One of the rules of the end times: Never spend the night in a place where the traces of battle have not yet faded, and never ......

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The night was already deep, and the warmth left by the scorching sun during the day had dissipated to the point of being gone.

The girl lying in the seat of the car still had no intention of waking up, and her body was wrapped in a thick blanket.

Four of the infusion bottles had been piled up beside her, and the syringe in her hand had been pulled out by this time.

There is no glucose left, and even such a cheap and easily available thing is so precious in the last days.

The doors were closed, the temperature outside was already very low, and everyone had basically returned to their respective positions to rest, except for a few dreamless and sleepless people who were still playing the campfire outside, they were the first sentry posts of the night, and the guards of the campfire also guarded the convoy.

Claire is also one of the sleepers tonight, but she's in the driver's seat.

Lowering the back of her chair, breathing was audible between her and K. Matt.

She didn't say anything, I don't know if she had said all the words, or if she already understood, no matter what she said, the unconscious girl lying in the back seat could not be heard.

So only the two of them were quiet in the car.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Suddenly, K. Matt, who was unconscious, coughed.

"K. Matt!" Claire was agitated, she rolled over from her seat and put her head next to K. Matt's face while using the crook of her arms to lift her upper body.

K. Matt just coughed, her eyes closed, and Claire felt in her face not the heat of the day but the cold.

It was as cold as a corpse, as if the heat of this body had burned out during the day.

Claire grabbed K. Matt with one hand and went to open the door with the other.

"Come and help! she's cold!"

Claire yelled, completely ignoring whether it would wake up people who might have just fallen asleep.

A few people who were still sitting around the fire heard the sound and came to help, and they carefully moved K. Matt to the edge of the fire and put it down.

"It's really cold......" Mickey was among the people who couldn't sleep tonight, and he shook K. Matt's hand, which was still hanging from salt water during the day, and was as cold as ice at the moment.

Those who had come to help, and those who had been woken up by the movement, were silent.

Everyone can see that the girl in front of her can't hold on anymore, and the energy in her body is about to burn out.

"I'm going to get some more glucose. ”

Uncle Ethan spoke, his face as rough as a sandstone wall was expressionless, but his eyes were wet. Trying to tilt his head up, his voice trembling from too much force.

It's just that he knows in his heart that the last bottle of glucose in the convoy has flowed into K. Matt's veins two hours ago, and where is he going to get glucose at this moment?

But he couldn't watch the girl die so haggard, so he turned away from the fire.

He got into the car he had driven back hours earlier, and struggled to dig out piles of debris, bottles and cans that he had thrown on the ground.

"There must still be...... There must be something else here!"

The old man wished that something had gone wrong with his memory, that he had forgotten even a bottle of glucose in the ambulance-turned-car.

"Bang dang!"

The sound of debris and bottles being discarded on the sand was a little heavier, and the man got into the car, and only then did he slow down.

He clutched his head and cried silently where no one could see him.

"Lord...... Don't just abandon your people...... Please......"

At this moment he wondered if God still loved them, or if the knight was really the final salvation?

Sadness, even through layers of covering, is still contagious.

So everyone around K. Matt hid their faces, and even Claire couldn't help but turn her back and wipe her eyes.

K. Matt is the 'old man' in the team, and this kind girl has a good relationship with everyone on weekdays, and she is always the one who cries the most when the team is attritional.

Seeing that such a simple girl is about to die, who can face such a thing calmly?

Claire had her back to the campfire, and the night sky in the distance had been lowered to the horizon, and it was a good night tonight, and every star seemed to be extra close to the mortal world.

Are they here to pick up some fellow citizen who has been left behind in the mortal world?

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"Mino, what time is it?"

On the fourth basement floor, Alice, who was facing dozens of 'berserkers' who were imprisoned in special cages, suddenly asked a strange question.

"It's past midnight now. Mino, who didn't know what to do, replied.

"Phew!"

A gunshot rang out, followed by a scream.

"Thank you for informing. ”

Alice said to Mino, who was holding her stomach in disbelief, who was holding her stomach with one hand as if trying to block the blood coming out of the wound and pointing at Alice.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't say a complete sentence until the end.

"Bang~!"

Fat as he is, so high-profile when he falls.

"Mr. Mo Ye, 'today' has passed, now you can start the killing ring, right?"

Blowing the muzzle of the gun as if to blow away the unwarranted smoke, Alice said to Lin Ming, who was standing on the side.

At this time, there were only their own people in the laboratory, and the guards were all sent below in advance to assist the scientific researchers in sorting out the supplies.

The one who gave such an order is now lying down.

"Erwuzai, you can't stay. ”

Lin Ming didn't say a word about Alice's actions, anyway, he didn't want to let anyone in this base go in the first place.

"Well said!"

Oh, I forgot, Dr. Isaacs, who was tied up with a big flower, was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and a strand of rope was split from the rope that an Alice clone was holding. This kind of treatment is really humiliating for a man like Isaacs, but even if he is humiliated like this, his face is still full of calm.

What an Isaacs!

Lin Ming, who could see all of Isaacs's thoughts, gave such an evaluation, just like the admiration of a group of monsters on the West Heaven Road for a certain stone monkey.

"Click. ”

Alice's reply to Isaac's magnanimity was to raise a hand and wave, holding Isaac's replicator, realizing that the cold muzzle of the gun in her hand was pointed at Isaac's head.

"Don't touch him yet, after all, if he's almost completely cracked the T-virus as he said, it's much more cost-effective to spare his life than to kill him now. ”

Lin Ming can't let Isaacs hang up now, so he has to figure out what kind of branch line Issaacs has after Mo Xie comes out, so that the Holy Book wants to protect him.

Alice was silent.

"Now that zero has passed, the action can begin. ”

Lin Ming said, and he stood up.

The mental power is full, and it ......

The following offerings have also begun to contribute......

Feeling the last trace of spiritual power at the cost of a sacrifice's life, the corners of Lin Ming's mouth showed an arc that should not appear on the 'knight's face no matter how you look at it.

"Wait a minute!" a still immature voice once again contradicted the decision-makers......

Hey, why 'again'?

"Where do you want to go?!" Erin, who stood in front of the computer that had been removed from Octopus', crossed her waist.