I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

The accumulated dust for many years poured into Edmund's nostrils with his breath. He coughed violently, his face covered in blood and ashes.

He covered his face and crawled out of the tent, gasping for breath with all his strength, and felt sick to his stomach because of the dust in his throat.

"Ouch..." He spat out a mouthful of bloody sputum, curled up like a shrimp and covered his mouth and nose.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the dust settled completely.

Edmund had lost his ability to think, and instinctively crawled to the wall and sat up.

Jiang Xing's experience of being trapped in an ice cave and being eaten alive by sea beasts was appalling, but how would he take revenge on himself, the chief culprit?

Edmund laughed nervously, spitting more bloody saliva.

Zombie experimental field, is there a more suitable place for revenge than this?Jiang Xing just needs to throw him here, and wait for the zombies to eat him into a skeleton.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from the upper layer of the dam, and the excited and greedy roar of the monster seemed to be right next to his ears.

"Jiang Xing, you are ruthless." Edmund grinned grinningly, pulling the gun/bolt with difficulty.

The first zombie rushed into the dam, its thirst for blood/flesh made it jump directly from the upper floor, fell into a puddle of mud on the ground, and was still dragging its broken body towards Edmund.

Even Edmund, who was used to seeing bloody faces, couldn't help retching. The opponent's black and decayed body had pieces of meat stuck to its skeleton, and its withered teeth kept dripping stinky saliva.

Edmund shot through its head, but the sound of the gun also pointed the way for more zombies who were not allowed to enter.

More than a dozen zombies poured into the dam, fell down one after another, half of them were crushed into pieces, and more got up and rushed towards Edmund!

"Crap!"

Edmund had a ferocious expression, sparks from his charge/gun/mouth splashed everywhere.

There are more and more zombies, falling from the upper floor like a waterfall, like there is no end.

Finally, a zombie hid behind its companion and approached Edmund, and the black claw swung at him!

"Go away!"

Suddenly there was a roar.

A thin figure shot and killed the zombie. He swung the handle of the gun and smashed it directly through the monster's head, splashing a pile of red and white slime.

"Fee?!" Edmund said in shock, "You... are fine..."

Fillor had no time to talk, so he cleared the way with another shot, and raised Edmund vigorously, "Let's go!"

Edmund's face was pale: "My legs..."

Filor gritted her teeth fiercely, let out a hoarse growl from her throat, and carried him on her back.

"Fei!"

She was not physically strong, Edmund was tall, and his weight of nearly two hundred catties could almost break her bones.

Edmund cursed: "Go away! I don't need your help!"

Filor's arm muscles twitched, and he started to run heavily.

"Grass! Go, go, go!"

Edmund kept yelling, holding a submachine gun/gun with one hand and shooting at the berserk zombie group behind him.

Fillor slumped toward the spiral staircase leading to the upper level of the dam.

The long steps of more than ten meters high seem to have no end.

Faster, faster!

She could no longer feel her limbs, she was driving her body to run entirely by instinct.

After Filor climbed ten meters, Edmund broke the rusted railing and laid it across the steps.It is a moment to be able to stop it for a while.

The way out of the dam is close at hand.

However, with the sound of an iron door hitting the wall, Fillor's expression changed dramatically.

I saw that the path she had cleared when she came was once again crowded with zombies, monsters scrambling to squeeze on the door frame, all wanting to be the first to enjoy the food.

"Damn!"

The charge/gun jammed, and Edmund cursed lowly and slapped the gun body. The overheated barrel blistered his palm, and he smashed it violently, blood and tissue fluid dripped down.

Smelling the smell of human blood, the zombies became even more frenzied. Their rotting tongues greedily slid in the air, and their blood-red eyes wished they could share and eat them.

Fillor looked down and saw that a dozen or so zombies at the bottom of the dam had reached the stairs, crawling towards them on all fours.

Her frenzied thoughts suddenly calmed down.

"Edmund." Her voice returned to her usual level. "I'm sorry."

Edmund scolded her a few words, but also gasped for breath.

The metal door frame in front of it groaned overwhelmed, and the first zombie had squeezed out half of its body and lay on the ground, with its hands desperately reaching for Filor's feet.

She took a half step back, leaned Edmund against the wall, and took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.

"There's only one left." She picked it up and put it between her lips, but the lighter was out of gas and couldn't ignite no matter what.

The sparks rubbed by the grinding wheel were reflected in her cold and dull fake eyes, which seemed to give her a little warmth.

"I come."

Edmund lit a cigarette for her, and Fillore exhaled the smoke, saying vaguely, "I'm still going to die here."

The zombie climbing the stairs was temporarily stuck on the iron railing, but the monster in front of him was about to break through the limit.

Edmund sneered, "You should have died long ago."

Philore seemed to be smiling.

"You too."

There was another loud bang on the door frame.

Fillol shook his hand/gun, "How to say?"

"One per person." Edmund stretched out his hand, "I go first."

Fillol: "Let me go first."

"You're fucking going to fight me for this." He cursed, and the scar between his browbones bulged.

Fillor stamped out the cigarette butt, gestured with the pistol/gun twice, and slowly pressed it against his temple.

Her face was neither happy nor sad, even relieved.

"Edmund. Although you are a bastard." She whispered, "but you are still my brother."

