Human greed for life is the true reason leading humanity towards doomsday,” Romuel said politely. “But now, I don’t want to engage in any ethical debates, madam. Our country is willing to exchange the already cultivated secondary antibodies for Noah Chong. Will you accept the trade? Please give me an immediate response.”
Everyone looked at each other, and Jin Hua was momentarily speechless.
Zhou Rong played with a metal lighter, its cover making a crisp opening and closing sound, and after a while, said indifferently, “No.”
Romuel completely ignored him: “The secondary antibodies can not only quickly cure virus infections but also possess Noah Chong’s most important rapid body healing capabilities. Holding him captive serves no purpose.”
The leaders exchanged glances. Only Jin Hua, after careful consideration, said solemnly, “But according to the research institute’s report, we believe it’s not impossible to develop a universal vaccine for all civilians…”
Romuel slightly sneered while holding a cigarette.
If judging by appearances, his background, good upbringing, and military service were indeed attractive—provided one ignored the mockery in his eyes: “May I ask who submitted this report?”
Jin Hua remained silent.
“Ten years ago, a scientist named Ning Yu from the White Eagle Base laboratory went missing. Indications suggested he likely escaped back to his home country. Although the White Eagle Base updated all supervision measures afterward, the pursuit of Dr. Ning Yu was never successful. We once concluded he was dead.”
Leaning forward slightly, Romuel pointed at the report under Jin Hua’s hand and smiled: “If this document was submitted by Ning Yu, please don’t believe a single word. The White Eagle Base has hundreds of top-tier scientists like Ning Yu. If the so-called ultimate vaccine truly existed, they would have mass-produced it ten years ago, selling it alongside Coca-Cola and condoms.”
