Undead: 44.Chapter 44

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"Sinan," Zhou Rong tremblingly said, and immediately saw Abbas dragging along with pain, trying his best to reach for the gun, and immediately shouted: "Run! Run!"

——He is controlling Romuel, and he doesn’t have a gun in his hand. The top priority is to let Sinan run fast. Even if he is to find him in the crisis-ridden city for three days and three nights, he cannot let Sinan stand in a daze. Was shot to death here!

But Sinan stared straight at Zhou Rong, as if he didn't know him, neither running nor moving.

"...It's you," suddenly Romuel gritted his teeth.

Zhou Rong frowned, Romuel got up and knocked him over with a fist. The two rolled and wrestled on the ground, fists to the flesh, almost every time they rushed to each other's fatal point, and suddenly they became immortal. situation.

"Damn it, why are you again!" Romuel roared, grabbing Zhou Rong's throat with a palm!

Romuel’s skills are the same as Sinan, treacherous, fast, and heavy-handed, but as an alpha muscle, he is much stronger than Sinan, and it can be seen that it is not of the same order of magnitude as that of the woman and the strong man. Beyond Zhou Rong's expectations.

Zhou Rong's palms clamped Romuel's hand that was squeezing his neck, and he twisted sharply. At the same time, he bent his knees and kicked, kicking Romuel out of the waist--

Zhou Rong’s waist and leg strength were half a ton. Romuel flew out more than ten meters in the air, crashing into a brick wall, and immediately spouting blood!

Boom boom boom!

The gunshots in his ears exploded, and Zhou Rong's blood was cold in an instant. He couldn't take care of Romuel, who was vomiting blood, rolling on the spot, picking up the gun, and his eyebrows jumped wildly.

I saw that Sinan didn't even run, but fought with Abbas. Compared with this alpha, who is more than two meters tall, Sinan is like a thin boy, but when he is in a state of confusion, he unexpectedly burst out with unimaginable extreme power, pulling Abbas’s gun hand and pulling the trigger. Shuttle bullets poured out, smashing the glass window into pieces, and the branches shook violently.

The female alpha screamed while hiding behind the wall, struggling to reach out her gun, and aimed at Sinan.

The point she exposed behind the wall was really just a sniper target not much bigger than a fly, but Zhou Rong's precise and swift bullet hit her wrist, and she cried out in pain!

Only the last bullet left, Zhou Rong clearly realized.

He aimed at Abbas, but Sinan's furious figure always flashed through the scope. Zhou Rong did not dare to pull the trigger for a long time. Suddenly, a strong wind hit behind his head, and he dodged to avoid it.

It's Romuel!

Zhou Rong yelled at your ancestor, and when he fell, he pulled the trigger in the air.

The last bullet leaped away, passing through the barrage formed by ak47 so beautifully, penetrating Romuel's abdomen like fangs, bringing out a bloodline!

Romuel staggered and fell over his gunshot wound.

Zhou Rong roared: "Si Nan!"

As soon as the violent gunfire stopped, Sinan forcibly emptied the assault gun in Abbas's hand. The latter kicked him to the ground, Haiwan's big fist hit Sinan with blood and foam. Before the second punch, Zhou Rong had arrived, pulled Abbas by his hair and knocked him to the ground. !

The strong man roared wildly, holding his head and struggling, but Zhou Rong didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe. The hammering of the phalanx like steel cannonballs broke Abbas's nose bone in the first blow, shattered his teeth in the second, and collapsed his sternum in the third punch!

Zhou Rong got up and kicked Abbas over, his handsome face was full of fierceness, and his eyes were **** like a wolf king.

He exhaled, tried his best to adjust his facial expression, and turned around.

Si Nan had already got up and stepped back for several steps, standing with his back close to the courtyard wall, his body seemed to be slightly arched--Zhou Rong recognized that at a glance.

It's not because I was beaten and injured after a long fast, which caused my inability to stand upright.

It was the trapped beast that was full of vigilance and hatred before he exhausted his last attack.

Zhou Rong slowly shook his head, spread his hand, motioned him to look at his empty palm: "Si Nan."

Si Nan remained silent and narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

"Come here, Sinan, I won't hurt you." Zhou Rong stepped forward and trembled: "Brother Rong didn't abandon you. Look, I will pick you up."

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The zombie took a step forward, Sinan thought.

He tried his best to close his eyes and open them again. The intense madness caused by the overdose of confessionals strangled the central nervous system, forming a scene of strange scenes before his eyes.

——He seemed to be back when he was very young, in a simulated special training scene, and could not get out without killing all the zombies.

The zombies behind the wall, the zombies on the ground, and the zombies in the ruins in the distance, are also zombies who opened their hands to him in a vague face.

Kill them all, and the voice in his mind urged more urgently, making him a dilapidated headache.

Kill them all, or you will be shocked.

Kill them all.

Suddenly there was a low smile mixed with coughing behind him: "No...it's useless, look at him like that..."

