Ancient Gene [End Times]

Everyone on the wall was frightened, Ke Chenguang jumped off the wall, and at the same time He Siming ran over.

Ke Chenguang turned around and kicked the giant dog on the nose with a whip leg. The giant dog screamed in pain and let go of Qin An in its mouth. He Siming came after him, staring at a pair of red eyes, and punched hard Eyes of giant dogs.The dog took two steps back in pain. At this moment, He Siming's nails suddenly grew by half a centimeter, and he moved forward and directly inserted them into the giant dog's ears.

The mutated giant dog lost its mind but still felt the pain. Its weak points were hit hard one after another.

"Anzi! Qin An!" He Siming hugged Qin An and patted his face hard, but at this moment his eyes were tightly closed, and his gray complexion made He Siming's liver rip apart with fright.

Dr. Dongye came down from the wall and said a few words in Japanese to He Siming.Xiaoling then rushed over and told He Siming to put Qin An down first, and Doctor Dongye would stop the bleeding for him.

He Siming's face was a little dull, he forced himself to calm down, and then put Qin An down.

Dr. Dongye opened his medical bag and began to do some simple first aid. Ke Chenguang called two people to enter the yard together, removed the door of the hut next to him and carried it over to serve as a stretcher. The two strong men went to find a clean room , carried Qin An in.

Doctor Dongye only left Xiaoling and Xiaosun to help in the room, and everyone else was waiting outside. He Siming waited anxiously outside, and used the walkie-talkie to contact the nearby military region, hoping to go back as soon as possible so as to give Qin An better treatment.

A full half an hour passed, and He Siming didn't wait for Qin An's door to open, and he didn't see anyone who came to meet him.

Anxiously, He Siming dialed again and again, and in a blink of an eye, he heard the creepy crowing of pigeons in the sky.

Outside the window, pigeons weighed down like dark clouds.

There are several pigeon farms in the local area, an otherwise inconspicuous gadget that is now blocking all action.

The pigeons kept bumping against the windows, because the pigeons had lost the shelter once, and the people were a little flustered. Ke Chenguang tried to stabilize their emotions, but someone suddenly said: "Why are you pretending to be a good person? If you didn't let Xiaoqin go, something would happen. !"

Then someone gave him a hand and motioned him not to cause trouble.

He Siming raised his eyes and glanced at Ke Chenguang. Ke Chenguang didn't speak, but also looked at He Siming.

Ke Chenguang noticed just now that when dealing with the giant dog, the two strikes by He Siming were very unusual.

He Siming was the first to shift his gaze away, looking at the cracked windows, and said, "There are so many pigeons, let's move to a safer place."

This is the house on the edge of the warehouse, where the employees should live.Although the freezer was opened, there are only a few people there to clean up the place.The temperature in the cold storage is low, and the things are complicated, so people need to live carefully.

In addition, everyone is very concerned about Qin An's safety, so they are all surrounded here.

Ke Chenguang said: "It's too dangerous to go out now. According to previous experience, the pigeons should leave soon. Everyone, what kind of clothes and quilts, or metal pots and cooking utensils are all blocked on the windows! Move quickly!"

Although the people brought by He Siming were well equipped, they were powerless to face the flock of birds.But at this time, he still rushed to the front, took the things in other people's hands, covered the window and put it on top.

Some cooking utensils were found in the house, and someone directly chopped the cabinet into wooden boards, brought them over and pressed them on the windows.

The glass here is not strong, but with such a thick layer of blocking, pigeons will not be able to get in for a while.At that time, they will fly to other places, as long as they survive this for a while.

The door that had been closed for a long time finally opened. He Siming pricked up his ears, and when he heard the voice from here, he immediately stepped forward.

"How's it going!"

The first aid for nearly an hour was still under poor conditions.Dr. Dongye was a little tired, so he said a few words in a low voice, and Xiaoling on the side acted as an interpreter: "The wound is too deep, it hurts the kidney and liver, and he lost a lot of blood. There is no medical condition, and there is no way to give him a blood transfusion. I have done everything I can, and people are afraid that..."

He Siming was stunned, the corners of his lips twitched, and he showed an ugly smile: "How is it possible, this kid is dying."

Dr. Dongye had seen too much life and death, and he didn't know how to comfort him at this time. He was also very sad because he couldn't do anything after two consecutive surgeries.

Xiao Sun stood far away when he left the door, looked up at the people around him, and then lowered his head.Among this group of people, Xiao Sun and Qin An got along the most. Now that Qin An can't save her, she is also very sad.

Xiaoling said: "He's awake, go in and have a look. Now...you should still have the strength to talk."

He Siming bypassed the two of them and entered the small door that he had been staring at for a long time.

The pungent smell of disinfectant drilled into the nose, and the eyes were dazzling red.In a basin on the side, there is cotton that has been wiped with blood.

