Cheng Qianxun did not go over and stood there looking at the small corpse lying on top of the many corpses in the cage until all the living zombies were removed.
Other regular troops sprinkled gasoline on it and informed them that they could evacuate.
After getting on the aircraft and looking out the glass window, a regular soldier started spraying the cage with a flame gun.
The flames immediately surpassed the top of the cage, with thick black smoke billowing from above.
Anyway, there are still five samples left, and all these corpses must be burned to prevent secondary contamination.
"Everyone, this operation is declared to be successfully completed.
Thank you for your efforts..."
A video message from the secretary came from the hood, saying that they could be disbanded upon arrival, and also said some words of recognition for their loyalty and bravery. .
Cheng Qianxun didn't listen to a word.
Anyway, these words were meant for ghosts to hear.
She was no longer a fool.
We have already flown to the mid-to-high-rise area.
The sunset is slowly sinking on the distant horizon, and the sky is getting darker and darker.
The dark red sun is like a salted egg yolk, but it is still so bright.
The ruins of the old city against the background create a sense of loneliness and solemnity.
The aircraft entered the parking garage specially prepared for regular troops.
After getting off the aircraft, everyone took off their helmets.
She also took it off and felt that the roots of her hair were all wet.
The helmet has many functions, but it is too hot and stuffy, just like a racing driver and has to wear it.
The other soldiers, all male, glanced at her a few times.
Hank came over and said, "Are you okay?"
She put the helmet under her arm and followed the others slowly: "Do I look like someone in trouble?"
Hank smiled and said hello to Regel: "Hi.
Let's meet at the bar tonight."
"Okay" Reger agreed immediately.
It seems that many people here today will go to the bar.
There are so many zombies, and it feels like the Resident Evil is coming again.
It’s better to enjoy yourself in time.
When they reached the corridor, Hank had been holding it in for a long time and finally said it out: "I thought you would keep that kid..."
I just wanted to know, so I just followed him.
"Why" she asked back.
Hank was also very direct: "Maybe he can be saved."
As she walked, she said calmly: "That requires a miracle.
Zombies are brain-dead, and only the cerebellum is alive.
More importantly, the soft tissues on the body are also dead, and walking is entirely controlled by tendons.
Even if you install a Brain.
He is still a corpse.
Now that he is dead, let him rest in peace."
Putting herself in his shoes, she stopped.
Looking ahead: "Let the dead find true rest.
That is also mercy."
He couldn't help but take a deep breath and continue walking forward.
The people here have very good brains.
It won't take them a few seconds to understand the meaning of these words.
If they become zombies and cannot be revived, they will choose to die as soon as possible instead of being captured and used as test subjects, so that they can retain more dignity.
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What is mercy, when did she regard death as mercy. . .
Cheng Qianxun's mind could be said to be completely blank.
I don’t know whether it was because I was familiar with the road or because I had teammates around me to lead the way.
I didn’t feel like I woke up from a sleepwalk until I was almost at the door of my room.
Go into the room.
Holding the helmet in his arms, he walked to the sofa facing the window, sat down, and leaned back in a daze.
Sneijder came over with a glass of juice and handed it to her: "I'm tired."
"Thank you" she took the cup and drank half of it in one breath.
It was completely dark outside at this time, and the lights were on.
Before the curfew, the night view at this time was the most beautiful.
Sneed took another cup and sat next to her: "We should do the killing in the future.
We can't let our hands be stained with blood and have to do everything ourselves."
Sneijder and her teammates will always be the people who know her best.
If she returned to the world now, even her parents and her grandmother who raised her from childhood might not know her innermost feelings.
Because she has experienced many, many things and has become a different person.
She smiled slightly: "The person killed today is no longer a human being, at least not a living person."
Since it is not a living person, there is no reason to kill.
Sneijder sighed slightly, leaned next to her and said leisurely: "It's always like this."
Even just sitting like this, I felt at ease.
After a while, she asked softly: "I can still talk to you in the helmet."
By passing the electric current, their language will return to its original form.
But now she can not only understand what everyone is saying through the helmet communication system, but she can also talk to others smoothly and freely.
