Maybe it was whether luck would be restored after falling to the bottom, or whether surviving a catastrophe would lead to future blessings. Zhou Rong stretched his fighting nerves to the extreme, turned slightly around the corner of the corridor with a gun, only to find that there was no one in the corridor on this floor.

How many zombies.

Chun Cao casually shot out a few living dead that were staggering towards him, frowned and said, "What's going on? Are they all hiding?"

All the lights in the corridor ahead were turned off, and you could not see your fingers. Zhou Rong flashed his tactical flashlight and found that the entire corridor was empty.

A faint red light flashed at the door of an office at the far end - that was the Satellite Secure Communications Office, the goal of their trip.

"Stay alert," Zhou Rong said softly, almost in a whisper: "One hundred meters ahead at twelve o'clock, Si Nan is preparing to blast."

The three people lined up in a row, and Zhou Rong opened the way. After the spring grass was cut off, Simon changed his hands and carried Zhang Yingjie on his back, moving forward cautiously against the wall.

Suddenly Zhou Rong stopped.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked softly.

Zhou Rong didn't answer him. He gently stroked the messy wall with his fingers. His flashlight carefully scanned the masonry that had turned into powder and the deep recesses of the steel bars inside, and then cast it forward.

"What does this look like to you?" he asked after a moment.

Illuminated by a ray of yellow light, several long traces of damage were revealed on the surface of the wall, extending horizontally into the darkness.

Si Nan's expression changed slightly: "...Beast claw marks."

Zhou Rong nodded and said briefly: "Maybe this is why there are so few zombies nearby. Move forward carefully."

Si Nan held Zhang Yingjie's arm hanging on his shoulder with one hand, and took out the nitrate explosive pack from the outer pocket of the tactical backpack with the other hand. After turning the corner, Zhou Rong confirmed that the stairwell was empty, beckoned Si Nan to come forward, and pointed to the opposite side.

The entrance glows red in the darkness.

"...Zhou Rong," Si Nan suddenly said.

Zhou Rong's sharp eyes scanned the front without looking back: "What are you doing? Call Brother Rong when you have something to do. Call Zhou Rong when you have nothing to do. You are picky and lazy and want to take a hot bath all day long. When you criticize you, you bite your ears and want a hug. You can't be such a coquettish person.

…”

"The door is open," Simon said.

Zhou Rong turned around suddenly.

The door of the Satellite Communications Department was wide open, and the collapsed masonry ruins were half a person's height. The alloy plates collapsed silently in the ruins, twisting into unimaginable shapes.

"..." Zhou Rong's eyes slowly moved indoors. Countless cabinet racks fell to the ground in the darkness, and mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere. On the deepest console, there was a large amount of blood spattered vaguely.

"...Very good," Zhou Rong said calmly, "The organization saved an explosive pack today."

The Satellite Communications Office has two principles, one is confidentiality and the other is urgency.

When the disaster broke out, active forces hurriedly evacuated the building, which was protected by alloy doors and heavy steel locks. While sending distress signals to other military area shelters via satellite, they also conducted internal inspections through the surveillance system to search for survivors in East Area A.

However, the fortress was still breached. The three of them stepped across the ruins on bricks and stones. When the flashlight light hit them, they saw highly decomposed corpses torn apart by wild beasts all over the ground.

"Major General Qian," suddenly Chun Cao called out very slightly.

In front of the dimly glowing display screen, half of the body in military uniform was leaning on the console, its eyes were wide open, the blood and internal organs had dried up, the wrinkled hands dropped weakly, and the bright six | four postures fell on the screen.

on the ground.

Zhou Rong stopped, let out a silent breath after a long time, and slowly raised his hand to salute the dead body in a military salute.

"The head of Unit 118 is over sixty this year, so he should be able to retire long ago. He said that he can still work for a few more years. Next year, 118 will recruit new blood. He doesn't worry about it without him. He wants to take charge personally one last time..."

Si Nan found a chair with four legs still in place from the mess on the floor, and placed Zhang Yingjie, who was still sleeping, on it. Chun Cao held the charge | gun and sighed faintly:

"When Brother Rong had nowhere to go, he was the one who made the decision to bring Brother Rong to 118. Qiantou is a perfectly fine person, but he is really good at knowing people..."

"How come Zhou Rong has nowhere to go?" Si Nan asked.

"I don't know. It is said that I offended someone in the Central Committee."

Si Nan nodded silently. Chun Cao caught a glimpse of his expression and asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"

The two of them were on alert with guns drawn, searching for the remaining zombies inside the satellite communications office. Si Nan turned to look at Zhou Rong, who was sitting in front of the communications desk with his back to them, and smiled slightly:

"I was just thinking...Zhou Rong's character, who talks about people and ghosts, actually sometimes offends people."

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Zhou Rong took off the identification card from the body of Major General Qian, scanned it, entered the confidential communication program, and took a deep breath.

The communication logs scrolled down the screen and were arranged in order of confidentiality level, source, department and date. Zhou Rong filtered out the part with lower confidentiality level and started reading the rest from the beginning. The pale fluorescence reflected on his resolute and handsome face.

superior.

