Section 8 Farewell ()

Hundreds of dark green military tents are neatly arranged at the end of the passage. Whether it is the pointed convex top and the four walls around, they are covered with eye-catching red cross patterns on white background. Order and solemn are the only tone here.

Now, the silent order has been completely disrupted.

There are people everywhere.

Due to the lack of beds, many refugees could only hold a drip in one hand and sit in the corner silently taking a drip. The glucose injection slowly flowing into the blood vessels can regain their almost exhausted physiological functions. Each spacious intersection has temporary dining spots, and every pot of rice porridge carried from the military dining car will cause a new round of competition among the hungry people. Although the staff repeatedly persuaded it, this is just a temporary nutritional supplement, and returning to the rear, they can get more food supplements. However, the survivors with red eyes cannot listen at all. If a team of fully armed guards were not urgently dispatched and forced people to line up with black muzzles to clear the order, I am afraid that everything would be trampled into ruins.

After careful verification by the guard soldiers, Lin Xiang finally stepped into the hospital's cordon. He noticed that when he handed over the documents, a subconscious respect appeared in the soldier's eyes. Especially when his eyes fell on his bloody protective suit, the young and responsible face had even more obvious respect.

The attack of mutants and the large-scale outbreak of viruses are no longer a secret. The rescued survivors are all using their own ways to describe the terror and cruelty of those non-human monsters. Being able to fight and survive in such a fierce battle is itself a recognition of the qualifications and strength of a soldier.

When you enter the hospital area, this feeling becomes more and more obvious. No matter where you walk, Lin Xiang can feel the gratitude and gratitude expressed by countless survivors in different ways.

The combat uniforms of the Sixty-four mobile units are different from those of ordinary soldiers, which has also become the only criterion for survivors to judge their benefactors.

With the memory in his mind, Lin Xiang quickly found the medical tent where Ying Jia was. When he leaned over and leaned over through a white sheet and cloth that was drying, he just walked closer to the door, but heard a fierce quarrel coming from it.

"Jia Jia, it will be too late if you don't leave. Get out of here with me."

"What power do you have to interfere with my freedom? I am still in my internship and I will do what I should do."

"Haha! Why, are you so worried about the so-called internship evaluation? That thing is just a piece of useless waste paper. As long as you want, you can choose any hospital in China. Even the best St. Paul's hospital in the United States and the Margaret Rehabilitation Center in Switzerland, I can let you in. The internship appraisal issued by the most famous doctor in the world is much more effective than this lowest-class military medical institution."

"This is my choice, it has nothing to do with you."

"Don't be having such boring discussions. You are all kept in the dark. Do you know that the entire Yunnan has been occupied by mutated creatures and the virus will soon spread to this city. By that time, there is no way out. I asked a private plane from my father to pick you up. Go quickly! This is not where you should be."

Hearing this, Lin Xiang lifted up the empty waterproof door wall and walked straight into the tent.

In addition to Ying Jia, there is another man in the room.

He is very tall, his white face is shaved cleanly. With the thin-framed gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looks very elegant and bookish. His slender limbs and thin figure look flexible and agile. He is about twenty-five years old. He wears a clean "Versey" hunting suit on his body, which shows a noble atmosphere that ordinary people cannot possess.

"Who are you?"

Before Lin Xiang could speak, the man frowned. He raised his hand to support his slightly slid glasses, and said in a not-kind tone: "Is it a very rude to break into someone else's residence without permission without permission?"

In contrast, Ying Jia's reaction was much more enthusiastic.

"Why are you here?"

The girl walked around the table excitedly and ran over quickly. She seemed to want to grab Lin Xiang's hand, but she felt it was not suitable, so she had to hold her hands half stiff in the air, with an unconcealed surprise on her face and said, "When did you come back?"

"Just finished the mission, come and see you."

While talking, Lin Xiang glanced at the man next to him from the corner of his eyes. The other party's eyes, which were covered under the glass lens, were faintly emitting the coldness and hostility of the poisonous snake.

