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There was a bit of sickness and fragility on the pale face. When leaning on Xin Lang, An Mo regarded him as his own pillar, shedding all his strength and defenses, panting violently as he endured the pain from his legs with.

The obviously bad situation made the people around instantly alert. Except for Lieutenant General Meng who knew about it, everyone thought that An Mo had been injured by a zombie and that the virus was spreading.In the blink of an eye, the weapons were raised and aimed at An Mo and Xin Lang at the door.

"what……"

"do not!"

"be careful!"

Survivors who had just been quarantined exclaimed, mixed with blurted concern.

His mind was muddled, and An Mo didn't pay attention to the weapons pointed at them. After slowing down for a while, he tried his best to breathe steadily, then put his hand on Xin Lang's arm, and stood up straight.

"How many do you think there are still twenty people left?"

The crowd fell silent for a while.

When the voice inside became extremely terrifying, everyone knew that the possibility of twenty people getting out unharmed was almost zero.

An Mo didn't want to interfere anymore, but when he thought that his goal had not been achieved, he gritted his teeth, straightened up firmly, ignored Xin Lang's displeasure frowning, and said directly to Lieutenant General Meng: "Xin Lang and I have a special relationship. This method can avoid the zombies, which is why I insisted on coming in to rescue. Now we go back and bring those soldiers out, please don’t make any more trouble.”

He didn't explain the rescue method, and even these two sentences sounded very irritating.However, since the military was really adding to the chaos just now, Lieutenant General Meng couldn't say anything. He looked at Xin Lang hesitantly, but found that the godson still didn't give him a look.

Dragging his legs that were already reaching their limits, he quickly walked towards the three buildings. When he reached a place where he could avoid the eyes of the crowd, Xin Lang hugged An Mo horizontally, letting him struggle in his arms without letting go.

Later, An Mo simply stopped struggling and quickly told Xin Lang about his plan.

"We're going to put on a show this time. After leading the survivors out for a while, you have to act like you were bitten, and then take this opportunity to ask General Meng Zhong to let us leave the army."

This was An Mo's original plan, to 'injure' Xin Lang, and then leave the 4408 Army as a matter of course.

There are two reasons: First, after Xin Lang confessed to him that he had been bitten, An Mo could not guarantee whether the virus was really eliminated by Xin Lang's body.If the current peace and even the golden finger controlling the zombies are just the calm before the storm, then the day the virus spreads and engulfs Xin Lang's brain, it will be a nightmare for the entire security zone;

Second, since this identity is to be concealed, in the eyes of others, their sudden decision to leave is definitely full of conspiracy.Don't leave a good safety zone but go to that cannibalistic street?It's just ridiculous.Lieutenant General Meng's love for Xin Lang is also obvious, so if An Mo wants to take Xin Lang away, he will definitely be the first to refuse.

With a reason to leave, there is no need to worry that Meng Zhong will hold objections.

Xin Lang held the light-hearted young man in his arms, and when he heard his words, he just responded casually, not caring at all what the result of such a plan would be.

I don't usually see him eating less, why is he still so light.When he was in the caravan before, he was wearing thick clothes in winter, and Xin Lang hadn't noticed that the other person was very light. He held his waist with both hands at night, and when he was ups and downs, he didn't really feel the weight loss.Holding him in his arms now, it was so light that if he threw it away casually, the young man could stay in the air for a moment before falling back into his arms.

"In the future, eat more." Xin Lang didn't blush or breathe, and when he spoke, his eyes were affectionate, almost drowning An Mo in those deep eyes.

As soon as he finished talking about something important, the other party used this trick to change the subject when he turned his head. An Mo was so angry that he was finally laughed at.

"I'm talking to you seriously." He pinched Xin Lang's arm as punishment, and said, "Get ready, if there is no accident, we will leave tonight."

"it is good."

Getting closer and closer to the three dormitory buildings, the beast-like low growls of the zombies came to the ears one after another.Because of Xin Lang's 'Goldfinger', An Mo had very few chances to defend against the zombies head-on, so now that he heard these terrifying voices, he still couldn't stop his heart from trembling.

Standing downstairs, An Mo could tell that these voices came from the upper floors of a dormitory building.

In addition to the sound of weapons being fired, there were also wailing and screaming mixed with humans. A group of well-trained soldiers made such a sound. It seemed that they were driven into a hurry and felt that there was no possibility of survival.

An Mo's current condition is also very poor. If he wants to climb the stairs again, he can only do so at the speed of a tortoise and double the pain.He's useless for anything other than dragging your feet.

It's not that he wants to be with Xin Lang rashly, but he just feels that when Xin Lang is put in danger, he waits comfortably in the safe zone. This kind of mentality is completely wrong in this relationship. wait.

Under the background of the end of the world, An Mo was already ready to die with Xin Lang.

—Of course, after completing the task.

