star hunter

After Su Xian heard the exclamation from over there, he immediately jumped out of the car.

"What's going on?" Su Xian asked anxiously, Xiang Yu and Zhong Yuncong were both squatting around something.

After getting closer, he realized that it was not a thing, but a living thing.

A strong smell of blood came to the face. It was a person who lost an arm and half a leg.

It was bloody and scary.

Su Xian's heart was like a mirror, and he could tell at a glance that it was another guy trying to climb over the wall, but ended up being planted in a minefield.

"He's dying." Xiang Yu shrugged, stood up, looked at his boss, "What do you think?"

Su Xian didn't answer him, but sent him back to the car: "Go and look at the other two little ones."

After Xiang Yu walked away, he squatted down and stared at the dying wounded: "Can you still talk?"

Blood came out of his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, there were blood streaks between his teeth, and a strange sound of "hoo hoo" came out of his throat, but he couldn't speak complete words.

Su Xian took out a flashlight to shine a light on his face, and found that his eyes were already very slack, and it seemed that he was really dying, so he frowned.

"Is it hopeless?" Zhong Yun never could bear to continue to look at his miserable state, turned his head, and asked Su Xian in a low voice, who shook his head helplessly: "The blood is bleeding too much."

Zhong Yuncong also probably guessed what was going on. The person in front of him was either a fugitive or a smuggler. He did not expect that the situation of "missing arms and short legs" that Su Xian said before was actually played out in front of him.

"Then you can't let people be so violent in the wilderness?" Although he knew that this person was not worthy of sympathy, Zhong Yuncong still wanted to help this stranger collect a corpse, so he discussed with Su Xian, "After all, here Aliens are everywhere..."

"I know what you mean." Su Xian nodded, "Don't worry."

Zhong Yuncong let out a long breath, turned his face and glanced at the wounded who was so angry: "Why are you so stupid..."

Su Xian's reaction was very cold: "You have committed your own crimes, you can't live."

Unexpectedly, after he uttered these six words, the dying man suddenly struggled, his remaining hand grabbed Su Xian's boot, blood was everywhere.

Zhong Yuncong was startled: "He..."

Su Xian, whose shoe was stained, was not angry, probably because he didn't want to argue with the dying person, so he didn't move, just letting the other person grab him like that.

Maybe it was the reflection of the light, the strength in that person's hands was not small, and the muffled voice in his throat became louder, Zhong Yuncong felt that something was wrong: "Does he have something to say?"

Hearing his words, the man actually nodded.

Su Xian and Zhong Yuncong looked at each other, and then asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to say?"

But the man had obviously lost the ability to speak, he just glanced at them, his eyes were sad and angry, and then turned his head with difficulty, looking in a certain direction.

Then, his body twitched violently, coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and then died of exhaustion.

The beam of the flashlight fell on his face, a pair of eyes staring blankly at the iron-gray sky, reflecting the dilated pupils.

Su Xian shook his head: "Dead."

Zhong Yuncong stretched out his hand, carefully closed the dead man's eyes, and then said, "What did he mean by what he did just now?"

"I don't know." Su Xian said in a low voice, "It seems to be implying something. I'll go and have a look."

He said and stood up: "Stay where you are, or go back to the car, anyway, don't run around."

Zhong Yuncong also stood up and grabbed his arm: "I heard from Xiang Yu just now that there are minefields over there."

"He knows everything, can I not know?" Su Xian gently took his hand away, "Don't worry about me."

After he finished speaking, he flew into the wind and disappeared in front of Zhong Yuncong. The latter smiled with his arms folded, but he didn't rush back to the car, but squatted down slowly, observing the dead body unlucky.

Now the sky is a little brighter, and the eastern sky has become paler, and the vision is clearer than before. He can roughly see the appearance of this person.

I can't tell what he looks like, because there is too much blood on his face, but after brushing off the dirt and dust from the hair stubble, it can be seen that this person is not young, Zhong Yuncong guessed what happened He was also forty; he was thin. He picked up the gradually stiff hand of the deceased, and found that it was covered with calluses. It looked like a long-term manual worker. And hurt...

Zhong Yuncong opened his eyes wide, and suddenly realized that it was not an ordinary wound, but a festering spot!

Reminiscent of his age, Zhong Yuncong immediately realized that this person should be a severely infected person entering the onset period.