"I'll introduce it. This is my cousin, Su Yongzhe."

With the natural intuition of women, Ying Jia was very sensitive to the non-friendly atmosphere between the two men, and could only use superficial introductions to ease them as much as possible.

"Good luck."

Su Yongzhe's scrutiny eyes quickly fell on Lin Xiang's second lieutenant badge that had just been changed on Lin Xiang's shoulder. Perhaps because he felt that a low-level officer could not pose a threat to him, his sharp tone also became a little relieved. He said hello lightly, and he continued the interrupted topic again: "Jia Jia, it's too late, you must leave here with me now."

"I won't go anywhere--" Ying Jia's attitude was very firm.

"Don't be a kid, listen to your cousin, this is indeed not where you stay."

Suddenly, Lin Xiang spoke unexpectedly: "The virus spreads much faster than expected. Once the situation changes, the situation will soon become chaotic."

"Why, even, do you think so?" Ying Jia, who was sandwiched between the two men, was a little at a loss.

Lin Xiang nodded seriously. He stretched out his hand, gently tidied the girl's hair on the forehead, and said lovingly: "Pack up your things and leave! Living is more important than anything else."

Ying Jia raised his head, grabbed his rough big hand, and gently pressed it on his cheek and rubbed it slowly. In some cases, a layer of crystal liquid had been covered with in his confused eyes.

Next to him, Su Yongzhe turned his head elsewhere with a pretentious gesture. However, obvious jealousy and coldness emanated from his eyes.

Feeling the touch of the girl's tender and smooth skin coming from her fingertips, Lin Xiang took a deep breath and shrank his palm with difficulty and decisiveness. Then he opened his arms, pressed Ying Jia's weak shoulders with his ten fingers full of strength, put his head close to her, and said in a deep voice in an unquestionable tone: "Don't waste time, go quickly-"

It takes time to pack things. Maybe it’s because I want to continue the unfinished topic! The two men chose to walk out of the tent at the same time.

"Do you know Jia Jia's true identity?"

Su Yongzhe took out an exquisite silver cigarette box from his arms, gently pressed the spring mouth, took out a slender cigarette with beautiful silver light and held it in his mouth and lit it.

That is the famous treasurer cigarette. The single box costs more than 300 yuan, making it the most expensive cigarette in the world.

"Do you know about Yongsheng Group? Jiajia is its only legal heir. As for me, I am the chairman of Jinsheng Industrial and Jiajia's fiancé."

Su Yongzhe used his white fingers to clamp the cigarette roll and elegantly bounced the ashes. At the same time, he turned around and looked at Lin Xiang with contempt, and said sarcastically: "The passionate battle experience does have an irresistible lethality for little girls who are not well-versed in the world. Especially at this time, a handsome officer will be loved by girls. However, if you want to use this to attack Jia Jia, you will be very wrong. Humph! A mere second lieutenant, I can make you die of a complete body with just one word."

This is definitely not intimidation. Yongsheng and Jinsheng are both famous super consortiums. Spending millions to buy the head of an ordinary person is as simple as eating and sleeping for a wealthy man with too much money.

For some reason, Lin Xiang suddenly felt a little tired.

He was not afraid of this so-called intimidation. Su Yongzhe's threat seemed to him not worth mentioning at all. The experience of fighting from the mutant group had already made him see through life and death. Even if he had everything in the world, at the moment when the black bone blade was slashed in the air, no matter how respected the identity and noble the person had, he was just a mixture of protein and fat.

"Treat Ying Jia well. She is a good girl."

It’s not that Lin Xiang gave up on himself. He is an ordinary soldier. He may not be sure whether he will die in the next battle. Instead of letting the woman he love cry in sadness, it is better to let her live happily in a safe environment.

"Haha! You don't have to worry about this."

