16 years

Along the northwest route of country C, three dusty off-road trucks turned over the rugged mountain road, drove in the wilderness for two hours, and finally stopped at the gate of a large factory with a dilapidated door number.

A very young man got out of the car in the middle, wearing a slim windbreaker, stepping on a pair of military boots, and a shiny diamond watch on his wrist. Young rich man traveling.

He does not appear to be from country C, his face has extremely obvious western features, he has a pair of unforgettable dark green eyes, his hair is slightly long, and is tied behind his head with a plain rubber band. Eye-catching looks.

A tall and burly mercenary followed from the driver's seat, and the remaining two cars quickly opened the doors, but the man waved his hand at the back, indicating that they don't need to follow him.

The man gathered his neckline, bent slightly to avoid a gust of mountain wind, and walked into the factory with his "driver".

He entered the door with his front foot, and several people in white coats greeted him with his back foot, calling him "Boss" respectfully.

The mercenary took a step back silently, and then walked alone into the depths of the abandoned factory. The man didn't follow him, but just put his hands in his pockets, pacing around the gate of the abandoned factory like a leisurely stroll. for a while.

Several people around him gathered spontaneously and formed two or three small circles around him according to their positions.

The middle-aged man who was the leader glanced at his expression carefully, weighed it nervously, and communicated with him in the dialect of country A: "There is still no news over there... The internal information investigation has ended, and it is confirmed that Shao Xuefan has nothing to lose." Don’t worry about the way to know the core documents.”

"Has the leaker been found?" the man said lightly.

"Found it." The middle-aged man said, "It's the two researchers from Group B...it's been dealt with."

The man smiled half-smile, unable to tell if he was satisfied or what, he snorted inexplicably, as if he had heard it.

He looked very friendly, but the middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat for no reason, and said quickly: "Don't worry, all the core samples are in our hands, and none of them have been leaked. Even if Shao Xuefan knows the news, there will be no any effect."

"Didn't he come up with B-92?" The man said, "Why, the strain he bred so much is useless?"

Shao Xuefan's cultivation base is not a secret. He fights alone, and all actions must be approved. The moss cultivation base is so big that it is not difficult to find it.

As early as ten days ago, they had obtained the moss samples and came back to do corresponding comparative research.

"Don't worry." The middle-aged man said: "Shao Xuefan doesn't have a 'base' in his hand. B-92 can be seen or not used. No matter how many samples are given to him, he can't research anything."

"Oh, I see." The man smiled with his eyes bent, bent slightly towards him to get closer, and asked kindly: "So, if I let them find the 'petri dish', I'm going to be in big trouble ?”

The middle-aged man was choked by him, saying it was wrong, and it was wrong, cold sweat broke out layer by layer on his back.

But soon, the man stood up straight by himself, and brushed off the thin ash that didn't exist on his shoulders.

"I'm just kidding." The man said lightly, "I will inform the 'training team' to retreat as soon as possible, and you should also be prepared to retreat."

While the man was talking, the mercenary went back and forth. He was carrying a one-meter-square silver box in his hand. The box was covered with a transparent anti-collision shell, which looked very expensive.

The man took the box from him, opened the lock with one hand, looked inside, counted the number of "samples" left inside, then closed the box with satisfaction, and handed it over to the mercenary beside him .

"There's still no response?" the man asked.

"...No." The middle-aged man shook his head and said hesitantly, "They refused to hand over Shao Xuefan."

"It's so cruel." The man sighed with emotion: "After all, he is also a comrade-in-arms, so if you don't want it, then you don't want it."

The middle-aged man didn't dare to talk. The man kicked the gravel with his toe in boredom, and said lightly: "If Shao Xuefan can't find it, then go discuss it with the kid again. Tell him that as long as we cooperate, the conditions are easy to negotiate."

The middle-aged man even claimed to be.

"Pay attention to the time limit." The man said with a smile, "I don't want the human race to become extinct before the special medicine is developed."

He sighed again as he spoke, and said with sincere regret: "Shao Xuefan is really a genius, I shouldn't have let him go."

The man turned around as he spoke, and drifted away with the taciturn mercenary just like when he came. The roar of the vehicle gradually faded away, and the middle-aged man's tight shoulders loosened without a trace, obliterating a layer of mercenaries. cold sweat.

He watched the men's convoy out of sight, then took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, and gave instructions to the other side.

"Talk to him again, the boss said, the conditions are up to him."

This abandoned factory used to be a pharmaceutical factory of a foreign company. Its profits have been hovering around the bankruptcy line all year round, and it is very inconspicuous in the relevant directory.

Although the outside looks like a haunted house, it has never been closed down, but has continued to operate.

