Chapter 36 Ignore her.
Shu Lan thought of Anselin again. It was strange that she always easily thought of this female zombie who made threats sound like jokes but actually took care of her all the way.
If humans had won, I wonder if Anselin and her newly found companions would have died in District 9 tonight.
Shu Maomao did not sleep well. There were many noisy voices in his mind, and the radio was chattering from the people and cars passing by in the distance.
"...Sector Nine Commander Jiang He promised all the superpowers who came to help: Anyone bitten by a zombie, as long as they come to her within 30 minutes, she will unconditionally help restore the wound to a pre-infected state."
After accurately capturing the key words, Shu Maomao woke up.
Jiang He.
He opened the car door and saw the beautiful sunset sky outside. On the ground was an iron stove used for burning fire. The flame inside had just been lit and Shu Lan was putting the combustible materials she had found into it.
Hearing the sound, she raised her head and asked with a smile, "You woke up so soon this time?"
Among all the noisy and harsh sounds, only Mommy's voice was as soothing and gentle as the wind, calming his irritable mood.
Shu Maomao covered his ears, sat beside her sullenly, and leaned against her: "It's too noisy."
Shu Lan rubbed his ears distressedly: "Why are you still using your super hearing ability when you sleep?"
Shu Maomao lay on her knees and let her rub him, saying, "Listen."
He pointed to the rooftop a hundred meters away: "There are three zombies in there, and two over there. They will come out after dark."
By then, Shu Lan's life would be in danger, so Shu Maomao didn't want to sleep too deeply.
"Really? That's scary. Looks like the place Mommy found for the night isn't very good."
"It's okay, I can bury them. Mommy, what does backtracking mean?"
Shu Lan asked, "Which one is going back to which one?"
Shu Maomao said, "I don't know. I can't read."
Most of the time, Shu Maomao is too smart to be like a kid who hasn't even attended kindergarten, but he really doesn't know many words, and being able to count is the limit of his knowledge.
Shu Lan forgot her son was illiterate and asked a different question: "Where did you hear that word?"
Shu Maomao repeated the conversation that started with Jiang He's name, and Shu Lan finally understood: "Backtracking probably means time flows backwards. For example, this piece of wood will burn to ash in thirty minutes, but someone named Jiang He can probably turn it back to its current state."
She suddenly realized: "When Anselin left, the person you were asked to kill was the commander of District 9?"
"Um."
Shu Lan curled her lips: "Ignore her, if she wants to kill herself, let her do it."
Shu Maomao nodded. He only listened to his mother Shu Lan.
At the empty airport in District 9, nearly a hundred fully armed people walked down from a plane that had just landed. There were men, women, young and old. They were all people with special abilities who had been strictly screened and trained for many years. They were collectively called the irregular army.
In addition, there were more than 200 ordinary soldiers armed with guns and hot weapons.
The leader was a bearded man named Gao Yun, who was the leader of the irregular army.
He looked up at the sky with a magnificent sunset, his eyes dark and deep.
Most people don't know that there are only two days left for this place.
The consequence of the fall of District 49 was a surge in high-level zombies in the area, and the pressure on the surrounding areas doubled.
District 9 is the area with the largest number of zombies and survivors. If the survivor base with multiple protections cannot escape the same fate before the sunrise the day after tomorrow, the mission of those who come to support will become: take away all the remaining mutants and let District 9 be bombed into ruins by missiles falling from the sky.
This decision was met with strong opposition because when the missiles were dropped, not only the zombies active in the area would die, but also a large number of ordinary people who were unable to evacuate in time.
Finally, the commander of District 9 sighed and made the final decision.
"There are too many people in District 9, and we are running out of survival supplies."
People not only have to survive, but also have to keep living. With production suspended for many years and areas outside the base struggling, maintaining the daily consumption of a large number of survivors is a heavy burden.
