But it was too difficult, he couldn't pull it, the distance between the seat and the front wall was too narrow. The pungent smell of burning became heavier, and the sound of "hiss--" and "hiss--" of electric current came from the communicator, mixed with the operator's shouting: "The United Front Center is calling Colonel Lu Xun, please answer." "
The United Front Center is calling PJ103 attack aircraft, please answer."
The thick smoke became heavier, the engine roared, An Zhe gritted his teeth, and pulled-
he saw Lu Xun suddenly open his eyes.
The ground spun around, Lu Xun reached out and grabbed him, kicked open the emergency door on the side in a flash, and the steel debris rolled down with thick smoke. Then, he suddenly pulled An Zhe to himself, and the two of them rolled heavily to the ground below, but Lu Xun did not stop. He held An Zhe's wrist with one hand and held his shoulder with the other hand to push him down. The two of them fell together into a slightly concave place not far away. It
was a bit painful, and An Zhe subconsciously hugged Lu Xun tightly. The next second, a deafening explosion sounded in his ears!
The ground in the shallow pit trembled and rocks rolled down. An Zhe looked up and saw a brilliant and intense firework exploded in the night sky. The surroundings of the bomber suddenly burned with raging flames, and the heat flow rushed towards him. The light was like a long-lasting golden lightning, and the wreckage of the plane exploded in all directions like a meteor. A person's broken hand was thrown high in the air with the firework, and it stayed at the highest point for a short time, and then fell. The wrist landed in front of them, and the palm landed not far from them, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The plane exploded, just like the two accidents that An Zhe had witnessed before.
After 10 seconds, the explosion stopped and the surroundings were silent. Only the sound of the wind and the whirring of the flames were heard, and thick smoke rose up.
Just a little bit.
If he hadn't gone into the plane, perhaps Lu Xun's life would have ended in the explosion, and he would never know who died in the accident.
Or, even if he went into the plane, but Lu Xun didn't wake up in time, they would be the ones to die. After
escaping death, he felt a little stuffy, blood was rushing, and his ears were buzzing. He could only hear each other's breathing.
After a long while, he heard Lu Xun whisper, "...Thank you."
An Zhe panted a few times, and his whole body was in pain. The pain caused by falling to the ground was not a big deal, but the sequelae of electric shock and rough treatment by soldiers were more serious.
An Zhe raised his head.
Just like that, he and Lu Xun looked at each other.
In those few seconds of looking at each other, the electric current pierced through his limbs and bones, and the pain rose from the depths of An Zhe's consciousness. He seemed to be in that narrow interrogation room with a cold trench again, but this time the interrogator became Lu Xun.
Lu Xun made him feel more dangerous and scared than anyone else.
Lu Xun looked at him for a long time, and An Zhe could not understand his expression.
He only heard Lu Xun's voice in a low voice, word by word: "An Zhe?"
An Zhe did not speak.
His name on the ID card was An Ze, but he called himself An Zhe. Even if he was dissatisfied with the randomly assigned name and changed his name without authorization, it was common in the city. Of course, it could not be covered up. This was a flaw in itself.
Those eyes - as if they could see through one eye, exactly the same eyes as the first time they met. When he walked into the city gate, he was ready to die under the judge's gun, but that day, Lu Xun let him go.
But he couldn't escape, the trial was only two months later.
He heard Lu Xun coldly ask: "Where is the sample?"
An Zhe didn't answer this question, but the tone and power of the judge frightened him more than electric shock. He bit his lips tightly, and finally said, "Eat it... No."
Lu Xun pressed his fingers on his abdomen and pressed down gently. The touch was terribly clear through a thin layer of cloth. An Zhe was so frightened that his whole body was numb. He realized very clearly that if Lu Xun knew that the spores could be removed, he would cut open his body without hesitation, just like he cut off his fungus hyphae with a saber half a year ago.
He couldn't think, his mind was blank, he just looked at Lu Xun. Under the moonlight and the sun, the colonel had no expression, his thin and cold eyebrows, his thick dark green eyes, without even a trace of warmth, and no emotional fluctuations could be seen. He was always perfect and flawless, and cold and ruthless.