— along with its three-storey basement, which is dark and dark.

In the "confinement room" facing north on the third basement floor, Fang Sining was trying his best to wrap all the available clothes on Shao Qiu's body.

In the damp and cold basement, Fang Sining was left with only a thin pair of shorts, but even so, the situation was still not very optimistic.

"Xiaoqiu." Fang Sining patted his face and called him softly, "Can you hear me?"

Shao Qiu was ignorant and unresponsive, only his breathing was heavy like an old broken bellows in the countryside, bringing out scorching heat.

Fang Sining gritted her teeth, helped him sit up from the cold concrete floor, hugged him in his arms, and tucked the cloth strips twisted into his T-shirt under his neck.

Shao Qiu's high fever persisted, and he could occasionally give him a little reaction a few days ago, but now he can't wake up, it feels like he can fry eggs on a flat surface, but the basement is so dark, Fang Sining doesn't even know that he has had a fever for a few days.

Fang Sining knew in his heart that he was not suffering from a common cold, but a physiological reaction to some kind of hallucinogenic drug. It was difficult to solve the problem with such a simple method as "sweating".But now he is a prisoner like Shao Qiu, there is really no other way.

Fang Sining knew that the people who caught them had something to do with the zombie virus outside.These days, they mentioned Fang Sining several times, both openly and secretly, and wanted to "recruit" him into the scientific research team to help decode Shao Xuefan's pharmaceutical research in recent years - but Fang Sining refused.

He couldn't agree, Fang Sining knew very well that once they got the information they wanted, the "exchange" between Shao Qiu and Shao Xuefan would be unnecessary, and they would abandon Shao Qiu as a burden without hesitation and give up the high-risk operation.

This group of people is not from country C, there are scientific researchers from all over the world, and there are also a group of mercenaries standing guard. Fang Sining was threatened and mentioned three or five times by them, but he gritted his teeth and did not let go.

Probably because they still have scruples, so even if Fang Sining disobeyed them repeatedly, they didn't do anything to Fang Sining.

But in comparison, Shao Qiu was obviously not treated so well.

They probably discovered that Fang Sining's attitude towards this lieutenant colonel was unusual, and adopted several devious policies. Apart from the usual interrogation of Shao Qiu to inquire about the internal affairs of the military region, they also wanted him to help "persuade" Fang Sining.

Shao Qiu's bones were tougher than his temper, and he was even more unlikely to give in. After a few times, he became unbearable.

Fang Sining spoke softly, couldn't do anything, and was so distressed that he wanted to let go several times, but because he held Shao Qiu's life tightly in his hands, he forcibly held back.

Fortunately, those people were also afraid of killing Shao Qiuzhen, so they didn't come here again recently.

"Xiaoqiu." Fang Sining hugged him a little tighter, tucked all the places where he could get through with cloth, and called his name loudly.

He himself was shivering from the cold, and from time to time he pressed his cold palms against Shao Qiu's forehead and palms, trying to cool him down, and occasionally called him twice, hoping to respond.

However, Shao Qiu leaned limply on his shoulder, frowning tightly, without any consciousness.

Fang Sining's heart beat suddenly, he was terrified to death, many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

I can't let him die, Fang Sining thought, I finally saw him again, and I haven't made it up to him yet.

Fang Sining faced an extremely difficult choice - agree to those people, they might silence Shao Qiu, but don't agree to them, Shao Qiu might not be able to hold on now.

There was a war between heaven and man in his heart, and he didn't know whether to choose long-term pain or short-term pain.

"Xiaoqiu, what should I do." Fang Sining pressed the back of his cold hand against Shao Qiu's hot face, and asked him in a low voice: "I can't let you die, I'm afraid."

Shao Qiu obviously couldn't answer him, Fang Sining hugged his hot body tightly, and said in a panic: "I know you won't agree...but I can't help it, don't blame me if you wake up."

After saying this, Fang Sining gritted his teeth and apologized to Shao Xuefan in his heart.

What long-term pain and short-term pain, Fang Sining thought, one more day of struggle is also one day.

He made up his mind in his heart, and for no reason a little ruthlessness arose in his heart, and he was about to put Shao Qiu down to call for someone, but by coincidence, there was a soft knock on the iron gate not far away, and someone stepped down from it.

A scientific researcher in uniform held the experimental materials in his hand, and led a mercenary who was big and three rough to the door of the confinement room, and knocked politely on the railing.

"Mr. Fang, I think we can talk about the previous issue—"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Sining interrupted him sharply.

"Give me medicine!"

The researcher had never heard him so hoarse, so he couldn't help but froze.

"Give me the medicine!" Fang Sining repeated again, and said fiercely: "Otherwise I will die with him, and you don't want anything!"