Su Yongzhe obviously did not expect the other party to answer like this. After a brief surprise, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, took out the check book from his close-fitting pocket, quickly wrote a string of numbers on it and handed it over, and said in a very appreciative tone: "I like to deal with people who know the current affairs. There are five million here, so I will treat it as my personal compensation for you. Haha! If you want, I can use my relationship to transfer you out of this defense zone. In the army, I can still speak."

Lin Xiang glanced at him coldly, without saying anything or reaching out, and turned around silently.

At the airport, a luxurious "Little Antelope" civilian helicopter is starting the engine. The high-speed rotating oar wings form a strong airflow cluster around it.

Wrapped in a thick military coat, Ying Jia's petite body looked even weaker. Under the blow of strong wind, it seemed like a swaying plant could be scraped away at any time.

"Will you come to me?" She grabbed Lin Xiang's hand tightly and begged with anticipation: "I live in Zhongjing City, this is the address."

As she said that, she handed a white envelope to his hand.

"meeting!"

Lin Xiang gently stared at the transparent eyes: "As soon as the mission is over, I will go to find you."

"Really?" The girl's voice was filled with surprise.

In the tone of the answer, the bitterness that only the speaker himself understands.

In the distance, Su Yongzhe, with a gloomy face, sat in the cabin, watching this scene jealously.

"Then...I'll wait for you."

The slowly rising plane soon turned into a small black dot that was difficult to distinguish in the sky. At this moment, Lin Xiang, who was standing on the open airport, also tore open the envelope in his hand with great force.

A photo and a piece of letter paper stacked into a heart shape.

The photo seems to be taken by Ying Jia in a field hospital. She looks very cute wearing a white nurse's skirt and a female military cap. Her slightly raised nose and smiling face all show the youthful atmosphere that only girls have.

The water-like eyes were full of expectations.

Looking up at the sky, breathed a long sigh, Lin Xiang carefully reinstalled the photos and letter paper, as if he was stuffed into his close-fitting pocket, and finally took a look at the dark night sky like ink and paint, and turned around and took firm steps towards the military camp.

Looking down from the air, Kunming City looks like a cake served in a special plate. The towering mountains around it seem like a natural guardian of this basin city.

In the economic era, dense buildings are the best symbol of urban prosperity. The long and delicate streets surround the rows of tall buildings, so tightly that there is no gap between them. Real estate businessmen have indeed implemented the slogan of "every inch of land is valuable" to the extreme.

This is no longer a lively city. Although the sun rising from the horizon has already hung high, there is no movement in the cement buildings and the ground. Apart from the broken plastic and scattered pieces of paper blown by the wind, there is only the silence of death in the air.

Holding the m5g43 assault rifle in his hand, Lin Xiang, wearing a gray protective suit, squatted down halfway, and used his hand wearing a fighting finger condom to pick up a black stain from the ground and put it in front of him, looking at it for a long time.

It was a piece of dry and hard human blood. Although the liquid in it had already evaporated, you could still smell a pungent blood.

"What's the discovery?"

Lin Xiang shook his head and handed the blood clot behind him, while his eyes stared vigilantly.

The one who took over the blood clot was a tall white man wearing a desert camouflage American military uniform.

From the appearance, he is about forty years old, and his grey hair trimmed close to the epidermis looks very energetic. His slightly wrinkled eyes and thick eyebrows show the unique depth of adults. Under his broad forehead is a pair of deep eyes that are deeply trapped in the eye sockets. The thick and hard beard covering the strong masseter muscles also adds a bit of male tough beauty to it.

His name is Mark. He is an observer of the United Nations Pathological Investigation Agency.

The large-scale spread of the virus in Kunming has attracted the attention of relevant UN agencies. Out of concerns about the situation, they provided China with a large number of drugs and sent relevant personnel to collect information. Lin Xiang's mission on this trip was to accompany Mark back to Kunming City and collect all available information at the place where the virus outbreak originated.

For security reasons, the number of people in the entire operation team was not large. In addition to Mark and two entourages, the only ones sent by China were Lin Xiang and five other officers from the 64 mobile units.
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