December 23, 2024, evening, 5:26 p.m., Potala Palace, Tibet.

The Potala Palace in winter is just like the colors of its four seasons, red and white, magnificent and majestic. The eternal Sanskrit sound envelops the Tibetan towns on the plateau, rendering a solemn and solemn silence in the gray and black canopy of intense blood and mourning, like a monk who has gone through a hundred eons standing on the mountain, gazing at the suffering of the world with compassionate eyes.

The bitter wind swept through the snowstorm that was common in the highlands and blew into the blood-stained buildings, bringing the fresh and luscious smell of human flesh into the hordes of zombies outside the fortified city, causing a series of unwilling commotions of dark creatures, which roared low and climbed up the steep mountain wall, stacking on top of each other in an attempt to reach the food in the besieged city.

Several Tibetans stationed inside the palace walls stared at the rising black wave below with solemn expressions, and the Tibetan knives in their hands flashed with a murderous coldness, they looked at each other, their lips and teeth moved slightly, and they exchanged something quickly.

Then, one of the bearded men pulled out two black grenades from his fur coat, bit the tab, and quickly threw them downward.

"Boom╠╠"

A loud noise came from the bottom of the hillside, and the sound of stones collapsing and falling could be faintly heard, accompanied by a few angry roars, and the mountain of corpses that could only be accumulated collapsed, and the dominoes poured around, instantly collapsing a small group of corpses.

Seeing this, several Tibetans showed a simple smile on their dark faces, and they cast their awe-inspiring eyes on the Potala Palace, which has not changed for a hundred years, and reverently threw themselves to the ground, kneeling down to worship the pillar of faith that has not allowed death to take away their lives until now.

Different from the depression and coldness in various parts of China after the virus mutation, corpses are everywhere, purgatory, the Potala Palace, which embodies the lifelong belief of the Tibetan people, was protected by all the survivors at the first time of the crisis.

The Tibetan survivor base is connected with the Potala Palace, occupying the entire mountain range as the area of existing population activities, and forming a fire dam with countless heavy artillery and guns. Cooperate with the steep terrain of the plateau, gradually condense into a difficult bone, casting a military defense line that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Tibetans and the People's Liberation Army took turns carrying out the defensive work, and the day and night work was not without effect. At least, with their unremitting efforts, the third wave of zombies has been broken through, just waiting to gather all the firepower to destroy it, so as to take the opportunity to rescue the next group of Tibetans who are besieged in a certain star town.

At this time, outside the fire defense line of the Potala Palace, an off-road vehicle stained with yellow dust was slowly approaching this sacred area, the wheels ran over the stumps and flesh stained with snow, and the ice slag and rubber rubbed together to play a terrible music, which was particularly chilling on the dead road.

Inside the car. The glamorous woman in the driver's seat held the steering wheel leisurely, her white and slender fingers casually tapping the wheel axis, and the bright red beautiful nails and the white jade-like back of the hand reflected each other, which was very eye-catching.

"Sir, we have arrived at our destination." Full and plump red lips open and close. Like a delicate rose, every bloom is the ultimate freshness. It's just that this delicate beauty is in a bad mood at the moment, and she looks very impatient when she talks about it, "I don't want you to give another order to drive the car up the plateau, the difficulty factor is ...... I'd rather go on a mission to kill 10 big names in the financial industry."

A mocking smile flashed between Hebrew's handsome and three-dimensional eyebrows. Mean words also unceremoniously popped out of the sexy thin lips: "Ten financial bosses? Heh, Kang, you can pick easy work, but I'm afraid that the total value of the current ten leaders is not comparable to that of a zombie."

It's not that it's not as good as a zombie, but it's not as good as the crystal nucleus in a zombie's brain......

Kang pursed his lips disdainfully and reached out to remove the sunglasses that were resting on his face. The snow-white stinging of the flowers outside made her eyes squint in annoyance, and she ignored the taunts of her boss, and said to herself: "I really hate snowy days...... I hated ...... for more than ten years."

Hebrew's keen hearing did not miss the woman's muttering, and he turned his head carelessly, as if thinking of something. Suddenly, there was no interest in small talk.

Hate snowy days...... Oh, what a woman who can't get out of her own world.

He turned his head to look at the silent world outside the car window, his eyebrows furrowed sharply, and the momentum of his body once again revealed the ambition of the superior to control and "Kang, go up. Enter that base."

"Uphill again?" Kang's voice was strongly questioning, and he suddenly realized that Hebrew's decision-making was sometimes as unreasonable as a child, "Sir, our off-road vehicle has run out of fuel, and I am more realistic to walk."

As he spoke, before Hebrew could get angry, Kang opened the door and got out of the car first, walked neatly to the back compartment and fished out his backpack, and raised the corners of his mouth to mock at the iron-faced Hebrew in the car: "Sir, if you don't come out again, you will be buried in this snowdrift with your great dream."