"When he loses control, no one recognizes it. In his eyes, we are all zombies...Understand?" Romuel leaned over the ruins of the brick wall, intermittently mocking: "The brain's conditioned reflex under severe stimulation Sexual fantasies. Even if his mother comes, it is useless, he will only hang everyone...all zombies, cough cough cough..."

Zhou Rong roared: "What did you do to him?!"

Romuel did not answer, changed his sitting position, and exhaled his blood with difficulty: "Your last name is Zhou, isn't it?"

"...Who are you?" Zhou Rong narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Romuel didn't answer, he turned to Sinan and smiled maliciously.

"I can't help myself." He coughed and smiled: "Go over, in his eyes you are the most dangerous zombie here... He will hang you by himself. If you don't believe it, just go and try."

Si Nan panted and backed back, but he had already squeezed to the corner of the wall, and any further backing could only make his back squeeze the wall tighter.

It hurts, he murmured to himself.

...I really hurt.

Extreme hunger has turned into pain to tear the internal organs, and the pain caused by electric shocks and beatings is like thousands of needles, torturing every nerve in his body.

However, he has been heard countless times since he was a child, but the cold and ruthless voice of the electronic synthesis has not let him go, like a tarsal maggot, horrible electric light spurted from each bone, whipping him. Battered all over.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill them all.

Otherwise, I will punish you.

Kill them all.

……

Si Nan's chest made a sharp hiss like a leak and tried to cover his ears, but to no avail.

The zombie not far away took another step forward, as if shouting something to come up and eat him.

But it really hurts me, Sinan thought vaguely.

Please...I really can’t move...

"... Division... South..."

"Si Nan..."

Another voice rang out from my subconscious mind. It was close to my ears, and then it was far away in the sky, the ethereal and misty passing by the wind. Before he knew it, Zhong Sinan put down his hands, his mind was completely blank, and stood still.

The zombie who can't see his face has walked in front of him.

"... Brother Rong is coming... to pick you up... Sinan..."

Si Nan shook his head, not knowing what that meant.

He became confused in his consciousness and exhausted his last strength to push the zombie away. While struggling, his elbow on the back of his head slammed into the concrete wall behind him, his bones made a chilling noise, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

Any pain, not even a hint of feeling.

——As if at the last moment of this riddled body, destiny is finally willing to give a little kindness to relieve part of the piercing pain.

Si Nan knelt down and moved back with great effort, knowing how embarrassed he looked at the moment.

But the zombies surrounding him would not let him go, grabbed his shoulders, and lowered his head.

Sinan knew he was going to be bitten in a daze. He will be torn alive by rotten sharp teeth, watching his skin spatter, blood splashing, tendons and blood vessels to be ripped apart like rotten meat, and he can even see his blood-red bone marrow burst out of the fracture.

He will be electrocuted next, or he will die.

He will skim over the collapsed spire of the church and ascend to a paradise where there will never be hunger, loneliness, and pain under the gloomy sky.

Si Nan convulsed all over, curled up, and the zombies had reached his ears. However, the warmth and cold of the blood flowing out of the body did not come in the expectation. In the confusion of consciousness, the vacant voice gradually became clear:

"Look at...Look at me..."

"Si Xiaonan, don't you know Brother Rong?..."

Brother Rong.

All things in Sinan's eyes are ghosts. The mutated and distorted lines and the chaotic black shadows switch between each other, just like heroes|stimulating the brainstem center, turning everything into a beating light spot.

However, in the dying hustle and bustle, something gradually became clear as if it were falling out of water.

Brother Rong.

Zhou Rong.

"... Brother Rong didn't leave you behind..."

"Look at me..."

——Si Nan felt his hands hot in the misty time.

It was as if a hot drop of water hit his palm, causing him to shrink in pain.

"...Brother Rong is here to pick you up, look at our company Xiaonan..."

In the quiet night of the jungle, the bonfire was burning and shimmering, and someone whispered in his ear: "Call Brother Rong, I will save you as far as I can."

"My name is Zhou Rong, a soldier and a soldier."

"Si-Xiao-Nan -! Brother Rong is here to pick you up!"

"I'm sorry, Brother Rong shouldn't yell at you...Hey, I brought you chocolate."

Countless scenes and images are in my mind one after another, circling down like a heavy snow, gently smoothing the mental world of madness and twitching.

Si Nan panted exhaustedly, his eyes scattered blankly, watching the "zombie" kneeling before him.

The two are so close to each other, close enough to see each other's faces.

"..." Sinan whispered: "Brother Rong."

He didn't know what he was talking about, nor could he recognize the tearful familiar face in front of him.

But from this short two-word syllable, he got a kind of warm and powerful comfort, and the power to calm down.

"Brother Rong," he repeated in a low voice.

In all the incredible gazes, Sinan stretched out his hand, fully revealing his soft and undefended palm, and Zhou Rong held it tightly in his hand.

The next moment Sinan buried his head, as if hiding in a safe cave in his dream, his bruised body snuggled into Zhou Rong's arms.

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Romuel's pupils dilated rapidly, unbelievably, his face was enough to describe it as defeated-this is impossible!

