The catastrophe is gone, and there is only sporadic resistance from some fish that have slipped through the net in the base. Chen Xian's men have basically given up resistance and surrendered, and a few of his henchmen are on the run. Lao Wang and Zheng Xiaowen and Zheng Xiaoyu are busy taking over the camp, searching for the remnants, and maintaining order. Although it was late at night, the whole camp was silent, and under this reshuffle that affected everyone's fate, I am afraid that no one would be able to sleep with their eyes closed.

In this way, Zhuang Yichen has become an idler. But that's fine, then let's go pick up the hair. From the beginning of the battle on the lawn, Ben Ben has already gone to protect Mao Mao first, and with Ben Ben's sensitive sense of smell, he must have reunited with his master at this time and stayed by Mao Mao's side.

Lao Wang gave Zhuang Yichen a few possible places to hold Mao Mao, and at this moment he went to inquire one by one.

The words were divided into two ends, just when Zhuang Yichen was looking for the place where Mao Mao was being held, in the basement of the command building of the prison center, Clumsy was turning into a small hairball lying in Mao Mao's arms, one person and one pet, and he was very happy. Mao Mao's ankle was tied to a thick iron chain, and there were several obvious tooth marks near the ankle of the iron chain.

The entire basement was silent, and one of the guards who had been guarding the doorway had turned Dumb into a cold corpse, lying quietly in the basement doorway. At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from afar, messy and panicked, echoing in the silent underground passage. As soon as he heard this voice, the stupid man who was lying in Maomao's arms and selling cuteness suddenly pricked up his ears. Then he jumped up, jumped lightly to the ground, and turned back into the majestic Tibetan mastiff he had before.

The scattered footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the clumsy ears are pricked up, like a patient hunter, quietly waiting for the approach of the prey.

"Damn, now it's all Wang Guoan's people outside, what should we do?"

"What can I do, even the boss is dead, now hide for a while."

"Otherwise, let's go out and surrender."

"Phew! Going to go, you're going! We have several lives under Wang Guo'an, do you think he will let us go? ”

"Also, when this wave of people passes, let's run away from the back wall of the oil depot."

These two people were Chen Xian's henchmen, and they came over from the corner of the basement corridor with a low scolding all the way. The light of a flashlight pierced the darkness here, but the pillar of light didn't travel far before it was swallowed up by the deep and long corridor. The two of them had just taken a few steps to the room where Mao Mao was being held, when one of them suddenly stopped.

"Wait, something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Smell carefully, it smells of blood."

The other sniffed slightly, "It's a little." With that, the two men raised their pistols and walked slowly forward with their backs against their backs. It was a few steps away, and soon the two of them came to the door of the room where Mao Mao was being held. At this time, a stupid waiting quietly was only a wall away from them.

"Wait, there's a corpse here." The light of the flashlight focused on the corpse, which was completely cold, and the hearts of the two people tensed together. The two looked back at each other, and were just about to raise their guns to enter the room to check, when they suddenly saw a huge white shadow rushing out of the room.

"Uh~!" One of them let out a scream, and then heard his neck snap as it snapped off neatly. The flashlight also fell to the ground, and it went out with a bang. In the darkness, the other man only had time to fire a few random shots before he was clumsily pounced on the ground, and he was silent in one bite.

In the darkness, the few pistol bullets fired indiscriminately sparked on the hard concrete walls, and the ping-pong pong ricocheted everywhere in the cramped basement, muffling a muffled snort of suppressed pain.

The entire basement returned to its previous tranquility, and after clumsily raising his head and confirming that the two people were no longer breathing, he quickly ran back to Maomao's side.

"Hee-hee, well done! My little stupidity is the worst. Maomao stretched out a hand and gently rubbed her clumsy head. Ah, no. Hee-hee, it should be big stupid. ”

His tone was soft, and his laughter carried a weakness that could not be concealed. Clumsy and puzzled rubbed his head vigorously on Maomao's hand, and then raised his head to look at Maomao.

Maomao covered her chest with one hand and smiled softly at it. In his chest, blood was trickling out. One of the stray bullets that flew in all directions just now hit Maomao, and the bullet pierced the lobe of the lung diagonally, tearing deeply into the muscles of the heart.

Looking at all this, Stupid suddenly understood the reason. It whimpered softly, its voice sharp and urgent, and the pain of grief deep in its soul. Mao Mao coughed weakly twice, the injury to the lobe of his lungs made every breath hot and heavy, he gently wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and then raised his hand with difficulty to hug the clumsy neck, closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

Clumsy buried his head in Maomao's arms, and a low whimper came out from deep in his throat. The basement was quiet and serene, and in the center of the ground, a few searchlights that were on in the camp scattered a small faint speck of light through the narrow windows, and countless small pieces of dust fluttered lightly under the spots. Outside the window, the sky was thick and gloomy, and a slender crescent moon was blocked behind the clouds, and the cold shimmer could penetrate the thick clouds, sad and desperate.

After Zhuang Yichen found this place, everything was over. One man and one dog snuggle up to each other and keep each other warm. Just like those normal days. Only this time, after dawn, one side will never wake up. Seeing Zhuang Yichen coming, Clumsy just tilted his head slightly, and then buried his head in Mao Mao's arms. It was a wet mass beneath its eyes, and it was crying silently.

Zhuang Yichen stood at the door for a long time, and then gently retreated. This is a world that belongs only to them, and no one can disturb them.

Walking out of the building, the whole camp was busy. Because of the events of the evening, a large number of survivors had not yet eaten dinner. Lao Wang is arranging for people to distribute food, and in such a moment of hunger and panic, nothing can be more soothing than a can of canned beef. The takeover is well organized, and no one will pay attention to everything here.

There are already too many people dying tonight, and who cares about a child who hasn't even seen him? Zhuang Yichen sat lightly on the stairs at the entrance of the building, and found a cigarette, but he couldn't find the fire. So he tore open the cigarette paper, smoked a few sticks from the pile of loose tobacco, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently. The bitter taste spread in his mouth, and the figure not far away swayed, and the figure dragged by the headlights swayed on Zhuang Yichen's face, and he squinted his eyes with a calm expression.

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