This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

The auto repair shop after the war was messy everywhere, and everything hadn’t been cleaned up yet. Mijingtang pulled Zou Lang over, gritted his teeth in his ear, and said, “I’m also selfish. Before you mutated, you had to be with me every minute and every second. Stay together obediently!"

Then he turned his head, took a deep breath, calmed down, and told Zou Lang, "Come with me. Don't say anything."

The two of them walked all the way to the front of No. [-] car. Brother Huya from No. [-] was excited. When he saw the two of them coming over, he gave a military salute, "Captain! Vice-team! Thank you! You are the heroes of our City K."

"No thanks, we should." Mijingtang replied, if possible, he would rather not have the title of hero in exchange for Zou Lang's life.

Then Mijingtang said again, "Let's take down our luggage. Since there are not many follow-up things here, we will leave first."

"This... I have to treat your wounds or something." The number ten brother scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. It stands to reason that there will be a celebration banquet later, and once the cleaning is completed, the media will come over , Reporting this exciting victory, he didn't know if it was appropriate to let the two go.

"I'm fine." Knowing that he was in trouble, Mijingtang said again: "We have greeted Deputy Mayor Liang before, and if he asks, you can say that you can't stop him. We really didn't sleep last night, I don’t have the energy to help you deal with the follow-up.”

Zou Lang followed behind him, not daring to speak, and nodded.

Hearing Mijingtang's firm tone, the little brother opened the trunk door for them.

Mijingtang and Zou Lang took the bag, put some equipment and the walkie-talkie into the trunk, and walked along the car factory without saying goodbye to the others.

The street outside was sluggish all the way, and a rescue team was shuttled on the road. Looking at the rescue uniforms and blood stains on the two of them, they knew that they had just retreated from the front line and did not interrogate them.

All the blocks were gradually cleaned up to check if there were any scattered zombies. Later, the civilians hiding in the rescue safe house were also released one after another.

As the zombies on the road were cleared, the number of people gradually increased. They were like two fish swimming in the sea of ​​people.

While suppressing the feelings in his heart, Mijingtang was nervous and pulled Zou Lang, not daring to take his eyes off Zou Lang's body for a moment, and the two of them walked all the way to a hotel that had just opened.

Mijingtang hesitated for a moment, and then walked in. There was a fat man at the front desk, who had obviously just come out of the safe room and was still sorting things out.

Mijingtang took out his and Zou Lang's IDs and said, "The two of us, let's check in. Get a room."

The little fat man saw that both of them were wearing rescue suits, so he didn't dare to refuse directly, but was wondering: "Brothers, according to the regulations, all hotels in the city are currently closed. Except for the guests who have already checked in, new guests must It will take 24 hours to process…”

It was only then that Mijingtang remembered that in order to avoid the spread of zombification after the end of the world, a series of detailed rules were promulgated, and this was one of them. Moreover, these three districts should still be locked down, and people can only enter but not exit.He was a little dazed just now, and he has been in the military camp since the end of the world, and he has never stayed in a hotel. He even forgot these rules, and he felt a little sour in his heart.

Knowing what he was thinking, Zou Lang patted him lightly and said, "Let's go."

He is still conscious now, but he doesn't know how long he has left.

"Let them live." Suddenly a man's voice came from behind.

Mijingtang and Zou Lang looked up and saw a middle-aged man walking in.

Zou Lang exclaimed in surprise, "Qin...Boss Qin."

A day ago, they met by chance, but they didn't expect to meet here again a day later.

Boss Qin explained to the little fat man, "They are my friends, so you don't need to write them down in the registration book. You will be given the best room for them, and the cost will be calculated."

Only then did the little fat man start making room cards.

Boss Qin turned his head and explained to the two, "I opened some hotel chains before the end of the world, and there are businesses in every city. If it wasn't for going to the hotel in city b to deal with the problem this time, I wouldn't have gotten on that bus." He After a pause, he added, "I just heard the news, thank you."

Yujingtang glanced at Zou Lang, seeing that his face remained unchanged, and said, "Thank you, Boss Qin, we won't cause you any trouble."

Boss Qin said: "You have saved my life and the people of this city, you should."

While the few people were talking, the little fat man made the key card and handed it to Mijingtang.

Mijingtang dragged Zou Lang all the way upstairs, swiped the door card, and as soon as he entered the door, Mijingtang locked all the insurances and locks together, turned on the do not disturb light, then he walked to the window and drew the curtains.

As soon as Zou Lang put down the bag, Mijingtang suddenly pressed him against the wall vigorously.

