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In the second month of the apocalypse, news finally came from the C City Biological Genetic Research Base.

A team composed of two forces gathered behind the first defense wall of the security base, with dozens of armored vehicles parked in several rows.

In addition to the army brought by Song Yan, there was an additional one-third team of supernatural mercenaries organized by the B City Security Base.

The leader of this mercenary team is the protagonist of the world, Xie Qingyang.

Hua Xia glanced across and saw what the male protagonist was saying to the psychics. She knew what they were planning without even listening.

Song Yan's people went to pick up Dr. Yuan. How could Xie Lin's people let their people go alone?

In the original plot, Song Yan noticed the conspiracy of City B and wanted to take people directly from City C to bypass City B and bring Dr. Yuan back to Kyoto. However, he was stopped by the male protagonist and his group. In addition, due to Dr. Yuan's own wishes, the group returned to City B again.

Later, when zombies surrounded the city, Song Yan no longer had the chance to return to Kyoto.

The mercenaries' psychics are all strong and healthy, dressed in uniform, standing upright and in good discipline.

It is obvious that this is not an ordinary mercenary team composed of people with special abilities. It is Xie Lin’s private armed force.

With people from Kyoto present, it was impossible for them to reveal their intention to gather armed forces in private.

Hua Xia could see it, and Song Yan could naturally see it too.

The two parties seemed to be in harmony. The deputy captain standing in the distance with Song Yan retracted his gaze at the same time: "Captain, I'm afraid the Xie family has rebellious intentions."

It's almost February before the end of the world, but the weather has the illusion of getting colder and colder, and it seems like spring is a long way off.

A cold wind blew by, and the adjutant shivered. Seeing that Song Yan didn't answer, he opened his mouth and was about to say something, but then he saw Captain Song, who was colder than the wind, looking casually into the distance.

Following the line of sight, several teenagers were surrounding a girl wearing a loose white sweater that reached her knees and a white skirt that almost touched the ground. The latter was standing with one hand on her waist and pointing at the people around her moving things.

Several teenagers carried boxes of luggage onto the back of the car.

adjutant:"......."

I caught a glimpse of an eye mask falling out of the box while it was being moved, and the next second it was picked up by a white hand on tiptoe, shaken, and put into the pocket.

"..."

The adjutant said hesitantly: "Captain, are you sure you want Miss Luo to follow you not for a picnic?"

Several boxes of useless and even cumbersome things.

"Captain, isn't the Luo family coming to the base to pick someone up?"

"Captain, there are a lot of zombies gathering in City C now. Although Miss Luo is powerful, last time..."

The last time we encountered zombies that suddenly went crazy in the mountains outside the city, I’m afraid no one could guarantee that they could retreat safely.

"team leader?"

Song Yan retracted his gaze and did not answer directly: "Are you ready?"

The adjutant said, "Except for Miss Luo, all other supplies have been counted and we can set off at any time."

Song Yan nodded slightly and finally walked closer.

As soon as Fang got closer, he heard several people around the girl talking in a buzzing voice.

"Boss, they are going on a mission, you stay at the base."

"Boss, take us with you."

At this time, their boss had already sat in the back seat, crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt covering her shoes, and swayed her hands in a very casual manner: "No, Song Yan will be jealous if I take you with me."

"..."

"Cough cough cough cough!" The adjutant almost choked to death on his own saliva. Is their captain jealous?

Looking at their captain, he still had the look of a dead man who had just emerged from a coffin. I would probably have to wait until my next life to feel jealous.

"Miss Luo, have you packed? We are about to set off."

Hua Xia raised her hand and patted the seat next to her, and the people crowded near the door immediately made way for her. Song Yan was silent for a moment and got on the car.

The adjutant was speechless and got on the passenger seat.

The seats were exactly the same as when we came here. Although there was room for several people to sit in the back seat, no one dared to get in.

The convoy set off for City C. The road conditions were very bad along the way, with only the occasional zombie flashing by.

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly and looked out the window. The sky was gradually darkening. He rarely spoke along the way, but his eyes fell on the glass. He slightly turned his body, and the glass reflected the figure of the person next to him wearing an eye mask and leaning to one side.

A few days ago, after Tiantai hung up the phone, the girl's casual words changed Song Yan's mind.

She said: "In the apocalypse, people are sometimes much scarier than zombies."

Intellectually, Song Yan told himself that sending her back to her family was the right decision.

However, perhaps keeping her under your watchful eye is the only way to truly ensure her safety.

At a bend, the car turned sharply to the left. Due to inertia, the little man leaning against the window moved to the right.

Song Yan was thinking about something in his mind, and the figure reflected in the glass disappeared. The next second, something hit his back with a bang.

Through his work clothes, he could feel the weight gently leaning against his back. Song Yan's body was lying stiffly on his side, motionless. He was the only one left in the glass, with an expressionless face.

Those eyes, as dark as ink, were far from being as calm as they appeared on the surface, and were now filled with turmoil.

The collision just now made him clench his fists, his heart beat wildly, and the confused thoughts in his mind were now extremely clear.

All the talk of keeping people under his nose to ensure their safety is just an excuse.

The road ahead is dangerous, with various political party conspiracies emerging one after another. The truth of the doomsday may be at hand. He himself cannot guarantee that he will return to Kyoto alive, so how can he ensure the safety of others by keeping them by his side?

If it were two months ago, Song Yan would have never imagined that he would have a day when he would have to make a decision.

Don't deny it, it's because you care too much that you get confused.

It is unknown whether Luo Qianqian is the original Luo Qianqian. Her abilities and life experience are a mystery. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a dangerous person.

Song Yan felt that all the training he had received in the past had fallen apart at this moment, and some people seemed to be the whole world as soon as they appeared.

No solution......

It was dark outside and the road the car was driving on was rugged. The three or two zombies dragging slowly on both sides looked particularly strange under the light of the car lights.

The world outside the car was like hell.

The adjutant looked at the zombies on both sides. When passing by these monsters, the monsters stopped and stood strangely in the same place. Their dim pupils reflected the light from the car lights, giving people the illusion that these zombies were staring at him.

No, not looking at him.

The car moved forward. The zombies in front turned their heads to look, then turned their heads again to watch the car drive away.

There were clearly vehicles in front of their car, but these zombies were all looking in their direction.

The adjutant followed the zombies' gaze and turned his head to look at the back seat: "Captain, Captain, are these zombies looking at you...us..."

He stopped talking halfway because he saw behind him that Miss Luo's head, wrapped in a squirrel hood, was resting on Song Yan's back.

His captain leaned forward and sideways, motionless.

“.......”Captain, aren’t you numb?