When the apocalypse came, the densely populated city suddenly turned into hell. Both sides of the street were full of crashed cars, rolling smoke and flames. The living dead wandered back and forth, and corpses were scattered all over the road.
The door of the store was open, broken glass was everywhere, the shelves were swept by a tornado, and the walls were full of blood and black and red handprints.
Someone was lying on the ground in front of him, his hands and feet were still twitching reflexively, but his body had long been pierced through. A few zombies surrounded him, biting the flesh of his arms and thighs, and swallowing the internal organs. Blood flowed all over the ground.
The silver Camry passed by as fast as lightning. The zombies smelled the scent of a living person, and just as they staggered up to chase after it, the car had already left.
The young man looked at the rearview mirror. On the top of the prison building in the distance, a military helicopter was whistling through the air, flying over the devastated city and towards the distant horizon where black smoke billowed.
He retracted his gaze and slightly adjusted the rearview mirror. Then he saw something in the mirror, and his movements paused.
It was a pair of muddy gray eyes.
She quietly stood behind him.
The young man stepped on the brake and turned around in the harsh screeching sound. He saw a little girl in the blind spot of the back seat, curled up quietly by the seat belt. She was probably two or three years old, not much bigger than a cat. Her hair was combed into little braids, and she was holding a doll.
Her face was completely black, and her mouth opened and closed. Purplish red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth to her neck. She stared straight at the young man, and beside her was a woman's bag that was spilled with blood.
The young man gently closed his eyes.
He could imagine what the scene was like. The husband didn't want to give up his infected wife and daughter, so he drove away from the city, looking for help along the way. In the end, he was bitten to death in the driver's seat, and then the zombified wife opened the back door and escaped.
He opened his eyes and aimed the gun between the zombie girl's eyebrows, but his index finger couldn't pull the trigger.
The zombies on the street crowded around the car, numbly slapping the car window, making muffled sounds. After a while, the young man lowered the muzzle, reached out and grabbed the little girl's neck, and twisted it. The body hung limply on the back seat.
He didn't throw the little zombie out of the car. After looking at her for a moment without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.
One kilometer ahead, next to the parking building, the yellow sign of the pharmacy was very eye-catching in the smoke.
At the same time, on the second floor of the parking lot.
There were more than a dozen cars full of bullet holes parked in the spacious space. Dead bodies and severed limbs were strewn all over the ground, and sirens were ringing one after another. After the fierce battle, the smell of bullets and rotting flesh mixed together, strongly stimulating everyone's nerves.
"We are surrounded by zombies." Yan Hao took off the binoculars and said in a hoarse voice, "The back alley is a dead end, and the front door is blocked by zombies. I estimate that there are hundreds of them. The adjacent buildings are a hospital, a school, a supermarket, and a pharmacy. It's a Level 1 Red Danger Zone. We can't cross it with the grappling hook, and we're about to run out of ammunition. "
Beside a biochemical armored vehicle, a few team members were quickly arranging their equipment. When they heard this, they turned to look at a certain silhouette in unison.
The harsh long-term training prevented them from losing control of their emotions immediately, but there was no mistaking the despair that flowed faintly in the silence. In the stifling air, the howls and knocks on the door from downstairs became even clearer.
"Captain …" Yan Hao said in a low voice.
Zhou Rong leaned against the blood-stained wall and raised his head in the center of everyone's attention. He didn't say anything, but threw out a cold light. At the same time, twenty steps away, a zombie hiding behind a cement pillar was hit in the skull by a knife. The knife went deep into the zombie's skull, and it fell down with a thud.
"Pack up your equipment and prepare to break out."
Zhou Rong stood up and walked not far away. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black protective suit. His expression couldn't be seen clearly in the backlight, but his voice was deep and cold. One of the team members seemed to realize something. Huoran stood up, "Brother Rong! Where are you going?! "
Zhou Rong found an Audi sports car with half of its body full of bullet holes. Under everyone's gaze, he smashed the front window with a punch, took out the spare key from the storage box, opened the door, and sat inside.
