"Squat on one leg?"
Zhang Ning was shocked, but when he thought of two guns pointing at his head, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and retract one leg, struggling to stand up.
But without special training, it was so easy to squat on one leg. As expected, he fell to the ground, like a turtle on all fours.
"This..." The soldier whom Ma Long called Lao Zhang was relieved when he saw Zhang Ning's funny look. He pressed the muzzle of his gun downwards, but did not hold it in front of him like Ma Long.
"Ah, sir, this action is so difficult. I can't do it. Don't shoot, sir, don't shoot..."
Zhang Ning lay on the ground with his feet in the air and shouted loudly.
This one-leg squatting movement is really difficult!
Tears suddenly overflowed from the corners of Zhang Ning's eyes when he thought about the consequences of not being able to complete the action, which would probably be a headshot.
"Okay, get up." Ma Long started crying when he saw Zhang Ning in front of him, and stopped teasing him and said seriously.
"We are from the Chinese Air Rescue Team. My name is Zhang Jike."
The elderly soldier named Zhang Jike turned his attention to Lu Yu and others behind him and announced his name.
"My name is Ma Long. You guys are really lucky."
Ma Long also turned around and walked towards Lu Yu, saying with a smile.
"By being lucky, you mean being hit by a helicopter and smashing the window sill?" Lu Yu complained weakly while lying on the ground.
The injury on his back caused severe pain, making it impossible for him to get up from the ground.
"Don't move yet, let me take a look."
Zhang Jike said, placing the rifle across his waist and squatting down to check the injuries on Lu Yu's back.
The glass was inserted diagonally into Lu Yu's back, on the right side of the spine. It seemed to be inserted very deep. It was unknown whether it had damaged any internal organs.
"In addition to pain, do you feel any other discomfort? Such as difficulty breathing or cramping?"
Zhang Jike gently pressed around Lu Yu's wound and asked carefully.
"No, it just hurts..."
"It's okay, just pull it out." To everyone's surprise, Ma Long stepped forward and pulled out the glass plugged into Lu Yu's back.
"Holy shit!" Following Ma Long's movements, Lu Yu felt the pain on his back suddenly intensify. The heartbreaking tearing sensation hit him like a huge wave, and he almost fainted from the pain.
"Today's young people are really not very good..." After throwing the bloody glass on his hand on the coffee table, Ma Long started looking for it again.
"What are you looking for?" Xiao Ran, who had been immersed in regret, stood up and asked after waking up from a dream.
"Alcohol, tweezers, and needle and thread. Although he didn't hurt any vital parts, the wound must be treated in time, otherwise it will be troublesome if it becomes infected."
Ma Long said without looking back, holding the tweezers he just found on the coffee table and walking towards the kitchen.
"I'm going to get needlework and alcohol!" Xiao Ran finally recovered from the state of brain shutdown and responded quickly.
"Masters of the rescue team, you are finally here to save us!" Xu Xiaoxiao came to Zhang Jike's side, looking like he had been saved.
"Well, originally our task was to inform the people of City N to turn on their message receiving equipment. Our team will arrive one after another in three days to rescue the residents in the city."
"But the helicopter happened to be shot down..." Ma Long quickly returned to Lu Yu with the tweezers he had just burned on the gas stove in his hand.
"Yes, you have also seen that our helicopter was shot down by an unknown object." Zhang Jike seemed a little embarrassed by Ma Long's follow-up and said a little unnaturally.
"Speaking of Lao Zhang, do you see clearly what that thing is?" Ma Long tore the clothes off Lu Yu's back, opened the wound, and carefully pinched out the glass shards inside with tweezers.
But Ma Long's rough action made Lu Yu take a breath again and couldn't help but groan.
"Be patient, don't act like a bitch." Ma Long frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with Lu Yu's performance.
"It's not you who dared to be penetrated by the glass..." Although Lu Yu was in terrible pain, he seemed to be in good spirits and could still reply.
"Huh? Is it healed?" Ma Long paused slightly in his hand and moved his head closer to the wound.
The wound on Lu Yu's back was actually very deep, as Ma Long had discovered when he pulled out the glass shards.
The reason why he acted like there was no big problem was because he wanted to relieve Lu Yu's psychological pressure and help him recover from his injury.
But while he was using the tweezers to disinfect the gas stove, he discovered that small granules had grown deep in Lu Yu's wound, and the bleeding stopped.
"I didn't see it clearly. I just caught a glimpse of a black shadow and something shot out of a window. After that, I was busy controlling the fuselage and didn't pay attention anymore."
"not human?"
"not human."
Everyone was silent again,
"Have you ever had symptoms of high fever and then passed out?" Ma Long asked Lu Yu without stopping.
"That's right. It's said to be a secondary viral infection that spreads on a large scale through tap water. We all know that."
Lu Yu said disapprovingly that he had 120% trust in the Chinese soldiers and had no intention of hiding anything.
