16 years

When Fu Yan went upstairs, he didn't search the first floor like a carpet. Now it seems that the fish that slipped through the net probably escaped from some corner.

He took a quick glance and found that five adults in civilian clothes were surrounding a three-person team. Because it was a rescue mission, they didn't carry too many weapons and only had one gun in their hands. The wounded citizen" was unable to shoot and was trying to contain the person as harmlessly as possible.

It's just that the incident probably happened suddenly. I don't know if it was the three people's carelessness or the three people couldn't control the mutated zombies in a short time. When Fu Yan jumped down, one of the men's necks had already shown obvious scars. Bite wounds.

Thin threads of blood remained along his neck and soaked into the black combat uniform.

The situation was even worse than Fu Yan had imagined. The number of zombies was greater than the number of special police officers. One of the two young police officers was pressed against the railing on the first floor, and his waist was bent back in an almost terrifying arc. The adult zombies entangled and retreated to the disabled escalator, feeling that they were in danger of falling.

It was the injured one, and there were no zombies around him.

The special police did not dare to kill the "injured" because of human rights and order tasks, and even feared that it would cause secondary harm.However, Fu Yan didn't care that much, he almost challenged the reflex to load the gun, and blasted the back of the head of a young zombie on the outside from a long distance away.

The brain burst out from the man's back, and the blood sprayed all over the ground. The young zombie in the hoodie swayed in place, as if it had been cut off, and hit the ground with a bang.

He acted so quickly that he didn't even react to the special police next to him.Fu Yan then tucked the gun back behind his back, lowered his half-short body and slid on the tiled floor, and within two seconds, he came close.

It wasn't until then that the other party realized what was happening, and said in surprise and anger: "Without an order, how could you kill the injured citizens at will!"

Fu Yan was not sullen about this accusation, on the contrary, he was the person who could best understand the other party's reaction.

In the early days of the last life, he himself was exactly the same as the other party. He cared about orders and the bottom line—caring about life may be a certain instinct in human DNA. The cause of like-mindedness begets compassion.

But in just half a month, reality taught him what is called "choosing".

If the carrion is not gouged out, more people will only "rot" because of the carrion.

"Sorry." Fu Yan said, "But now is not the time to explain."

As Fu Yan said, he shrank his neck and turned around. He knocked away a zombie with the back of the thickest cloth. In the hands of zombies.

His muscular instinct is obviously the best proof of that memory. Fu Yan drew his hand very quickly, and retreated before the opponent closed his teeth, without scratching the skin at all.

Immediately afterwards, he involuntarily pulled the person to slide two positions to the side, drew out the gun with one hand, and shot the two zombies in front of him neatly.

After such a short time, the two remaining zombies beside the escalator were also pressed face down on the ground, and the two special police officers knelt down behind them and had to use handcuffs.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, so Fu Yan had the time to look back at the two zombies he had just killed.The two zombies, a man and a woman, looked very young, wearing similar clothes, they seemed to be a couple.

They haven't mutated for a long time, and their skin hasn't stiffened into that horrible bluish-white color yet, with a soft aura.If you don't look closely at their cloudy and diffuse eyeballs, it's hard to tell whether they have really mutated.

Fu Yan acted vigorously and killed three people within a minute of his appearance. For those special police who didn't know the situation, the truth was a bit too shocking.

So before he turned his head, he heard the crisp sound of a bullet being loaded from behind.Fu Yan sighed, tucked the gun back to his waist, and turned around with his hands raised, indicating that he was not in danger.

"Why didn't you make a report and shoot directly?" asked the leading special police officer.

"I judge that the situation has reached an emergency." Fu Yan's tone was very calm: "If my judgment is proved to be wrong later, I am willing to go to a military court."

The other party obviously knew his identity before, and they looked at each other, with some hesitation in their eyes.

"You have also seen that these things can bite people." Seeing their muzzles drooping, Fu Yan put down his hands, took out a spare magazine from his pocket, looked at it, and then said: "If you are bitten, you will be infected. The infection rate is already [-]% - infected people will become the kind of monsters that only want to bite people."

"But--"

"I know what you want to say, but don't take chances." Fu Yan said, carefully checking whether there was blood on the coat, and then smoothed the wrinkled cuffs just now, and finally took out the gun from behind again.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and carefully rubbed the barrel of the gun with his thumb, as if he was checking something, and also seemed to be shaking imperceptibly.