"I'm going to lead the zombies in front to the back door. After breaking out, you guys drive to the southeast direction. The target shelter is under the city center 30 kilometers away."
He ignited the ignition and lifted the handbrake. The sports car that was full of holes roared, "Once I get out, I'll rush to meet you guys. If I don't come back before you guys arrive, Yan Hao will take over the captain's role and send a positioning signal to the base."
"Captain!" Yan Hao roared in an instant. Several team members stood up at the same time, unable to accept it, "No, Brother Rong!" "Stop!"
Zhou Rong stuck his head out of the car window and narrowed his sharp and beautiful eyes, "Hmm?"
When Zhou Rong wasn't smiling, the combination of his facial features had a kind of cold, unruly, and intimidating aura. Even the angle of each eyebrow and the slightly narrowed pupils silently showed the fact that "this person is very difficult to deal with." It was obvious that it was enough to make the audience completely ignore his handsome appearance.
The obscenity accumulated over the years made the team members choke at the same time reflexively. Yan Hao lost control and took a few steps forward. When he was about to say something, Zhou Rong stretched out his hand and pointed at him. The meaning of the command that couldn't be resisted was very strong, and it made him stop abruptly.
Then Zhou Rong laughed. When he laughed, the evil aura disappeared. The corners of his mouth curved up, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly. Instead, there was a kind of improper yuppie charm.
"Stop being such a sissy, you guys." He pointed at the faces of his team members one by one and laughed, "Wait for Brother Rong to meet us at the shelter. Get out."
The team members grasped their submachine guns tightly and looked at each other. Their eyes were filled with despair.
The sports car turned on its lights and retreated, rolling over the zombies on the ground.
"Wait … wait, captain!"
Yan Hao stared out of the window and suddenly saw something. He couldn't believe it, "Someone … someone is coming!"
At the front door of the parking lot, countless zombies were mechanically pounding on the door. On the road behind them, a silver Camry abruptly stopped and immediately reversed back and rolled down the window.
"…"
Were there survivors in the parking lot?
The young man looked at the eight-story building. Every window that he could see was fragmented and scattered with blood. He couldn't see the situation inside at all. Only a window on the second floor directly facing the road could vaguely see someone lying on top of it. Maybe it was the people who fled into the building in panic.
The electronic control gate of the parking lot itself had been blocked, but under the endless pounding of the zombies, the hollow iron gate had a horrible curve. It was only a matter of time before it broke through.
The young man's eyebrows slightly twisted, and his heart was slightly hesitant.
He looked at the pharmacy not far away. There were only a few zombie boys, wearing junior high school uniforms, limping and wandering aimlessly. They should have run out of the nearby school after the infection outbreak.
Although he temporarily lost his memory due to overstimulation, head trauma, or other reasons, he still had basic common sense. He needed the pheromone pressure agent to disguise himself as Beta. Now that the survivors had attracted a large number of zombies away, it was completely feasible to rush into the pharmacy in one go.
But the fragile electronic control gate shouldn't last for more than a few minutes.
And what if after he ran into the pharmacy, the tide of zombies followed him in?
The young man took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on a motorcycle that had hit a tree 20 meters away. After silently counting three seconds, he pushed the door open.
The roar of the motorcycle suddenly resounded through the street, like a horn announcing the start of a meal.
On the second floor of the parking lot, Yan Hao's voice was very light and full of surprise, "This person …"
"He … he is helping us to lead the tide of zombies away …?"
Zhou Rong strode closer and took the binoculars to look at the street. At the focal point of the camera, the young man straddled a motorcycle. His face and neck were tightly covered by a helmet, his leather jacket was pulled up to his chin, and the motorcycle's tail pipe spewed out exhaust gas with a low starting sound.
More and more zombies were attracted by the sound. They stopped pounding on the door, turned around, and rushed to the motorcycle in groups.
Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters …
When the zombies on the road almost crowded to the front of the motorcycle, the number of zombies in front of the parking lot was finally reduced to less than 30. The motorcycle driver raised his left arm and made a gesture to the top.