How is this possible? !

Noah will only treat all moving objects around as zombies after entering the mental illusion of conditioned reflex, and attack indiscriminately until you die or die. This is the instinct he has cultivated through thousands of electric shocks since he was six years old. If he forgets his breath, he will never forget it. Even if his mother dies before his eyes, his instinct cannot be broken!

What about now? ! Why doesn't he attack? !

In his mental illusion, he is willing to be killed by this "zombie" surnamed Zhou? !

Romuel shook his head in horror and watched Zhou Rong hold Sinan tightly in his arms. He couldn't help kissing on his dirty forehead that was stained with blood and dust, stroking his skinny back. What comfort in a low voice. After a while, Sinan's convulsions and tremors gradually stopped. Zhou Rong kissed his ear and hugged him with one hand.

Romuel clutched the gunshot wound in his abdomen, shaking his other hand tightly.

But Zhou Rong stopped looking at them, walked out of the small courtyard, kicked the zombies who were looking for the sound, and took Sinan into the co-driver seat of the blue and white SUV, and instead wanted to board from the other side. Cab.

Si Nan didn't want to leave Zhou Rong, so he clung to his cuff and didn't let go. Zhou Rong coaxed a few words in a low voice, and when he saw Sinan shaking his head not listening, he gave up, took him out of the co-pilot, and got into the cab with him in his arms.

Zombies are slowly gathering here, looking from a distance, ghosts in the alleys and alleys are sensational, all densely packed with living dead. The suv turned its head and drove into the small courtyard. The window of the car was lowered. Zhou Rong stared at Romuel and asked, "Who are you guys anyway?"

Romuel said coldly: "Your name is Zhou Rong, isn't it?"

"Oh, when did my brother become so red." Zhou Rongman sneered casually: "Why, do you want to sign?"

The sound of zombies' dragging footsteps became clear, but Romuel did not have the slightest fear of death. He was leaning against the pile of bricks covered in blood, and through the cracks in the car window, he could see Sinan leaning against Zhou Rong, his head buried in Zhou Rong's arms.

It's like a little beast whose murderous spirit has not faded and is covered with blood. When exhausted, he finally found his nest with his last breath.

Romuel's heart seemed to be filled with hot and sour hatred, and he sneered slightly.

"No, Zhou Rong." He said lightly, "It's so happy to see you alive, so keep your own life...We will meet again soon."

"Really?" Zhou Rong jokingly said, "I don't think so."

The zombies gathered more and more, gradually blocking the alleys. Zhou Rong stopped chattering with the dying person. The SUV backed up and turned, and the wheels made a harsh rubbing sound on the ground. He finally missed the sentence: "Thank you for your supplies!" He stepped on the accelerator and galloped away amidst the roar of the engine.

Romuel stared at the dust and smoke rising from behind the SUV, squinting his eyes slightly.

His brow bones are high and deep eye sockets, and his nose bones are straight and straight, which is a typical Aryan Caucasian appearance. Because of being trained by military-style elites all the year round, and the body is also tough and tough, this shape of alpha is actually very popular in Europe and America.

But at this moment, his expression is so weird that it makes people shudder.

The zombies swarmed in and gradually approached the small courtyard. Romuel coughed up blood, took out a sealed injection from his chest, tore it open with his teeth, and injected all the light red liquid into his arm.

He then threw his hand up.

The injection syringe made an arc and smashed in front of the foot of the first zombie who squeezed into the courtyard.

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The carriage kept bumping as it moved forward, smashing the zombies into the bottom of the car all the way, and finally burst out of gunpowder amid the earth-shattering explosion of grenade, and galloped along the endless highway.

Zhou Rong controls the steering wheel with one hand, holds Sinan's groggy body with the other, and gently pats him on the shoulder: "Si Xiaonan?"

Si Nan curled up and said nothing.

Zhou Rong stepped on the brakes, turned over on the back seat, and threw the three sloppy alpha personal belongings out of the car window, and saw a maple syrup bottle in the corner.

There should be more medical supplies in the rear compartment, but it is impossible to organize them carefully at this time. Zhou Rong unscrewed the maple syrup can, kneaded Sinan's pale face with his thumb, and asked in a low voice: "Drink two mouthfuls, eh?"

Si Nan didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, smelled the scent of maple sugar, and barely turned his head.

His silent refusal was very obvious, but Zhou Rong could not indulge his inexplicable picky eaters at this time, so he kissed his hair and coaxed: "Good."

Then Zhou Rong took a sip of maple syrup by himself, then fed it from mouth to mouth, licking the corners of his tight lips with persuasiveness.

For some reason, Sinan was very resistant to the taste of maple syrup, but after a while, his cold lips and tongue seemed to be gradually warmed by Zhou Rong's breath, his teeth were slightly loosened, and a slight soft gap opened.

The 48th hour after the city of zombies fell.

Zhou Rong's eyes were slightly red, watching Sinan's calm and lethargic side face, and once again printed a tender, honey-scented kiss.