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Survive forever?

Lin Xiang's heart trembled suddenly, then pointed a gun at Mark's eyes and said coldly: "What else do you know besides these?"

"I'm just a low-level officer, and my biological specialties are just analysis. This is all I can know." Mark's face showed a hint of fear, and he begged: "You shouldn't kill Chris. He knows more secrets than me."

"Identity is proportional to power, and this sentence is correct."

Lin Xiang nodded and raised the muzzle slightly to the other party's forehead.

"Please don't kill me-"

Mark, who noticed the danger, shuddered and said: "I told you everything you know, you, you, you, you can't kill me."

"Sorry, I never agreed to any of your requests-"

The bullets that came out of the chamber roared into Mark's head. Under the sluggishness of the soft brain, the high-speed rotating bullet could no longer withstand the pressure and exploded in all directions. The powerful explosion could not be released through the tiny bullet holes. They could only collide and crush inside the narrow cranial cavity, swallowing all the things that dared to hinder themselves. In the end, this not-so-solid cage was forced to explode, and became the most perfect combination in the thin air in the splashing blood and flesh paste.

The wound on the chest has stopped healing. Through the split muscles and skin, the bright red lungs are rhythmically undulating and swallowing the oxygen needed by the body under the protection of the remaining skeleton.

Lin Xiang consciously terminated the regeneration of his body.

You must be injured, and you will be seriously injured. Only in this way can you explain everything that has happened.

He didn't want to be a monster lying in the institute. To achieve this goal, he could only deceive with kindness.

In the distance, the bodies of five search team members were lying across the road.

After checking the scene of the battle for the last time, Lin Xiang chose to lean against Oliver's body, took out a quantum signal generator from his backpack, and pressed the switch with his blood-stained fingers.

Maintaining the wound requires a lot of physical energy. Half an hour later, when the familiar propeller of "Nighthawk ii" was heard above his head, Lin Xiang, who was in a semi-coma, also heard Qi Yue's roar of almost despair.

"We must save him-"

Chengdu, the 21st Army Command.

This is a huge underground building. The dark green is almost dyed ink, which is the most basic color in the room. On the neat long table covered with velvet covers, the white porcelain cup radiates a crystal and warm special texture under the light. The ventilation fan that is fixed on the surrounding walls slowly rotates replaces the function that the window should have. Among all the simple decorations, the most eye-catching thing is the huge copper military emblem hanging high in the middle of the wall, so clean that there is no dust falling, and the diameter is at least more than five meters.

"I have to go to the capital and report to the Military Commission in person what happened here. What I hear from my ears will never be as shocking as the scenes I actually see. We must let them activate the highest level of alert state, otherwise the entire line of defense will not be maintained at all."

Meng Zongxiang's voice was obviously hoarse, and his loose facial muscles were completely occupied by fatigue. He raised the cup on the table and poured a few mouthfuls of bitter strong tea. The external stimulants entering his body quickly played a role. The two swollen eyeballs covered with blood were like stimulants, squeezing the heavy eyelids that they wanted to fall at any time to the top of him.

It's been four days, and he hasn't had a rest for a minute.

The defense line outside Chengdu is still under construction, and reports of fighting fire with mutants have been reported in various major areas. Under the powerful artillery attack of field troops, mutant creatures have suffered heavy losses. According to incomplete statistics, as of this morning, the cumulative results of each defensive force have exceeded 150,000.

No matter what aspect, this is inspiring good news. But Meng Zongxiang doesn't think so.

He knew very well how terrible the virus spread. Before the research department did not have a way to suppress the virus and produced a sufficient number of vaccines, no battle could solve the current crisis. Even if all mutants were killed, the threat of the virus still existed. As long as one person was infected, it would soon spread into a million mutant army.

A cat, a dog, or even a mouse or a mosquito may become a new parasite for the virus. In turn, the pathogens they carry are transferred to humans... Such examples are everywhere in human history.

For several days, Meng Zongxiang has repeatedly reiterated to the superior departments that the highest alert state must be activated nationwide. All militias, reserves, firefighters and police personnel must be armed and several tightly structured defense lines are set up in the rear to delay the crazy attack of the mutant and gain enough time for the research of immune drugs.

Unfortunately, his request was not answered.

Obviously, the top leaders are hesitating.

This is not surprising. The highest warning is equivalent to the mobilization of the whole nation. Once activated, the entire republic will be greatly affected. According to relevant laws, all materials must be adjusted according to wartime principles, and the people's daily necessities can only be rationed. This is an unprecedented disaster for any industry in the entire country.

Therefore, the virus crisis that broke out in the southwest region is currently only supported in accordance with a super-large disaster. Although a large amount of food, drinking water, medicine and various materials are being transported to Chengdu in a steady stream, the adjacent provinces in the rear have not made any defensive moves. Radio and media have summarized the spread of the virus with words such as "major epidemics". The corpses of mutant people were also titled "abnormal deaths". Government departments at all levels are also trying their best to appease the people, requiring everyone to "focus on production and do a good job in construction". In a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, the entire country is operating in an orderly manner.

Meng Zongxiang can understand this series of arrangements from the top leaders. The number of citizens in the entire Republic exceeds 2 billion, and the public's warning will cause serious consequences. Social panic, deterioration of public security, and the increase in piracy and looting incidents... This is an unimaginable terrible disaster for any country.

When human existence is threatened by the environment, individuals will only take into account their vested interests, and they will place themselves in the safest place in their imagination at all costs. This is the instinct of biological creatures, and at this time, laws and regulations are nothing more than empty text.