Rude, arrogant, and unknowing...... This woman! That's how he treats his boss!

"Shet." Hebrew angrily slammed his fist on the car window, and with a crisp sound, it shattered the entire glass in an instant, but his fist did not break even a trace of skin.

After a while, he warned the woman in front of him in an extremely dangerous tone, making her understand a little bit of responsibility as a subordinate: "Kang, don't think that stepping on the land of Huaxia is your world, if you are disobedient, I will still break your neck."

Hebrew's voice was so cold that Kang had no doubt what would happen if he challenged his majesty again. The two have gotten along. [,！ After twelve years, she knew this man very well, and every time he spoke in such a tone, it meant that he would do what he said, and someone would always be unlucky.

And she, it's better not to touch the moldy head......

Even though, she really didn't understand why his love was so abnormal today? Obviously, there are a lot of things that mock each other on weekdays, and I really haven't seen him so fierce.

"Well, sir, it's all up to you." Kang decided to compromise, pointing his finger at the entrance of the high-end defense base, and said, "Then we ...... Is it to walk past? Or do you sit here and I'm running errands to get gas?"

Hebrew pushed the car door with grace, wearing a designer suit and a pair of shiny leather shoes that contrasted sharply with the low houses around him, giving people a very tall feeling abruptly.

Kang Zhixiang took out his supplies from the back of the car and carried them on his back, and reported some information formulaically: "Sir, we have lost contact with the headquarters for a day, in case you are going to establish a foundation in Tibet, how can you ensure that some people in the headquarters will not take this opportunity to take your place?"

"That's not something you should care about, Kang, just do your part." Hebrew looked at the Potala Palace, his blue eyes darkened, "If I can control the faith in western China, then it will only be a matter of a few years to swallow this land."

A few years has been a huge variable, even if someone in the headquarters replaces him, as long as he is in charge here, he is not afraid that they will really hit him with ideas.

Power, status, military power, he will also get this qiē in the time he can't return to the headquarters, and he wants to let all those who are waiting to see his jokes know that even if he loses the backing of Andros, he Hebrew will still be their God, forever!

The two of them walked leisurely towards the survivor base one after the other, leaving a long series of deep and shallow footprints on the blood-colored snow, and then, gradually, they were submerged in the overwhelming snow, showing no trace.

History, like footprints, no matter how profound it is, will inevitably be smoothed out by the back waves.

At the same time, at the other end of the Chinese land, in the center of the city, in the police station, there is an office on the second floor.

Tian Hongyi was holding a bowl of fishy and unusually black medicinal juice, the whole person was almost smoked into a lump of soft meat by the smell of medicine, he held his breath and sent the medicine bowl to Yun Mo, and questioned with a bitter face: "Yun Mo, cough cough, I said, cough cough, can this medicine really be drunk?" Don't be poisonous! So fishy! Ahem, ahem! "

Yun Mo had already closed his sense of smell, held the medicinal juice with a normal face, skillfully removed the half-dead child's jaw, and poured the medicinal juice into his half-open mouth.

"Drink! Yun Mo, you murder! "

Tian Hongyi screamed in surprise, and expressed his opposition to Yun Mo's frenzied drug filling methods, didn't he see that the child had already breathed less and breathed out more, and he actually took off his chin again, and he directly poured medicine, this is especially murder!

Yun Mo ignored his words, and poured his own medicinal juice into it, as if he had used such a method hundreds of times.

In fact, she did use it more than 100 times.

In the previous world, when the half-dead soldiers on the battlefield did not know how many, as long as they rolled their eyes and kicked their legs and were almost dead, they were all fed like this, and the barracks have been passed down from generation to generation for an unknown amount of time, and it was a lifetime of happiness to be lucky enough to be fed by the marshal, how could it be murder that kind of despicable act.

Illiterate bear kids!

Yun Mo secretly spat in his heart, and said quietly on his lips, saying bottomless certainty: "I don't know if I can save if I drink it, but if I don't drink it, I will be hopeless."

A dead horse is just a live horse doctor, and it is really a loss.

Although the meat cocoon was only a wreckage, it still weighed seventy or eighty pounds, and she cut off the soft tissue closest to the heart, so that the women among the survivors could cook a bowl of medicinal juice in the kitchen of the bureau.

She wasn't sure if she would be able to pull this child back to the line of death, after all, in her previous life, she was only a mecha warrior and a psychic person, and she didn't know what the medicinal value of the pupa remains of the cyborg was half a dime.

So, leave it to fate, it's naturally good to be alive, and it's good to be dead...... That's all it can be.

And, for death, all people should get used to it.

ps:

It's time for some little monsters tomorrow...... I can't mix this light as water day...... My generation is really heavy-mouthed......