When handing in the equipment just now, Mijingtang missed a gun and two bullets. At this time, the bullet was loaded and the safety was pulled, and he was holding it in his hand, resting on Zou Lang's jaw.

If Zou Lang suddenly turned into a zombie, he would shoot him. If Zou Lang bit him before turning into a zombie, he would keep one for himself.

Then Mijingtang said three words to Zou Lang: "Take off your clothes."

The two had just experienced a bloody battle, and they were covered in blood. Zou Lang took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, went to the bathroom to wash them briefly, and came out after changing into clean clothes. Yujingtang still held the gun in his hand, and looked Looking at the wound on the side of his neck, I pressed it lightly. The blood had solidified, but the tooth marks were still clear.

The wound was real and not a nightmare. Even if they didn't turn into zombies for a while, they still had to face this problem.

Time passed minute by minute, and now it has been more than two hours since Zou Lang was bitten. According to all current records, the latest attack time is within 24 hours.Their time is running out.

He said to him again: "Lie down on the bed."

Zou Lang was obedient, and Mijingtang took out the military rope from his bag, and tied his hands firmly to the sides of the bed.

Mijingdou put the gun on the bedside, took off his clothes, and washed himself.

After 10 minutes he came out wet.Putting on a white shirt, he picked up the gun next to the bed.

Then Mijingtang knelt on the bed, covered the wound on his side with one hand, and looked down at Zou Lang condescendingly. His mouth was slightly pursed and stretched into a line.The eyes are complicated, like cold, with ice inside, without any emotion; and like hot, burning a ball of fire.

A line of water stains slowly slid down from the hair on his forehead, slid over the end of his eyebrows, slid over the red corners of his eyes, and slid over the inconspicuous tear mole at the end of his eyes, like a crystal tear, slid across his cheeks, His lower jaw finally fell on Zou Lang's body.

Zou Lang lay on the bed and looked at him, feeling that this kind of Mijingtang was both familiar and unfamiliar, "Instructor...I..."

Mijingdou didn't wait for him to finish speaking before he lowered his body, gnawing at his prey like a wild beast.The nameplate on his neck was connected with the nut at this time, and it fell coldly on Zou Lang's chest, colliding with each other from time to time and making soft noises.

The gun in his hand was pressed against Zou Lang's forehead.The trigger could be pulled at any time.

He was like a hungry zombie, wanting to swallow Zou Lang's body and blood in his stomach.

When the kiss came to his lips, Zou Lang tilted his head and said, "Don't kiss me, maybe saliva can be contagious."

Mijingtang paused for a moment, then kissed his forehead.

Zou Lang raised his eyes to look at him, tried his best to smile and said, "Instructor, I didn't expect you to be sarcastic and blush when teased. I really can't see it, but this time you are so crazy."

Mijingtang pressed the black muzzle of the gun to Zou Lang's forehead, and shouted hoarsely, "Shut up."

At this moment, all moral etiquette and concerns were left behind by Mijingtang.

In the past, he has always been passive emotionally.

It seems that all the courage in life is used in life and death on the battlefield, life and death fights.

But his indomitable spirit is engraved in his blood, and when he turns around to seize this feeling, he is no longer afraid.

Along the way, they went through the hail of bullets together, even though their bodies were scarred, their hearts stuck closer and closer together.

There is no skill, no tenderness, only savage nature and primitive impulse.

He just desperately wanted to be with this man.Even if the body is smashed to pieces, even if it is falling into the abyss, there will be no redemption.

He was eager to occupy the territory and swear sovereignty.

Mijing Tangfang has never indulged himself like this before, like the carnival of the last few hours before the end, regardless of the consequences.

Everything is like a dream, like poppies blooming suddenly, like old wine, like fleeting fireworks, although sour, it is extremely beautiful, but it makes people addicted.

The wound on the flank tore open again, staining the sheets red.

Fingers folded and grasped tightly.

Others are here, but their souls are unsheathed.

Live to death, live to die.

No matter how old or young he is, this is the person he loves the most in this life, but he may turn into a zombie at any time and become an emotionless monster.

Grief and love were entangled together, swallowing him whole like a giant beast.

He was kidnapped by this ruffian with a nut, and his body was torn into thousands of pieces.

When it's time to die, this life is to be so indulgent, so that you won't regret it.

"Do you have any last words?" Mijingtang clenched the gun in his hand, and asked in Zou Lang's ear.

Zou Lang smiled lightly, "No matter what happens in the future, promise me that you will live a good life."

"Zou Lang..." Mijingtang read these two words lightly, like a spell ensnaring himself firmly, if possible, he didn't want to say goodbye.