However, Ma Long did not ask about the situation of Xiaoran and Xu Xiaoxiao. Naturally, he would not bring the two girls with him in a unnecessary way, but only told his own situation.
"What!" Zhang Ning, Zhang Jike, and Ma Long all said in unison, without concealing the surprised expressions on their faces.
"How do you know so much?" Ma Long asked hurriedly, ignoring Zhang Ning who was also surprised.
Zhang Jike also had a suspicious look on his face, and he turned the rifle in his hand imperceptibly and pointed it at Lu Yu on the ground.
"Just before you smashed the window sill of my house, a man in a suit named Li Zhihao came. He told me."
Lu Yu endured the severe pain on his back and told him everything about Li Zhihao coming to his home to negotiate with him. At the same time, he also emphasized that the other party had a gun.
"You actually said that you are an undercover agent..." Ma Long was slightly surprised, obviously interested in this person named Li Zhihao.
"Secondary virus! This is consistent with the information we know." After listening to Lu Yu's words, Zhang Jike lowered his head and murmured.
"And the fact that the virus was released through tap water is basically consistent with the preliminary investigation results..."
"Is it true that he is a comrade from the Ninth Section? Do you want to get in touch with him?" Ma Long said, taking the medical alcohol from Xiao Ran's hand, and poured it on Lu Yu's wound.
"Fuck!" Lu Yu, who had been listening to the conversation between the two attentively, suddenly tensed up and his whole body began to twitch due to the severe pain.
"Contact? Have you forgotten the order from the team? You are not allowed to contact the comrades of Section 9 at will!"
Zhang Jike raised his head and glanced at Lu Yu on the ground with complicated eyes.
"I said Lao Zhang, now that our plane has been shot down, what will happen if we get in touch with the comrades from the Ninth Section!"
"Besides, do you think those guys from Jiuke are just cabbage? They can be found everywhere and they are rich."
Ma Long murmured his analysis, completely ignoring Lu Yu who was lying on the ground and twitching. He took the needle and thread from Xiao Ran's hand and began to suture the wound on Lu Yu's back.
At this time, Lu Yu had already felt the severe pain of alcohol debridement, and the slight pain caused by suturing the wound seemed a bit insignificant.
Xu Xiaoxiao asked worriedly as he looked at Lu Yu who was being ravaged by Ma Long.
"Is Boss Lu going to be okay? He looks like he's about to die..."
"This kid is fine. I see that his internal wounds have begun to heal. It is probably the effect of strengthening."
Ma Long replied indifferently, without any hesitation.
"Originally, I shouldn't tell you these things, but now we are a grasshopper on a rope for the time being, so it is better for you to know some information in advance."
"The current general situation is similar to what Li Zhihao said. It's just that we haven't found any information about the immunity agent. This needs to be confirmed."
"One thing that needs to be added is that among the three of you, the one on the ground has most likely been strengthened by the secondary virus and can be initially immune to viral infection. However, if the wound is too deep or the infection area is too large, he will still turn into a zombie. risks of."
Ma Long finished the last stitch and patted Lu Yu's butt.
"After the secondary virus infects the human body, one of the results is that it will turn into zombies, like those blind people wandering in groups on the streets. The top expert calls them [secondary infectious agents]."
"That kind of zombie is the weakest and the most numerous zombies we have ever encountered."
"There is also a kind of zombie, which is called [pure virus] by the top, which is the one next to you."
Zhang Jike took over Ma Long's words and pointed to Zhang Ning with his chin.
"Um, I'm not a zombie, sir!" When Zhang Ning saw everyone turning their attention to him, he trembled all over and explained quickly.
"I know you're not. Just hear me out."
Zhang Jike looked helpless. The funny, zombie-like young man in front of him looked frightened, as if he had been tricked by Ma Long...
"According to the information we have obtained, the biggest characteristic of pure virions compared to secondary infections is that they will undergo secondary mutations!"
"Secondary infected bodies generally have extremely developed senses of hearing and smell, but no vision, so as long as they are suppressed by firepower, they basically pose no threat to us."
"But the mutated pure virion is completely different. Compared with the secondary infected body that has no vision, the pure virion not only has vision, but also has significantly improved various functions."
"And the characteristics that appear on you are exactly a mutated branch of the pure virus - [Death]!"
From the serious look on Zhang Jike's face, we could tell that this older soldier was not joking.
"The characteristics refer to the scales on brother Zhang Ning's neck and the scarlet eyes?"
Xiao Ran, who had been listening quietly, suddenly interrupted and asked, with curious eyes flashing in his beautiful mandarin duck eyes.
"That's right, the initial characteristics of the zombies are black scales and scarlet eyes, and their vitality is extremely tenacious. Even a headshot cannot kill them."
"So I'm such a dick..." Zhang Ning's face gradually became excited as he listened to Zhang Jike's story.
Zhang Jike glanced at Zhang Ning and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"This kid just said that he was not a zombie..."