Sneijder thought for a while and said: "Maybe it has its own language translation system.
The department here is very developed, although it is not for everyone."
This is also possible, otherwise how can we explain all this?
There are other questions, she was thinking, trying to find the answer: "How come zombies appear again?
It is said that the medicine is quite expensive.
The people who are sick this time are the people at the bottom.
They can't afford this medicine." ” "I don't know."
Sneijder also frowned slightly: "We should check it out."
"This world is about to undergo a devastating change..."
Perhaps this is a sign.
If it continues, we may revisit the zombie parade in the city twenty years ago.
But where to start?
She said slowly: "Is the mall still open now?"
Sneed replied: "Open twenty-four hours a day."
She stood up: "I'm going to take a shower first, and then you can accompany me."
"Well, I'll ask for dinner to be delivered as soon as possible."
Sneijder went to the door to get the intercom.
The doorbell rang and Sneed went to open the door.
After opening the door, Regel and Gordon came in: "Go to the bar and see Bu Cheng, what are you doing?"
"Making socks."
She sewed carefully with a needle.
"The socks... are so small."
Gordon stared at the tiny socks that were only about the length of his finger: "Are you pregnant?"
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Reger immediately smiled, clasped his hands, knelt on the ground, and made an exaggerated pious gesture, but the smile on his face betrayed him: "Oh, Holy Mother.
Thank you for your gift."
She rolled her eyes: "It's for Emilia.
I found that there are no socks sold in the mall."
Gordon explained: "It may be that the babies here don't wear socks, and their feet are bare when they lie in the stroller.
Even if they can walk, they wear shoes at most when they go out, and they walk around barefoot at home."
She continued: "Then help me think of a reason to see Emilia.
The socks are easier to make and don't require any embroidery.
The rest are sold in the baby section of the store."
Gordon understood now and said instead: "Let's do it tomorrow, while it's still early.
Go to the bar and have a look."
Look at all the teammates except Rudolph.
Now Rudolph is living a happy life.
When he has time, he goes to communicate with his tall girlfriend who is over 1.8 meters tall.
She said to Sneijder: "You go to the bar with them.
Don't worry about me, I have to finish this."
"I'd better stay."
Sneijder's expression of not wanting to go made her heart warm.
She smiled and said: "You can't help me make socks if you stay here, so go ahead and don't worry about me.
As long as you don't look for women.
You can play later."
"Yes, ma'am" Sneed gave her a playful military salute.
After Sneijder followed his teammates, the room became very quiet, even deserted.
Fortunately, she agreed to let Sneijder go out to play, otherwise she would be a bit worried.
Children's socks are easy to fall off.
Make a small rope at the mouth of the socks so that they can be tied gently.
I thought of a pair of pink and tender feet wearing socks.
It seems like there is love in the whole world.
When will she have her own child, and Sneijder's child.
I heard that mixed-race children are very beautiful.
Maybe then we should take Sneijder's advice and have another child.
And I have said that in Western countries, men are the ones who take care of children.
On every day off, you can almost see men holding, carrying, and pushing their children to the supermarket to buy groceries for their wives.
It must be very interesting to imagine Sneijder going to the supermarket with his two children. . .
Okay, four pairs of socks are ready.
She carefully put the socks into a small paper bag.
Should she go tomorrow or wait until work the day after tomorrow?
The general might ask her to continue chatting with him before giving them to her.
What time is it?
Why hasn't Sneijder come back and looked at the clock?
It's already twelve o'clock.
He got a little angry, damn Sneijder, he was so rude when he told him to play later.
She only considered the question of whether to go or not, and whether going would make Sneed feel distrustful of him.
She stood up and walked directly out the door.
She didn't change her clothes either.
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On the one hand, she had no clothes, and on the other hand, even if she went to buy them now, there were no beautiful clothes in the store that fit her.
The clothes in the store are all suitable for women here who are either skinny or plump and tall.
I only know that the bar is located in the middle-level business district, and there are only a few regular people in total.
Of course, the more people there are, the more lively the bar will be, so it will not be set up separately.
Thinking of this, I became even more worried.