An Zhe panted lightly. He had originally hidden Lu Xun's gun behind him, and now he continued to quietly push it back, trying to hide it more secretly.
Anyway, without his gun, Lu Xun wouldn't... wouldn't do anything to him.
However, this movement made Lu Xun realize the existence of the gun. His eyes froze, and he moved incredibly fast, knowing that he would not tolerate any resistance. He held An Zhe tightly in his arms with his backhand, and with his other hand, he stretched out An Zhe's five fingers and quickly snatched the gun.
An Zhe gasped violently and struggled desperately to resist--
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
An Zhe's mind went blank for a moment, but then he realized that he was still alive. He heard a heavy object falling in the distance, accompanied by the roar of a monster. He turned around and saw a lizard monster being hit by Lu Xun and falling down.
An Zhe felt cold all over, he knew that in this world, he and the monster were the same kind of thing, and Lu Xun and them were eternal enemies, and there would be no reconciliation forever.
At this moment, amid the harsh sound of electrical current, Lu Xun's communicator once again transmitted a distorted voice: "Command...Center calling...03 attack plane, listening..."
Lu Xun answered the call with a cold voice: "Pj103 has been received, the attack plane has crashed, and the pilot is confirmed dead."
"Please...progress the mission, send...coordinates."
The voice became more and more distorted and intermittent. If it was not a problem with the communicator, then the base's coverage of the wild communication network had collapsed again. During the month in the city, An Zhe learned from the fragments of the mercenary corps that the wild signal had never been good.
Lu Xun's voice was heard faintly: "The target has been controlled."
"... Order, confirm... the type of mutation, obtain the lost... clues... kill. Please-"
"Are you listening?" Lu Xun's voice was hoarse, and his ending seemed to tremble a little, but more of it was tough and indifferent: "Answer."
The cold gun was against Anzhe's temple. For the first time in his life, he realized that he was so close to death. Fear controlled him firmly. He trembled and said, "No... no."
"PJ103, please immediately-"
The broadcast voice from the communicator pushed all emotions to the peak.
Then it stopped abruptly in the next moment.
"Buzz--"
The sound of the current became louder and louder, first a rustling sound, then a long buzzing sound, and finally a sudden high-frequency sound, and then suddenly disappeared.
Instead, a gentle female voice with a slow frequency said: "Sorry, the base signal has been interrupted due to the influence of solar wind or ionosphere. This is normal, please don't panic, the activities will proceed as usual, and the communication signal will be restored from time to time. When that happens, a public broadcast will be sent to you, please stay tuned."
"Sorry, I was affected by the solar wind or the ionization layer..."
An Zhe was held tightly. They were so close, a dangerous and extreme distance. Lu Xun could kill him at any time. He could feel Lu Xun's heartbeat and breathing - his face was so calm, but the heartbeat frequency was not smooth.
Lu Xun held An Zhe's shoulders and tightened his fingers, just touching his wound. An Zhe shuddered, a layer of water vapor covered his eyes, his body trembled, and he whimpered.
The cold gun was still pressed against his temple, not even warmed by his body temperature. The fear and shadow of death did not retreat at all. Anzhe opened his mouth, and at that moment he could hardly speak. He knew that he had collapsed - if mushrooms could collapse.
All the scenes of this life flashed back in front of him, and he could not grasp anything, and could not get anything. Just the night before, he was still thinking about how to lie to protect the colonel.
"I... won't give it to you." He stretched out his hands to protect his abdomen, his voice trembling, incoherent, with a crying tone: "I hate... you."
The gun suddenly trembled.
"... Please stay tuned."
The last voice of the broadcast fell.
Everything was silent.
The wreckage was destroyed, the sound of the communicator stopped, and all contacts were cut off.
There was no trace of human existence here, and there was wilderness on all sides, and the desert stretched straight into the night sky.
It was as if humans had never existed. There were no humans, no human civilization, and no human base. All the struggles and entanglements suddenly disappeared as the signal disappeared.
They were the only two left in this ancient desert.
With a dull sound, the gun fell to the ground.
Lu Xun closed his eyes and held An Zhe tightly in his arms.
[Apocalypse]