At this moment, Qin An's eyes were squinted and his face was pale. Only the slightly heaving chest told He Siming that he was still alive.

Before Qin An fell into a coma, he felt that he heard He Siming's voice, but he was still not sure. Now he saw He Siming and smiled slightly.

"You came."

With a sore nose, He Siming walked over and touched Qin An's fingers, feeling flustered.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Fortunately, I don't feel anything." At this time, Qin An was having a hard time concentrating, and he couldn't care less about the pain: "I've been thinking for the past few days whether I can live long enough to see you. Is this gone? ?”

He Siming took a breath, as if countless small knives were sucked into his lungs.

"Frightened?"

"It's not bad. It's quite exciting." Qin An laughed twice, but pulled the wound, and frowned.

He Siming held Qin An's hand tightly: "Are...are you afraid of death?"

"In this world, dead people are too normal. Am I dying?" Qin An was surprisingly calm when he asked this question.

He Siming sniffed, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Qin An could feel the loss of his own strength, and he couldn't lift a little strength all over his body: "If you die, you will die. In this world, it is a blessing to die early."

"I don't want you to die." He Siming choked up.

"Then you won't die." With these words, Qin An let out a bit of strength.

Feeling that Qin An's breathing became weaker, He Siming clenched his fists, bent down, and looked at Qin An's facial features carefully: "Anzi, are you afraid of becoming a monster?"

Qin An wanted to think, but his consciousness was slackened, his eyes were difficult to focus, and his hand was still trying to hold him back.

He Siming continued: "There is a way, although it is not absolutely sure, but Qin An, let's try it."

Qin An narrowed his eyes and lost his expression, and He Siming could feel that the vitality of life was fading.

Wiping the tears off his face, he took out a box from the hidden bag under his clothes, and took out a test tube from it.

Trembling, holding the needle, pumped out the liquid in the test tube, looked at Qin An, and kissed his forehead lightly.

"Survive."

The syringe stuck into Qin An's skin, and the liquid was injected into it. He Siming put away the test tube and syringe, and looked at Qin An anxiously.

A full hour passed, and the stagnant chest rose and fell again. He Siming was overjoyed, and called Qin An's name twice.

At this moment, He Siming saw that blue lines began to spread on Qin An's skin, and the speed of this spread was very fast. Within a minute, the skin had a grayish-blue color.

The liquid He Siming injected into him was just a test product. Although it was the condensed result of decades of research, its function was still unpredictable.It is possible to become a so-called superhuman, or it may become a monster that loses its mind.

He Siming is the lucky former, and he hopes Qin An is too.

Suddenly, Qin An opened his eyes, his eyes were round and full of bloodshot eyes.

The fingers are grasping, moving randomly in a shape close to twisting.

He Siming grabbed Qin An's hand: "An Zi! An Zi, wake up!"

Several hoarse roars came from Qin An's throat, He Siming stretched out his hand to caress Qin An's gray face, a little at a loss.

At this time, the door just opened: "What's wrong?"

"Get out!" He Siming pressed on Qin An's body for a moment, trying to block his body as much as possible.

Ke Chenguang closed the door and frowned.His eyes should not be mistaken, just now, he seemed to see Qin An's face was gray and blue.

Normally speaking, it should be in a state of poisoning or low temperature.Could it be that the giant dog is poisonous?

When He Siming saw the door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief when Qin An suddenly put his hands together and hugged He Siming tightly. The veins on Qin An's neck and forehead bulged out, as if he had changed ferociously.

"It hurts! It hurts!" Qin An whispered unconsciously, accompanied by a strange throat sound.

"Soon, Anzi... just hold on." He Siming smoothed his sweaty hair, looking at his distorted face with distress.

"Um……"

When He Siming's arm hurt, Qin An bit his arm without warning, and the bite was heavy, as if biting off flesh.

He Siming didn't struggle, but watched Qin An's struggle and let him bite down.

The whole process lasted 10 minutes.He Siming's blood flowed down Qin An's lips, staining half of his face red.

The bluish gray gradually faded, and Qin An's face finally had the blood that some people should have.

"It's okay, it's okay again..." He Siming's hand was loosened by Qin An, and when he heard the sound of even breathing, He Siming was completely relieved, still lying on Qin An's body, nestling in his arm Li cried.

For the first time, I felt that death is so terrible.Worse than dying yourself.

Qin An fell asleep, but the wound on his body was slowly recovering.He Siming has experience in this area, and he knows that being able to sleep soundly at this time means that Qin An has withstood the reagent.

This condensed the world's top-level genetic intelligence, and it really didn't disappoint him.

There are three reagents in total, He Siming used one before, and now Qin An uses one.The last one left is enough to hand in the task.

He Siming just walked out of the house. At this time, the pigeon had already left, and several people were cleaning up the mess.