Those women's stores were shameless enough to go in.
If it were in a bar, more women would go there to try their luck, so I quickened my pace.
The elevator "dingdong" stopped, and another person came up.
Seeing that she was a little dazed like everyone else, he still stood up first, then stood next to her, looking sideways at her from time to time.
Starting from the 300th floor, everyone who comes up will be like this.
There was nothing she could do about it, she looked too out of place in her dark uniform.
Even if you start at the middle level, there are men who can stand firm with their IQ and have average appearance, but it is obvious that women who have climbed to the middle level with their brains have not even gotten on the elevator, let alone a regular soldier at the top.
Now think about how difficult it is for Emilia, who is only a little over 1.7 meters tall, to be able to stand at a high level and become a general.
She has become the highest honor and role model for female academics.
"Ding dong" The elevator has reached the 250th floor.
At this time, it is necessary to change the elevator and take the elevator leading to the middle and lower floors.
The building is too high, and it is impossible for an elevator pulled by a chain to go from the bottom to the top.
This would be a waste of resources, and it would take more than ten minutes to stop and stop the whole way.
All the men in the elevator got off the elevator, and those who were going to get on the elevator waited outside the door until everyone got off before getting on.
It takes some confidence to walk out under the gaze of so many people.
Fortunately, she has developed a thick skin.
Seeing that most of the men did not go to the middle and low-rise areas next to them to wait for the elevator, but headed towards one place, she followed suit.
When two or three men who were waiting for the elevator followed curiously, she was sure that the bar must be on this floor.
The bar is indeed on this level, and like many high-end entertainment venues, there is a queue at the door.
We have to wait until some people inside come out before letting some people in, and those who are not suitable will be rejected.
The so-called "unsuitable" naturally means that the woman is not beautiful enough and the man's clothes are not expensive enough.
At this time, a man in a suit that looked like he was worth a lot of money, with a beautiful woman in red with a hot figure on his arm, who was showing off to everyone without hesitation, walked directly to the doorman.
The guard looked up and down, stepped out of the way, and let him in.
Someone behind him also wanted to go in early, but the guard stopped him and asked him to queue up.
Because although this person's clothes are luxurious, they don't fit well.
Maybe some laundry room or someone borrowed or misappropriated other people's clothes and came here to find an affair.
Another one also came over, but he secretly stuffed something into the guard's hand, and the guard let him in. . .
Unspoken rules are everywhere, and over time, she has learned to identify heads.
After thinking about it, she did not choose to queue, but walked directly over and said directly to the doorman in formal clothes standing at the door: "I want to go in."
The guard looked up and down, maybe the black regular army uniforms were also fake.
Finally, his eyes rested on her "417" badge, but he was still not sure: "You are a regular army."
She sneered: "Yeah, I'm really not an elephant.
Go in and call out anyone for me to confirm my identity.
Just say that I asked him to come out.
If anyone doesn't come out, just wait for me."
The guard immediately laughed and said, "No, no, regular troops are welcome at any time, please come in."
He made way and let her in.
Sure enough, as she had judged, this black skin was really useful and had many privileges.
The people queuing up next to me had expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred, but there was nothing they could do about it.
After entering the bar room, I realized that it was not exactly a place for drinking.
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First of all, there is a large dance floor with very rhythmic music and many men and women dancing in it.
There were entrances and exits around the dance floor, so she walked around the dance floor toward the door.
After walking through, it was a lot quieter inside, and it was the standard provision for a bar with a bar.
The atmosphere became much more relaxed.
There were more women than men here.
Some good-looking men with luxurious clothes were surrounded by four beauties chatting and chatting.
There is an entrance and exit next to the bar.
How big is this place?
Is it possible to find her in each room?
She walked directly to the bar, sat down, and hooked her fingers.
A bartender came over as soon as he saw the regular army uniform.
When I saw it was a woman, my reaction was quite quick: "Ma'am, what do you need?"
She didn’t want to look for it anymore.
There was a mouth under her nose, so why bother with her legs?
She asked: “Have any other regular soldiers come over?
I heard they are in a private room, which room?”
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