But no matter what, Meng Zongxiang must do what he should do. This is his responsibility and the duty of a Republic soldier.

"Lieutenant General Xie Zhiping is fully responsible for the affairs of the military region. Remember, you must defend the defense line at any time. It is absolutely impossible to allow a mutated creature to enter the rear city."

At the airport, a green-coated "Yun Twenty-four" had already started the engine. Under the escort of several personal guards, Meng Zongxiang, with a cold expression, took steady steps and slowly climbed the gangway.

Relying on the soft aviation seat, the fatigue of the past few days completely defeated his nervous nerves and made him suddenly feel the desire to have a good sleep.

Just as the heavy eyelids were about to close, the Lieutenant General seemed to remember something. He took out a document with the "top secret" from the briefcase he kept at hand, approached the light from the porthole, and studied it carefully.

He has read this document less than ten times before and after. Every word in it has been clearly reflected in his mind.

This is a detailed report on the search operation in Kunming City by Lin Xiang, the second lieutenant of the 64th Mobile Force.

The bodies of the three observers have been sealed and were secretly transferred to the capital on the same day and handed over to the Biological Research Office of the National Academy of Sciences for processing. At the same time, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent a combat statement to relevant UN departments, claiming that the three observers were attacked by mutant organisms at the place where the virus spreads, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Five soldiers who died in battle were also buried as martyrs.

Meng Zongxiang never thought that the so-called "United Nations Humanitarian Aid" plan would be like this. Although he still doesn't understand what secrets are hidden in it, he obviously has already smelled the conspiracy of Americans participating in it.

Is the so-called "Houston space virus penetration incident" really just an accident like the US government announced?

According to the official data released by the United States, as many as 500,000 Houston citizens were killed in this accident, and the entire city has become ruins... Are these true?

So far, in addition to Houston and Kunming, cities claiming to be threatened by the virus include New Delhi in India, Buenos Aires in Argentina, El Salvador in Brazil, and Monterrey in northern Mexico.

This seems to be a global virus crisis. What will the final result look like?

The chaotic thoughts and disorderly thoughts made the tired brain feel a headache. Just when Meng Zongxiang was about to put the document back into his briefcase, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Lin Xiang's photo in the upper right corner of the paper.

A young man with vitality, keen and alertness is also an officer with strong combat capabilities and good at grasping all available resources. Otherwise, he would not have become a survivor of a fierce battle. This itself is very telling.

Thinking of this, the general focused his mind for a moment and reached out to call his adjutant.

"Tele to the Army Command to re-evaluate the combat capability of Lieutenant Lin Xiang. Now is an extraordinary time and should be improved as appropriate."

The familiar Lai Su Weier kept drilling into Lin Xiang's brain along her nostrils. Although the afternoon sun shone and itched, he closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to reveal a gap in his eyelashes for exploration.

It has been a whole week since I was lying on the hospital bed.

A thick white bandage wrapped around the left shoulder, tightly wrapping the entire chest tightly into it. Several probes connected to the physiological monitoring instrument were inserted into the skin of the hands and feet from different directions. The reel filled with medicine was hung upside down on the injection rack, and along the soft plastic tube wall, slowly dripping transparent liquid into the wrist inserted by the needle.

This is the intensive care unit of the field hospital. A tall young nurse wearing a military cap was standing in front of the bed and carefully observing the index displayed by various instruments. She carefully recorded everything on the medical records of the day.

Lin Xiang didn't want to open his eyes. He knew that the nurse sitting next to him was not Ying Jia.

All the doctors were surprised at his strong recovery speed. The re-stitched ribs grew in good condition, and the once exposed internal organs did not lose their function. The muscles and skin healed at a rapid speed... After a week, various physiological indicators had reached the normal value. It was hard to imagine that this was a dying person whose chest was torn and all internal organs were naked.

The deception that delays the regeneration speed perfectly achieves the imagined result.

A new promotion order has been issued, and on the brand new officer uniform at the head of the bed there was a rank of lieutenant with two stars.

Lin Xiang was not happy about it.

The entire team was dead.

If they can be more alert, they may not have to die.

The 75th Infantry Division is an eternal pain in his heart. The sorrow of his comrades will only make the living feel greater self-blame.

These days, he dreams every day.

Yang Guang, graduated from the China International Studies University of Foreign Languages, is a young man with a smile on his face and a bright future.

Li Mingwei, from Henan, is honest and simple. It is said that there is also a daughter-in-law in the family who has just met and has not yet passed by.

Liu Shufeng, a young man with a similar age as himself, is the only hope and support in his sister's eyes...

They are all dead.

Accompanied by these familiar figures are the two hideous faces of Oliver and Mark.

Many times, Lin Xiang would lie flat on the bed, staring at the white ceiling in a daze.

Self-blame, guilt, regret, anger...

There are so many dead people.

Whether it is killed or killed, it is just a passive formula surrounding this theme. And what can I do?

Take out Ying Jia's photo from her arms, caresses her unreal smile, and slowly falls into deep thought...

A chaotic era always arouses infinite fantasy in the deepest part of the heart.

The evacuation order was issued two weeks ago. According to the plan, tens of millions of residents in Chengdu must be transferred to the rear cities for resettlement in a short period of time. The lessons from Kunming have made the generals realize that before the vaccine is developed, the best way to curb biological spread is to minimize the chances of human contact with the virus as much as possible.
Chapter completed!