"September 15, 2019 14:27GMT8

The first and fourth squadrons of the 118th unit confirmed that all members were killed, and the second squadron lost contact."

"September 16, 2019 20:37GMT8

The 3rd Squadron of Unit 118 confirmed that all members were killed, and the 8th Squadron lost contact."

"September 17, 2019 16:26GMT8

The 5th and 7th Squadrons of Unit 118 have been recalled, and the whereabouts of flight DC918 and target person Z cannot be confirmed."

"September 18, 2019 18:29GMT8

The target person Z is missing, and the progress of the B Military Region Research Institute has stalled. After research, it was decided to open the S-class sample of the virus source."

Zhou Rong's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

He knew that target Z was the mission object that the 118th Special Forces Force was ordered to pick up. It seemed that not only the sixth squadron returned without success, but the other seven squadrons were also destroyed or failed one after another.

——But a sample of the virus source?

The origin of the zombie virus is currently a mystery of human life and death. Where did the B Military Region Research Institute obtain the S-class source sample? Could it be that before the fall of this shelter, humans had already determined the origin of the zombie virus?!

Zhou Rong's fingers couldn't help trembling and he quickly pulled down the second page.

"September 28, 2019 01:23GMT8

Breakthroughs have been made in the analysis of virus stock solutions and biological experiments. Original antibodies have been initially obtained from the experimental subject chimpanzees, and the injection experiments and observations are in progress."

Zhou Rong stared at the word "antibody" until he saw the next communication message. The status showed that it had not been sent yet, and the time was on the same day as the previous one:

——September 28, 2019 20:25GMT8.

"Playing with fire will eventually lead to self-immolation. Although we had expected it when we opened the S-class virus source sample, we did not expect that the results would come so quickly.

Eighteen chimpanzees used in biological experiments mutated simultaneously within three hours after injection. As carriers of a new generation of super viruses, they quickly infected the entire refuge base. The 20,000 refuge people in East Area A were basically infected, and the army fell.

Power, water and basic communications were cut off one after another. The last research forces withdrew into the satellite communication fortress. After DNA analysis, we found no hidden mission target Z among the Omega survivors.

God has not favored mankind.

There is no need for the military zone anymore. Please launch nuclear bombs to cleanse the shelter. The only good thing is that the E-area research center is covered by a nuclear shield. After destroying the shelter, please send troops deep into E-zone and obtain hundreds of top biochemical experts.

The latest research information in exchange for life...

This will be a protracted war, and the survival of mankind will face the most severe challenge in history.

But we are fearless. Every drop of blood shed today is to meet the brighter hope of tomorrow.

——Qian Guoqiang, arrived at the Nanhai General Military Region on the evening of September 28."

Zhou Rong gasped slightly and suddenly stood up, making a sharp friction sound as the folding chair was pulled out on the ground.

Si Nan and Chuncao turned around at the same time, only to see him facing the screen and saying word by word: "We will leave for North E immediately."

Chun Cao said in astonishment: "Isn't it a first-level high-risk area?"

"Military Region Research Institute," although Zhou Rong tried his best to be calm, his tone was still trembling with difficulty, "We have made breakthrough progress in the research on zombie viruses, and even extracted original antibodies..."

Chun Cao's pupils suddenly narrowed, and even Si Nan's breathing stopped for an instant!

Zhou Rong entered the communication password, pressed the confirm button, and sent Major General Qian's last message before his death.

Then he thought for a moment, picked up the microphone, and cleared his throat:

"On October 26, 2019, at 00:08 Beijing time, here is Major Zhou Rong, leader of the 6th Squadron of the 118th Army."

"My five remaining team members and I, as well as a civilian volunteer who volunteered to join the death squad, trekked for six hours into the completely occupied B military area and saw the deathbed message of Major General Qian Guoqiang, who was confirmed to have died.

."

"Next, I, two team members and volunteers will follow Major General Qian's instructions before his death to go to the biochemical laboratory in Area E to try to obtain precious virus research data and original antibodies."

"The four of us are Major Zhou Rong, Lieutenant Yang Chuncao, Lieutenant Zhang Yingjie and volunteer Sinan. Regardless of whether we successfully complete the mission or die in the middle, please follow the original plan to launch nuclear bomb cleaning in the B Military Region. If we get out of the base alive,

, we will immediately rush to the Nanhai headquarters with antibodies."

"God has not favored mankind... We will do our best to complete this journey alone."

Zhou Rong's deep voice became the last communication sent before the satellite communication was scrapped.

He stared at the screen until the green light that the message was successfully sent came on, then he slowly exhaled, put down the microphone and prepared to turn off the machine.

——However, at the moment when his finger touched the switch, there was a sudden ding-dong sound, and the yellow light for incoming mail suddenly lit up at the bottom of the screen.

Zhou Rong's first reaction was: Did the feedback from Nanhai headquarters come back immediately?

Then he opened the decoder and realized that it was indeed impossible. The message read after decoding turned out to be an international secret letter from the military of country A ten minutes ago!
To be continued...