In the end, we can only hope that the situation is not as bad as we imagined, and that the outcome that no one wants to see will occur.
When the vehicle that came to pick up people from the District 9 base was halfway there, an anxious alarm suddenly sounded over the radio.
"Attention, attention, a large number of zombies have appeared early and are moving towards the airport!"
A large number of figures appeared on the road, like an endless tide, flowing rapidly under the blazing and spectacular clouds of fire.
The beast-like roars and continuous gunfire marked the beginning of this tragic war.
"Irregular troops are stuck at the airport? No, it's not even dark yet. Do the zombies in District 9 have such a poor sense of time?"
Jing Hongyu's team had just found a safe place to spend the night when they heard the bad news on the radio.
The superpowered person from District 15 asked, "Boss, are we still going?"
Jing Hongyu turned around and said unhappily, "Go ahead. You're already halfway there. Let's start again tomorrow morning."
He looked up at the sky which was still bright, then looked at the quiet city in the distance, feeling confused.
It's strange. Usually, zombies won't come out of the dark until it's completely dark.
If the zombies in District 9 don't play by the rules, then the thirty psychics he brought with him might not be enough.
But Ji Lan said that if too many people were taken away, the defense force in District 15 would be insufficient, which would be like robbing Peter to pay Paul.
The senior student's words were like an imperial decree, subduing the passionate man who wanted to be a hero and making him behave himself.
After a while, a van appeared on the highway that was about to be swallowed by the ink-black color, attracted by several cars parked on the roadside and the flames burning beside the highway.
The door of the van opened, and a fat man wearing glasses jumped out. He stood by the fence and took a look. When he saw the big tent below, he exclaimed in surprise, "Captain, it's a living person."
A tall man walked out, climbed over the fence, and disappeared in the air. The next second, he reappeared in everyone's sight, standing steadily in front of Jing Hongyu and extending his hand to him: "Hello, my name is He Sheng, and I have the ability to teleport."
Jing Hongyu stepped forward and took hold of it. "Jing Hongyu, fire-type ability. Which district are you from?"
He Sheng said, "I've heard about you, the commander of the 15th District. We didn't enter the survivor base and survived alone."
That is, the lone wolf team.
Generally, only very powerful psychics would give up on entering the base. Teleportation is indeed a powerful combat ability.
Jing Hongyu smiled and said, "You are always welcome at the survivor base in District 15. If you take this road, you should also be going to support District 9, right?"
"Well, I'll do my best to see a Level 3 zombie."
At this time, Monkey popped up: "From District 15? Do you remember the mother and daughter you were looking for? We ran into them a few days ago. Wasn't it a very beautiful woman with a child this tall?"
"What a coincidence?" Jing Hongyu was slightly surprised: "Did she also steal your supplies?"
Monkey shook his head. "It's more accurate to say she lied. We saw she was all alone with her child, so we took her in out of kindness. But as soon as we got wind of her, she stole one of our cars and ran off with the food in the cellar."
Jing Hongyu was amazed. "Wow, she kills people and steals things at the same time. She is so cruel and cunning. Fortunately, there is a psychic in our base who can read the memories of the dead. He exposed her crimes in time, otherwise there would be more victims."
The topic brought up by the same person made the two sides quickly familiar with each other, and soon Monkey and Jing Hongyu began to become brothers.
"You guys raise chickens? And there are healthy chickens now? Wow, awesome."
"Luckily, someone left behind a batch of unhatched eggs. Fewer than 500 have survived until now. The eggs can't be eaten, so they have to be saved for the next batch."
"Dude, what's it like to be the main commander in charge of tens of thousands of people?"
Jing Hongyu smiled bitterly. "It feels like a mountain of responsibility weighing down my head. I'm thankful there's no internal strife. Luckily, the higher-ups said they'll assign dedicated personnel to manage the irregular army once its training process stabilizes. Otherwise, I'd be tempted to give up the responsibility all the time."
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