[Host, I am tired of saying the word sour. 】

The system came out in time to pick up lemons, and An Mo laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Leave me here and go up by yourself, okay?" An Mo said softly, "Just put it in a corner, and I will pay attention not to make any noise."

Xin Lang naturally disagreed.

If An Mo hadn't proposed to come in for rescue, it would be impossible for him to participate in these troublesome things now.

In Xin Lang's eyes, everything about An Mo is the most important thing, and he should put it first in his heart.

Without waiting for An Mo's persuasion, Xin Lang speeded up and started to go upstairs with An Mo in his arms.

An Mo had experienced his physical strength before, it was like a bottomless pit with endless strength.All the way to the fifth floor, An Mo saw the body of a soldier in camouflage uniform at the exit.

His body is incomplete, with bullet holes on the top of his head, which shows that at the last moment, he mustered up the courage to let himself die as a human being.

At that moment, an indescribable sense of sadness welled up in my heart.

An Mo looked away, trying to say something to change the subject, opened his mouth several times, but failed to say a word.

Burying his head on Xin Lang's neck, he finally let out a long sigh, which was especially clear in the noisy voice upstairs.

"Can you control it?" He asked softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but also seemed to be exhausted, and it was at the end of his strength to be able to make a sound.

"Yes." After Xin Lang finished speaking, he held An Mo and stood on the platform between the fifth and sixth floors, holding his breath, as if he had stopped breathing.

After about 5 minutes, the sound of weapons firing stopped, as did the human screams.The roar of the zombies gradually faded away, and Xin Lang also started to hug An Mo and walked up.

"Zombie?"

"Control it in an empty room." Xin Lang said in a deep voice.

It was the first time seeing Xin Lang controlling zombies at close range. An Mo couldn't help but wondered, "So fast? It's only been a few minutes."

"They move very slowly." Xin Lang leaned closer to him, sniffed the familiar smell, and gave Ya'an a satisfied wink. "Already, there are less than ten of them."

An Mo's heart sank.

Twenty soldiers, plus there may have been survivors in this building, now counting, there are less than ten people left.

However, this is not the worst period of the zombie outbreak. Strictly speaking, this is only the initial stage of the zombie outbreak. The human government system is still barely maintained. Except for severe areas, the armies of various countries have not been completely paralyzed.

Yet even in this context, people die within seconds.

An Mo couldn't imagine what the world would look like when the apocalypse was reaching its climax and zombies would overwhelm the sky like locusts.

Ridiculous?No, maybe worse.

Arriving at the sixth floor, An Mo managed to regain some strength and forced Xin Lang to let him down.The zombies were under control, so they were not in a hurry. The two walked slowly and carefully towards the end of the corridor on the sixth floor. There were low cries and panting from there. It was obvious that the soldiers guarded a room and were lingering in it at the moment. .

Xu Shi, the gatekeeper, heard the voice, and immediately poked his head out vigilantly. When he realized that there were two people walking over, he was stunned in place, his eyes widened.

"Su, Colonel Su!" He whispered, and several other people in the room responded.

There are several heads popping out of the door, looking a little cute from afar.

For the sake of acting, An Mo made a shush gesture to them from a long distance away. They nodded desperately, and shrank back one by one in fright.

When An Mo and Xin Lang entered the room they were guarding, they realized that not all the people who survived inside were soldiers, and there were two people in ordinary casual clothes, who should be survivors from the previous building.

What's more, a soldier was injured and lying on a makeshift cot in the corner covered in blood.

"Injured?" An Mo saw the soldier for the first time, and was about to go over to check the situation, but Xin Lang stretched out his hand to stop him.

The others nodded, and one of the soldiers said in a hoarse voice: "I was scratched, not bitten. I don't know if there is a virus..."

Being scratched will also change.

When he got closer, An Mo realized that the soldier's hands and feet were tied up, and even his head was covered with cloth.At this moment, he was panting slightly, and his breathing was fairly steady. The virus should not have spread yet.

The soldier was basically hopeless, because he didn't know when he was scratched or where he was scratched, so even if he wanted to make amends, it was too late.

He patted Xin Lang's hand reassuringly, and while walking towards the soldiers, he asked the people beside him, "Where did you get scratched?"

"Blood on the side of the waist."

side waist...

An Mo paused, and thought that if it was hands and feet, the cruelest method could be amputation to prevent the virus from spreading to the brain.

"There is no other way." An Mo said softly. Looking at these young soldiers, he couldn't help but soften his voice, and said, "When we leave later, we..."

"Give me a good time." A hoarse voice came from under the fabric, choked with sobs, "I don't want to become that kind of thing, please."

The moment he heard that voice, An Mo froze.

He took a sudden step forward, stretched out his hand and lifted the cloth covering the wounded soldier's head.

Under the dark fabric, the abnormally bluish-white face came into view.

An Mo's voice trembled, and he said slowly, "Xiaoshi?"