For the first time, she had the idea of escaping all of this, regardless of the apocalypse, saviors, or male protagonists.
As long as Han Junche is alive and well, with their abilities, they can easily find a secluded place, hide away with the people around them, and live a good life.
Why bother with all that hard work and sacrifice?
And we still have to accept the questioning of those inexplicable people?
Whether you're selfish or selfless, you can still live a life.
Being selfish is at least less tiring. You can beat up anyone you don't like, or curse anyone who says something unpleasant. It's satisfying to slap them in the face. Isn't it great to live freely?
Why risk your life for strangers?
Chi Xia was certain that once the news that Han Junche was immune to the virus spread, and once a large number of aliens descended, among those zombie kings he had saved, as well as those with superpowers and those without, some of them would definitely hand Han Junche over without hesitation.
The aliens' purpose in experimenting on Earth was clear: to find a way to control the virus. They only needed to hand over Han Junche to avoid being slaughtered by the aliens.
Looking at Han Junche's pale face, Chi Xia held back her words.
She watched silently as the people in the laboratory busied themselves, mixing the two types of blood in a certain ratio, then removing the water to create a reagent.
Academician Lu carefully packed the ten so-called inhibitors in a box and handed them to Chi Xia.
Han Junche had 200 ml of blood drawn a few days ago, and now another 500 ml has been drawn. His face is pale and he feels dizzy.
He stood up and, after a while, felt a little better. As he handed the box to Chi Xia, he noticed that her face was also pale, not much better than his.
Han Junche knew that Chi Xia was worried about him, and he wanted to reach out to take her hand and comfort her, but Chi Xia turned away and said indifferently, "Let's go."
Han Junche was stunned for a moment, then silently followed after Chi Xia's retreating figure.
Chi Xia didn't speak to Han Junche the whole way, and she ignored him every time he tried to speak.
He sat in the passenger seat, watching Chi Xia skillfully pilot the helicopter, feeling a heavy weight in his heart, even heavier than when he learned that tens of millions of zombies from the capital had all been mobilized.
He wanted to talk to Chi Xia and comfort her, but firstly, Chi Xia had no intention of paying attention to him, and secondly, he was indeed very weak at the moment, so he could only suppress his feelings for the time being and close his eyes to rest.
More than an hour later, the helicopter landed at Sirius Base.
Qin Zhao had already selected a small team of several dozen people and was waiting on the tarmac.
After getting off the plane, Chi Xia handed the prepared inhibitors and brochures to Han Zheng, and then stood aside.
Han Junche's complexion showed no improvement even after two hours, and Han Zheng and Qin Zhao looked at him with unpleasant expressions.
Han Junche sighed and said to Han Zheng, "We'll set off first. You arrange for people to print out a large number of propaganda posters and scatter them along the route immediately after the third missile is launched."
Han Zheng looked at the flyer in his hand and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure? If the aliens are really monitoring our every move, this flyer will definitely anger them. If we can't unite with those zombies, we might end up dragging the entire planet into disaster."
Upon hearing this, Han Junche said calmly, "Does this mean that Earth isn't a disaster right now?"
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