She was the only deity in all the heavens, and he was the demon imprisoned by the deity. On the day the deity fell, he slaughtered an entire city for her.
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Chapter 553: Cold-blooded Zombie Queen vs. Soft-eared Rabbit Leader 68
It has only been ten minutes since she turned into a corpse. How did Zhou Chi know about it?
"Ms. Jing, you are a smart person. The entire base has been set up with a tight net. No less than thirty cannons are now pointed at you and your friends. You will not be able to escape tonight. Considering your kindness to the Liaoguang Base, I don't want to attack you until it is absolutely necessary."
Zhou Chi did not immediately order the shooting.
He was observing Quan Jiu's reaction.
Even after the apocalypse began for so long, he had never heard of anyone retaining human thinking and memory after becoming a zombie.
This gave him a glimmer of hope to completely change the doomsday.
If everyone becomes like her, does it mean that humans and zombies can coexist peacefully from now on, without interfering with each other?
Facing the dense gunfire, Quan Jiu's thoughts became calmer and more steady. After figuring out some things, she narrowed her gray eyes slightly and became fierce.
"Chief Zhou has great acting skills."
Perhaps her secret had been exposed long before Yang Huaigu took her to see Zhou Chi for the first time.
The reason Zhou Chi met her was just to test the truth of the matter.
After all, after being scratched by a zombie, even a psychic with amazing willpower will turn into a zombie within a day.
She is an exception.
Zhou Chi knew she was a smart person and said bluntly:
"Someone reported to me that they saw you being scratched by a zombie. The reason I met you that day was to confirm whether you had any signs of zombie transformation."
But the result surprised him.
"I thought the report was false and had already dispelled my doubts, but I didn't expect today's result to be so disappointing."
Jing Che stood in front of Quan Jiu and said, "Even though my sister has become a zombie, she has never done anything to hurt you."
He glanced at the people pointing guns at Quan Jiu, and saw several familiar faces among them:
"You, you, you, and you! If I remember correctly, it was my sister who saved you that day in Losa Town, right? If it weren't for my sister, you would have been eaten to pieces by the aliens. And now you're pointing guns at us. Is it the custom of your base to repay kindness with enmity?!"
The person he pointed at knew he was in the wrong, lowered his head guiltily, and his eyes flickered.
Yang Huaigu arrived at this time.
Recognizing the silhouettes of Quan Jiu and Zhou Chi and sensing the tense atmosphere, he walked in puzzled.
"Chief Zhou, what's going on?"
Zhou Chi looked into Quan Jiu's eyes and remained silent.
Yang Huaigu followed his gaze and caught a glimpse of her gray pupils. He was shocked and said in a lost voice:
"Miss Jing?"
Quan Jiu: "Chief Yang, I hope you can keep the promise we made that day."
Yang Huaigu finally understood what she meant by what she said that day.
No wonder she asked him to take good care of her friends. It turns out...
"A gentleman's word is as good as gold. I will certainly not go back on my word." He promised again.
Quan Jiu withdrew her gaze with peace of mind. The reason she made a deal with Yang Huaigu was because she knew that he was one of the few people in the apocalypse who still had a bottom line and conscience.
Zhou Chi frowned slightly in displeasure, but considering his status as deputy leader, he did not say it to his face:
"Ms. Jing, I'll give you one last chance to surrender."
He raised his right hand, and everyone around him loaded their guns, aiming at Quan Jiu, ready to fire.
Quan Jiu sneered, his narrow grey eyes slightly narrowed.
In an instant, the bullets in all the guns flew out of the barrels uncontrollably, and tens of thousands of bullets densely gathered in the air, separating Quan Jiu and Zhou Chi.
"Chief Zhou, I'll say this one last time. As long as I want to leave, no one can stop me."
A bullet suddenly stopped half a centimeter away from Zhou Chi's eyebrows.
Zhou Chi had no time to dodge. A high-speed spinning metal bullet appeared in front of him, as if it would shoot through his head at any time.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back and his expression changed slightly. He knew that he had underestimated Quan Jiu's strength.
"Even if you kill me today, I can't let you go."
She is too important to mankind. Once scientists analyze the secrets in her body and apply them to humans, this endless doomsday catastrophe may come to an end.
"Miss Jing, I don't mean to embarrass you."
Zhou Chi raised his hand and pointed at the refugee camp not far away.
"These are ordinary people without special abilities. Before the apocalypse, some of them were glamorous urban white-collar workers, some were professors at prestigious universities, and some were scientific researchers who devoted themselves to academic research for the sake of their country and its people...
But now they are separated from their wives and children, and have gone through untold hardships to find a safe habitat in the Liaoguang base. I, Zhou Chi, can protect them for a while, but at the rate at which zombies migrate eastward, the Liaoguang base will be overrun by zombies within three months. Without the ability to protect themselves, they only have one fate left."
In the refugee camp, people who used to be well-dressed were now wearing tattered clothes, so black that their original colors could not be seen, and they smelled sour all over.
Their eyes are numb and slow, and they have accepted the reality that they have fallen to the bottom of the social chain.
Everyone at the scene was silent.
It's not that they really have no conscience, it's just that power and alcohol are their only lifeline now. In order to protect their wives, children and parents, they would rather bear the stigma of repaying kindness with enmity.
"Ms. Jing, I'm sorry." Someone suddenly spoke softly in the crowd.
"sorry."
Pointing guns at their benefactors, they are not really without any guilt.
Jing Che was shocked by the miserable conditions in the slums for a moment, but came to his senses the next second.
"Captain Zhou, these are just your best guesses. Who can guarantee that my sister will cooperate with your research and ultimately develop antibodies to defend against zombies?"
No one can guarantee it.
"You say it's just an experiment, but everyone knows that the guinea pigs are living a life worse than death. It's very likely that before the antibodies are developed, my sister will become a demented monster, half-human, half-ghost..."
Jing Che sympathized with these people, but he also had his own ideas.
Power and wine are his last and only bottom line.
Zhou Chi understood his feelings, but as a leader, he also had his responsibilities and mission:
"You're right. Trying doesn't guarantee success, but not trying will definitely lead to failure."
All he can do is to spare no effort to create any chance for human beings to survive.
"it's useless."
Quan Jiu suddenly spoke.
"I was born a zombie, unlike those who turned into zombies after being bitten."
She was telling the truth, but no one at the scene was willing to believe it except Jing Che.
Quan Jiu waved his hand, and the bullets that had stopped in the air turned into powder.
"I am not a savior. I cannot save you."
She glanced at the crowd and walked towards the door: "Goodbye."
Zhou Chi wanted to catch up, but suddenly a panicked soldier rushed out in front of him.
"Chief, this is bad! The aliens are besieging the city!"
——Dividing line——
When writing this, I kept thinking, if there is a "powerful wine" now, and by sacrificing herself, a vaccine that is 100% effective against the new coronavirus can be developed immediately, and everyone can vote anonymously to decide her life or death.
Curious about how everyone will vote.
It feels a bit similar to the famous train track problem.
A madman tied five innocent people to the tram tracks. A runaway tram was heading towards them and was about to run them over.
Luckily, there's a lever you can pull to redirect the trolley to another track. The problem is, the lunatic has also tied someone to the other track.
Considering the above situation, should you use a pull-up bar?