He put down the dead man's hand, and looked back at his face. With the brighter skylight, he realized after a while that his face was not full of blood, but festering blood spots.

Now that it has become like this, why take the risk of sneaking over the wall?Zhong Yun never figured it out. According to his situation, once he is discovered, he will basically be taken away by the two major departments and transferred to the west city. Is it necessary to come here by himself?

Do you want to die with dignity?

Zhong Yuncong was thinking wildly when he suddenly found that Su Xian had returned. He stood up in surprise and was about to say hello to him, but unexpectedly found that his face was very ugly.

Zhong Yuncong guessed that the situation might have changed, so he swallowed all his original words, and carefully asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Xian's eyes were watery, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his whole body exuded cold anger. He pointed to the separation zone a hundred meters away: "Someone blasted a corner with explosives at the end of the separation wall. It's almost a truck. distance that can be passed."

Zhong Yun couldn't get off the bridge of tongue: "Bomb, bomb the wall?" He was incoherent in surprise: "But there are still a lot of fortifications ahead..."

"Other things are not so difficult to deal with, especially here is the last section. It is desolate and the geographical conditions are harsh. The nearest sentry tower is [-] kilometers away. Control the amount of explosives so that the sound of the explosion cannot be transmitted." "But still There are minefields, how did the car drive past..."

Zhong Yuncong pointed at the minefield, but his hand stiffened half way up, and after a while, it slowly dropped.

He lowered his head, glanced at the miserable corpse again, and vaguely had a terrible association.

He raised his eyes, looked at Su Xian, and moved his lips: "Could it be..."

He didn't want his guess to be true, but unfortunately, he clearly saw Su Xian's jaw.

"This minefield is full of stumped limbs and dozens of bloody corpses lying there." Su Xian looked cold and solemn, and he closed his eyes, "These people are used as mine clearance tools. Killed."

The dead man lying at their feet may have been the luckiest of them all, after all, none of his companions remained.

Zhong Yuncong's back was covered with cold sweat: "Who did it..."

"I don't know yet." Su Xian's face was ashen, "But I saw in the already safe minefield that there were obviously two rows of deep ruts on it. Combined with the part of the wall that was blown up, I guess it should be Someone transported a batch of things from the west city to the east city."

Zhong Yuncong speculated: "Smuggling?"

"According to my past experience, smuggling is usually to smuggle some materials from the east city to the west city, but this time it's obviously doing the opposite... I can't think of anything that can be produced in the west city and shipped to the east city Go." He frowned, "Besides, those smugglers always deliver their goods in batches. They are afraid of being caught by us and will run out of people and money, so they never bring goods in large quantities. They just ask for money , I don’t really want to fight the Administration Bureau head-on, at most I have a gun on my body, how to be careful, I’ve never seen such a blatant blast of the wall and drove over directly.”

Su Xian was puzzled, and Zhong Yuncong naturally couldn't explain why, but he also told Su Xian of his discovery: "I checked just now and found that this person is a fatal 'patient'."

Su Xian was taken aback: "Is that so?"

He immediately squatted down and looked through the corpse quickly. As Zhong Yuncong said, it was indeed an infected person who had entered the advanced stage.

"Could it be the same for the other people who died in the minefield?"

Zhong Yuncong glanced at the direction of the landmine belt worriedly: "It is very likely... what should we do now? So many people have died, even if they are 'patients', they can't sit idly by, right?"

"Let's go back first." Su Xian made a decision, "I will report this matter and investigate further later."

Zhong Yuncong naturally had no objection.

It's just that he didn't notice the suspicion that flashed in Su Xian's eyes—it's no coincidence that so many "patients" appeared in the same area. After monitoring the infected people who have entered the onset period from the incubation period, the authority will isolate them first.Usually, after reaching a certain number of people, they will be transferred to the West City in a unified manner. After all, sending them one by one is too time-consuming and laborious.

The number of deaths in this mine clearance is almost the number of two transfers.

In addition, even if this group of people were sent to the West City, they would definitely die, and there might be some people who couldn't think about it, but he never believed that dozens of people would collectively seek their own death.

Someone must have made them do it.

Who did it?

IMA?Administration?

Or, someone else?

Although he didn't want to admit it, Su Xian still found out with dismay that he really couldn't regain his former trust in the Governance Bureau.

At least, he couldn't immediately exclude his department from the list of suspicions.