Ready — —
"Yan Hao, go and drive!" Zhou Rong suddenly threw the binoculars, set up the starting gun, and aimed. He shouted, "Get on, everyone get on and prepare to break out!"
Several gunshots sounded, and bullets shattered the glass window. In the distant tide of zombies, several heads closest to the motorcycle exploded.
That seemed to be the signal to start the operation. In the same second, the motorcycle started and rushed out roaring!
"Go, go, go, go!" "Hurry!"
The team members quickly jumped on the armored vehicle. Yan Hao quickly turned the steering wheel with one hand and removed his magazine with the other hand and threw it out the window. Zhou Rong didn't even turn his head as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He grabbed the magazine, clicked it, put the gun barrel on the window sill, and poured out the ammunition!
In the rain of bullets, the motorcycle rushed out of the tide of zombies at high speed. Countless zombies were crushed into rotten meat, and then rushed to the intersection.
The zombies staggered behind. Looking from a high place, even the zombies in the nearby streets heard the sound and moved. More and more zombies gathered and gradually formed a spectacular long line.
Broken hands and broken legs, bleeding from the seven orifices, dead with their eyes open … The dense tide of zombies made people's hair stand on end. However, in a moment of life and death, no one cared about fear. The motorcycle driver suddenly turned around at the intersection and rushed into the Southeast Street!
With a loud bang, the gate of the parking lot finally slowly rose. The biochemical vehicle crushed several zombies that didn't have time to dodge under the tires.
"Captain — —" Yan Hao shouted.
On the second floor, Zhou Rongyi put his hand on the window sill and jumped down. "Boom!" He landed heavily on the roof of the car.
Five hundred meters away, at the other end of the intersection.
The motorcycle swerved and changed lanes, and then the body suddenly stopped.
There was another tide of zombies in front of them, and they were rushing to get in front!
Zhou Rong's long-range sniper cover stopped, and the zombies separated from the front and back to block the motorcycle. The scene suddenly became spectacular. The young man's eyes glanced from the helmet to the rearview mirror. The street behind him diverged into a fork, leading to the East Street.
His fingers on the handlebars clenched, and blue veins popped out. Then he calmed down. He took a deep breath and turned the motorcycle around — —
"Roar — —"
The motorcycle crossed the road like a meteor, almost touching the sharp teeth of the zombies on the side, rushing to the fork. The motorcycle flew over, and brazenly smashed the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the bookstore on the corner of the street. It came out from the other side, and fell to the ground with a sky full of glass!
The two male zombies in front of him were hit in the chest, and half rotten internal organs burst out on the ground. The third zombie reached out to grab the handlebars, and just as it opened its mouth, a bullet suddenly whistled, and its brain exploded into the sky.
The young man looked up.
— — Two hundred meters away, a silver-gray armored vehicle was rampaging. Zhou Rong was lying on the roof of the vehicle with a rifle. He narrowed one of his eyes, and his thin lips slightly hooked up, as if he was greeting him from a distance.
Then the next bullet grazed his helmet, and the skull of a zombie aunt on the side of the motorcycle was lifted up.
"East Street corner, ten meters behind the bookstore, two o 'clock, prepare to rescue."
Zhou Rong's voice came from the headset. Yan Hao nodded and glanced at the satellite road map, "Not good."
"What's wrong?"
Yan Hao stepped on the accelerator, "East Street is a dead end."
The armored vehicle roared as it accelerated, but it was too late. Zhou Rong's eyebrows jumped, and he saw the motorcycle start, breaking through the zombies' encirclement, and rushing to the East Street!
"Detour to help! Search for the best route! "Zhou Rong shouted in the flying bullet shells," Prepare to turn around! "
In the driver's seat, the route on the GPS screen changed, and Yan Hao turned the steering wheel.
At the same time, in the East Street, the motorcycle driver bent down to the limit, and rushed through the mountain of corpses, and immediately a row of black oil pressure roadblocks appeared in front of them!
At this time, the motorcycle's speed had reached a terrifying 200 km/h, and the roadblocks were only three hundred meters away, so they could reach it in less than six seconds.
What was the concept of six seconds?