Edmund was silent for two seconds, and retorted: "Come on, you don't even have the blood of the Hein family, so don't fucking get involved with me."

Filor: "Don't be a human in your next life."

The door frame finally broke completely, and the zombie howled towards the two of them.

"But I don't want to go to the next life yet." Fillor's voice was cold, and he raised his hand to pull the trigger!

The zombies crashed back into the crowd, creating chaos.

"You fucking..." Edmund laughed loudly, "Go!"

Filor set him up, and the two cooperated tacitly to kill seven or eight zombies blocking the door, and rushed out all the way.

More zombies poured into the upper level of the dam.

The roar behind him was getting closer and closer, Edmund: "The ones behind are coming."

Filor decisively kicked down the zombie blocking the way in front of him, and swung the crowbar hard.

Blood stains splashed, turning the narrow passage into a purgatory on earth.

They attacked numbly and dodged instinctively. It didn't know how long it took until the two of them ran out of ammunition, bent their crowbars, and finally saw the gate leaving the dam!

Edmund: "Go to the car!"

Fillor approached the motorcycle with his back on his back, his knees collapsed, and he spat out a big mouthful of blood.

"Fei!"

Blood choked into her windpipe, she struggled and coughed almost as if she was dying, and stretched out her hand to send Edmund into the car.

"……Walk……"

"You fucking! Dare to save me, dare not live?!" Edmund roared angrily, and climbed onto the back of the car first, grabbing Filor's arm and trying to drag her up.

"No." She shook her head and refused, her voice was weak, "I can't live..."

Edmund said bitterly, "Is it Jiang Xing?"

"No..." She suddenly smiled faintly, "He didn't hurt me."

Fillor raised her hand and slowly pulled off the cloth on her shoulders.

A black and red bleeding wound.

"I got infected when I fell off the car, too late," she said. "Go."

Edmund didn't listen, lost his mind, and his eyes were red.

Fillor suddenly threw him away violently, and he fell backwards with his strength.

The swarming zombies quickly chased after her.

"Fei!"

The crowd of corpses overwhelmed the figure.

Trembling, Edmund started the motorcycle, slanted and knocked away the zombies, and finally escaped.

The howling wind made his eyeballs hurt, and he shed two lines of hot tears.

And the tears gradually turned into... blood.

Blue and black blood veins floated on his cheeks...

Jiang Xing contacted Alice with the pager in the guard room.

With a cold voice, he asked, "Why did you start the blood moon?"

Alice said confidently: "Boss, this is an order from Mr. Aiken himself, and he can't wait."

Aiken Hein, the current ruler of the Hein family, a cold-blooded demon who only has interests in his eyes, Edmund's father.

The reason why the other party is so fascinated by the ancient virus is precisely because he is dying.

A brand-new genetic disease made him incapacitated in his prime. Watching his body decay and stink, even the nurse who took care of him couldn't help vomiting.

For a person in power who is always on top, this is tantamount to the greatest retribution and torture.

"Something went wrong, and he was the one who died." Jiang Xing sneered, "The ancient virus is very unstable, and you have seen it."

Alice said indifferently: "I will do what the boss says, that's all."

She even joked, "Director, you don't need to be so sincere to him. Without him, there will be another Hein."

There will be no more.

A cold light of determination flashed in Jiang Xing's eyes.

Jiang Xing: "Fan Ye fell into the water, send someone over."

"As ordered."

Jiang Xing hung up the pager, and soon a hover car stopped in front of the guard room, and the heavily armed guard bowed slightly: "Director Jiang!"

"Where's Fan Ye?"

"I found it, it's on the downstream river beach."

Jiang Xing relaxed without showing any trace, "Take me there."

The moment he fell into the river, Fan Ye was overwhelmed by pain that almost shattered his body.

He could hear nothing, not even the sound of running water, and the world was silent.

But his heart was exceptionally peaceful.

At least, he saved Jiang Xing.

Thinking of this name, Fan Ye's sore muscles suddenly gained strength, and he rushed out of the water with all his strength, breathing heavily.

Without himself, Jiang Xing couldn't get out of the experimental field.

Driven by this thought, Fan Ye tightly hugged a piece of driftwood washed down upstream, struggling up and down in the water.

However, the current was too fast, and he couldn't swim to the river bank, so he could only be staggered here and there.

Just at the corner of the river, he finally seized the opportunity to wash ashore with the current.

Fan Ye's eyes were darkened when he hit the boulder on the river bank. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to climb up the river beach.

The moment he collapsed, he lost consciousness.

Someone is wiping his cheeks...

Fan Ye's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't open them at all.

The gravel on the river beach vibrated, and many people walked around him.He can't hear or see, so he pays more attention to feel.

Seven men, heavily armed and well trained.

The soft hot towel gently wiped off the muddy water on his face, gentle and... pitiful.

Who is the eighth person?

Fan Ye was carried on a stretcher, and the two of them stopped beside him, they should be talking.

Is it a member of the Hein Group?

The vitamin was pushed into his body, and his cold limbs finally warmed up. His eyelids trembled slightly, just a little bit...

The moment he was carried onto the vehicle, he finally opened a gap.

In Lu Li's blurred vision, there was a tall and slender figure from the back.

Fan Ye is very familiar.