The extended Hummer had its back seat removed, and all the team's supplies were piled inside.
Baizhu gasped, took out the injection labeled "Contaminated Serum" from the small refrigerator, and injected it three times in a row.
Alien contamination can be spread through wounds, and even the red moon can cause harm to the human spirit. Only serum can prevent and control it.
"Um……"
The burning sensation of blood surges.
The veins of Bai Zhu's arm holding the needle were exposed, so he had no choice but to look at the battlefield through the rear window and divert his attention——
The aircraft hovered in the air, the searchlight cast a beam of light, and the sparks of the hunting grid could be vaguely seen.
The Lost Forest is one of the main habitats of aliens, and it is a stone's throw away from the No. 3 military base responsible for supervision. From the 10th year of the Red Moon to the fall of the Han Dynasty, these two places were directly under the jurisdiction of Colonel Bai Lingyu.
Baizhu only remembered two personal numbers in his previous life.
Bai Lingyu is one of them and has never changed his number.
Bai Shu knew him well. He was a person who would rather treat the prank as a real thing and run away in vain for peace of mind. He would never sit idly by and do nothing. Doing so could also remind the other party to be wary of the increase in pollution.
"If it weren't for the Lost Forest, if Base 3 wasn't under the control of the old man, I wouldn't be able to save this group of people... What a good life."
Baizhu leaned against the refrigerator and saw that the wound was no longer rotting. The medicine contained in the serum helped to quickly stop the bleeding and scab, so he wrapped a bandage with trembling hands.
"I wonder if I can tell the old man about my rebirth... Hiss!"
The muscles in the wound suddenly spasmed, the blood scab collapsed and pus leaked out again, and the self-talk turned into a suppressed gasp.
Bai Zhu's eyesight went dark, he grabbed the refrigerator and took out the serum and injected it again!
The light red liquid was pressed in, and the burning pain of purifying the pollution turned into cold sweat on his forehead. Baizhu trembled his lips and clenched his fists, and he clearly realized one thing in the pain——
can not say.
She can't talk about her rebirth!
As if the shackles were loosened, the pain suddenly subsided, and the dense pins and needles in the blood vessels dispersed like an ebb.
"Hoo, ho..."
Bai Zhu raised his head and gasped violently. As soon as his right ear was loosened, something fell out and rolled to a stop at his feet.
- Hearing aids.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
A black shadow flashed past quickly, and he grabbed the hearing aid before Bai Zhu could.
He jumped on the top of the cargo box a few more times, jumping excitedly a few times.
"?"
Bai Zhu turned on the rear seat light.
The light beam fell, and a squirrel with long eyeballs on its head made an "S" shape coquettishly, holding up the hearing aid with one hand and pressing it on its buttocks with the other.
It's like a rock-and-roll free rat statue.
Bai Shu: "..."
Was it the melon-eating squirrel she took a photo of? He actually came here.
"return."
Bai Shu said in a deep voice and clicked on his hearing aid from afar.
She didn't expect the current aliens to have thoughts, that would only appear later, not to mention the low-level aliens with a contamination probability of only 0.1%.
The three-eyed squirrel tilted its head and suddenly said excitedly: "Zhizhizhi#￥@%!"
Then he stuffed the hearing aid into his mouth in one gulp!
"!!"
Bai Shu was caught off guard and suddenly pulled his waist up to the wound. He gasped and fell back to where he was.
The three-eyed squirrel laughed loudly and spat out the hearing aid covered in saliva. At the same time, Baizhu's right ear suddenly buzzed, and he heard a gloating sentence:
[Hahaha, silly X! 】
"??!"
Bai Zhu's eyebrows beat wildly.
She also heard these sounds when fighting the Alien Butterfly, and even saved herself in a critical moment, but she didn't hear it again on the way back, and thought it was because her brain was overly excited and she had hallucinations.
what happened?
Bai Zhu looked at the squirrels jumping around, and there was only a "squeaking" sound in his ears.
Why can I sometimes hear it and sometimes not?
Bai Zhu frowned and touched his right ear, a picture flashed back in his mind:
The full moon was scarlet and the white rainbow was burning with fire. Qi looked at her with a smile and pointed to his ears.
perhaps……
Perhaps it is not that the aliens have no thinking, but that their thinking signals are difficult to resonate with humans, and it was not until later that behavioral patterns that humans can understand appeared.
So how can I hear it again?
Bai Zhu moved his eyes to look at the three-eyed squirrel that was jumping around. He touched the chocolate ball in his pocket with his finger and flicked it away when the squirrel proudly stuck out its butt again——
Hit the chrysanthemum!
"Squeak!"
The squirrel was pushed backwards, its foot slipped and its butt fell to the ground, and it opened its mouth to scream.
Bai Zhu had already anticipated this, so he leaned over and caught the three-eyed squirrel, took out a bone splint from the medicine box and stuffed it into its mouth, blocking out the noise first.
"We are not the same species."
Baizhu clamped the squirrel's neck, controlling the force between suffocation and death, and laughed slightly teasingly:
"So barrier-free communication is like no reproductive isolation. It's a bit disgusting, but we still have to study and come up with a conclusion..."
The sound of an off-road engine came from outside the car.
Baizhu paused and saw that the aircraft had finished its search and the capture work was completed.
"I remember that aliens are strictly prohibited from being brought into the city."
As if he understood the regret in the tone, the three-eyed squirrel tilted his head and pretended to be dead and raised his head excitedly, his three eyes bursting with light longing for freedom.
"But fortunately," Bai Zhu bent down to pick up the hearing aid, and the sticky feeling made her smile. "I have interrogated many smugglers and know how to make low-pollutant objects pass the city defense inspection."
"Squeak..." The squirrel chewed on the board and barked vaguely. Its three eyes twitched together and quickly withered away.
Baizhu dealt with the traces, took out a shot of serum and a new set of clothes and left.
All done.
Baizhu used alcohol gauze to disinfect the hearing aid. After confirming that it was OK, he opened the tent and went out. The light of the off-road vehicle's lights illuminated the camp, the aircraft landed at the same time, and the military doctor rushed out the moment the hatch opened.
"First aid immediately!" "Quick! Where is the serum?"
"The pollution level needs to be tested here!"
The sky was dimming, and the morning wind that faced us was mixed with the smell of blood. Doctors and nurses shuttled among the wounded, and the sounds of pain and rescue filled the ears.
There were more soldiers standing guard around the camp.
Bai Zhu looked at it calmly.
Eight.
Equipped with a high-precision automatic rifle blessed by an electromagnetic barrel, and an individual cloudburst cartridge.
"The wounded have been severely contaminated!"
With a cry of urgency, the stretcher carrying the injured person with a broken leg flashed past in front of Bai Zhu. The wound was rotten and exposed, and it was carried to the compartment of the off-road truck.
The accompanying soldiers immediately locked the carriage and stood guard with guns.
Bai Zhu pursed his lips and began to search for familiar figures.
Serum can only work in the early stages of contamination.
The injured in the middle and late stages of pollution are almost impossible to save, and will eventually be assimilated by the aliens. In severe cases, they may not even be able to see their families for the last time.
The weapons of these soldiers are used both to protect and to kill their compatriots who have turned into monsters.