— — There was no way to turn around, and there were zombies on both sides of the road. Once they collided with the roadblocks, the motorcycle would be destroyed and the passengers would die.
The motorcycle driver's pupils shrank until they were like needles. At the same time, the needle in the dashboard shook violently, and hit the bottom line, and the tail pipe was like a furious demon beast roaring.
"He wants to rush …" Yan Hao whispered.
Like the staff of Moses that split the sea, the motorcycle emerged from the layers of zombies, and rushed to the roadblocks in an instant — —
Time froze, and even the sound of the wind stopped.
In mid-air, the motorcycle flipped 360 degrees, and drew a fiery arc.
Zhou Rong threw out the grappling hook, "Catch — —"
In the wind, the young man stretched out his arm, and the grappling hook accurately wrapped around his wrist. Immediately, his body stepped off the motorcycle, and flew toward Zhou Rong.
The heavy motorcycle spun wildly, and plunged into the sea of zombies, and then made an earth-shattering explosion!
Bang! With a loud bang, the young man fell head first onto the roof of the armored vehicle. Under the inertia, he rolled towards the edge of the vehicle. Zhou Rong grabbed him by the waist and kicked off the roof of the vehicle. The two of them fell into the vehicle at the same time with a loud bang.
"Brother Rong!" "Captain!"
The team members rushed forward, and hurriedly helped the two people up. Even Yan Hao, who was in the driver's seat, set the autopilot, signaled his teammates to take over, and hurriedly got into the back of the carriage from the driver's seat, "Captain, are you okay?"
"Hiss …" Zhou Rong grimaced and got up, "My old waist …"
Behind him, the young man avoided the hands that were supporting him, and retreated to the corner to straighten up.
Through the motorcycle helmet, he looked at the people in front of him without saying a word.
This is a special force, he thought.
But unexpectedly, this group of strong and burly team members were all beta. In the limited space of the carriage, there was not a trace of alpha pheromone that was extremely invasive.
"Here." Yan Hao kindly handed over a bottle of water, "Thank you."
The carriage gradually quieted down, and under everyone's gaze, the young man neither spoke nor made any gesture of raising his hand.
"…" Yan Hao gestured again, "This is for you."
Yan Hao had the kind of appearance that if he did not join the army, he could easily apply for the film academy. He was about the same height as Zhou Rong, with broad shoulders and long legs, beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes, and a ruby stud on his left ear that shone faintly. He had the temperament of the melancholy male lead in a campus romance drama.
So many years of strict and perverted training did not leave any trace on his white skin, and it could be said that he was born with a natural beauty.
However, the motorcyclist in front of him did not appreciate it, and could even be described as indifferent or alert.
"Brother …" Just as another team member opened his mouth, the motorcyclist finally moved.
He ignored the bottle of water, reached out to remove Yan Hao's automatic rifle, and put it on his right shoulder.
"Hey, you —"
Zhou Rong drank the water, turned around, stopped the team member, and grinned at the young man, "Brother, what's your name?"
The young man did not speak.
"Want to eat something?"
No response.
The atmosphere in the carriage gradually changed, and in the narrow space, some kind of tension gradually grew in the silence.
Zhou Rong touched his chin and looked up and down at the young man. His whole body was wrapped in a tight motorcycle jacket and dark jeans, and his face was completely covered by the helmet. His whole body was covered with the smell of rolling in a pile of zombies, and he looked very embarrassed.
But his body was thin and neat, and his alert posture was like a knife.
A cold light, half unsheathed military knife.
"Friend," Zhou Rong ignored him, smiled and asked, "Where are you going, can I give you a ride?"
After more than ten seconds, except for the long and short breaths in the carriage, there was only the vague wailing of zombies outside the steel plate.
"… Back to the parking lot." In the almost suffocating atmosphere, the young man finally opened his mouth, his voice was dry and hoarse,
"To the pharmacy."
Zhou Rong nodded very kindly, turned around to the driver's seat, and patted the driver's shoulder, "Back to the parking lot on Southeast Street."
Then he leaned down, and whispered in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "Find a place to stop, I'm going to see what he's doing in the pharmacy."
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