Fu Yan couldn't tell them that those mutations and infections were cruel and irreversible. In his previous life, so many scientific researchers gathered together day and night to study, and before his death, the research was nothing.Vaccines, specific medicines, nothing. This virus seems to have appeared out of thin air, with no origin and no destination. They suddenly descended like Pandora's demon seeds, and then took root in everyone, freely growing into completely different appearances.

Maybe they have mother plants and anchor points, but in the past life, so many manpower and material resources have been spent searching for them, but in the end it was just futile.

These things will eat away at the human brain in the shortest possible time. Before the human body "die", they have already reached the condition of brain death.

As for why the zombies can still move normally after "death", Fu Yan doesn't know, but the only thing that is clear is that once infected, Fu Yan doesn't think these young people in front of him will have to wait until the day they develop a cure.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind, and his subordinates quickly pulled the safety and loaded it, aiming the gun at the injured special police officer.

Immediately afterwards, the two guns were aimed at him again almost instantly, and the young special police officer by the escalator shouted, "Put down the gun!"

"My principle is not to kill teammates, no matter what happens." Fu Yan stared at the injured without blinking, and said, "But you have to disarm and go out for treatment."

Fu Yan paused, and added: "Right now."

Fu Yan couldn't say such a cruel word "give up" in front of these ignorant young people - he is a soldier himself, and abandoning his companions is against his bottom line, even though he has made such a choice too many times , but every time it appeared, the entangled pain was still fresh, without numbness at all.

Fu Yan was not very proficient in this business. In their previous lives, they were almost used to disarming themselves and leaving the team once they were injured, acting alone.There is a sort of tacit understanding on the part of all, and it is almost never asked for.

His behavior was unreasonable, but fortunately, what he said was not unpleasant, the other party's tight shoulders and back line quickly relaxed, nodded, and agreed.

"Yes," he said.

"That won't work." The young special police officer just stopped him and said, "Our captain has disarmed, what should we do if we encounter danger when we go out?"

"I'll take him out." Fu Yan said quickly, "Send him to the ambulance."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he lowered the muzzle of the gun first, and walked over to hold the opponent's arm.His skills are very good, as if he is half-supporting the opponent, but also seems to be restraining him. It seems that as long as he has a tendency to mutate, Fu Yan can push him to the ground with his elbows at any time, and then follow his head. Like a shot.

"You don't have to be so vigilant." The special police captain gave a wry smile and said, "Even if this thing is infected, it's impossible for me to be normal one second and suddenly crazy the next second."

Fu Yan glanced at him, relaxed slightly, and said, "I'm used to it."

I don't know if the other party is a talkative character or he also started to get nervous after being bitten. His eyes drifted unconsciously for a moment, and finally he couldn't help it, and asked: "How long will it take me to become like that... I don't know why, you seem to see Seems to understand better than we do?"

"Soon." Fu Yan replied honestly, as if he didn't know how to write the word "hospice care", "It's as fast as ten minutes, and as slow as a day."

"You said, can this be cured?" the other party asked.

Fu Yan didn't answer these words, just stared at him silently.The SWAT captain sensed something tragic in his long silence, so he forced a smile again.

"You are a real person, brother." He said, "I don't regret it, I thought of wearing this outfit a long time ago. It's just that I thought I was dying for the country, but I didn't expect that I was bitten to death by rabies in the end."

The wound on the man's neck began to turn black. From such a close distance, Fu Yan could already smell the rancid smell emanating from there. He looked away a little, and opened the safety with his thumb.

"Regret?" Fu Yan asked.

"I don't regret it." The man waved his hand, wiped the dark brown blood on the side of his neck casually, and said through gritted teeth: "Defending the home and defending the country, charging forward, it's meaningless to care about whether it's worth it... and it's either me or someone else. The kid is only in his early twenties."

Fu Yan looked at him quietly. The other party may not have noticed that the wound on his neck was rapidly turning pale bluish white, the speed of blood flow slowed down, and the outer circles of the eyeballs began to diffuse a kind of mist-like flocculent. things.

Fu Yanchui's hand beside him tightly clenched the gun.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered his former teammates.After the apocalypse, the loss of fighter jets is too great, except for extremely long-range missions, he has almost no chance to go to the sky.

He was incorporated into the special operations team, and the members were still the same as before, but changed from flying in the sky to running underground. His vice-captain had fun in bitterness several times, and even complained that it was a downgrade in salary.

Later, some of these people were dead or wounded, and some became zombies and voluntarily submerged into the crowd, becoming one of the walking dead, but most of them had only one last wish.

"Brother." The voice of the special police captain overlapped with Fu Yan's memory: "Give me a shot."