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Lin Chuan only drank a bowl of hot water before coming out, and his body was barely warm, but he began to feel cold after walking in the morning breeze for less than ten minutes.

He felt hungry like a knot in his intestines, and every step he took was light.

If it continues like this, it won't be long before it's over.

He said to himself.

In the whole team, Lin Chuan's physical condition is good, and his sales career in the wind and rain for several years has allowed him to exercise a good physique, if even he can't persevere, then many people should be about to die.

This made Lin Chuan even more convinced that he had to contact more teams to capture the warehouse. Otherwise, when most of the people are so hungry that they have no ability to move, the attack on the warehouse will be in vain.

Faced with that situation, it is not much different from waiting for death.

He cautiously took a spear made of steel and daggers and walked along the path he had walked yesterday, the reason why he didn't have an automatic rifle was because he was useless in such an environment where countless mutants were hidden, and the result of a shot would inevitably wake up countless sleeping monsters, which was not much different from suicide.

So he only carried a saber and this spear with him today.

All the way, he looked at the shops on the side of the road, and sure enough, as they said last night, almost all the grocery stores, hardware stores, markets and pharmacies were looted, and the kind of emptiness that there was not even a bit of garbage left made him have to agree with Wang Qinian's speculation that it was probably the work of the army.

They did it too thoroughly, and Lin Chuan didn't see anything missing along the way, which shattered his dream of finding something to cushion his stomach, and in the end he could only use a dagger to sawn off a piece of bark from the street tree on the side of the road, put it in his mouth and chew it slowly, and then swallowed it piece by piece.

The ornamental plants grown in the city should not be poisonous, right?

He comforted himself in this way, and walked vigilantly along the sun, and before he knew it, he had come to the intersection of yesterday.

The morning sun was blazing, the shadows of the buildings were squeezed into insignificant patches of color, and the giant mutants roaming the roadside were nowhere to be seen.

He turned into the path, and the shops on both sides of the road had added several holes, presumably caused by the monsters rushing out of it.

The ground was full of broken glass, and Lin Chuan stepped over them carefully to avoid stepping on them and making a sound.

If they come out again, it's a dead end.

Fortunately, he didn't live here, and he walked safely to the other end of the path.

The bloodstains left by Lao Leng were still barely recognizable, but he couldn't help but look in the other direction.

Yesterday he was in the direction of the card, and the thing was still there.

I should go to Lao Leng first.

He said to himself.

But another voice told him that he should go get it.

Maybe never get a chance to return to this place again.

He could barely recall how he had dodged the monsters that had suddenly appeared near evening, only that they had suddenly taken over the way back, that he had to escape from one sewer to another, and that he had even had to dive through a sewage-filled catchment well.

He kept his permission card close to him, and the fear that he might turn into a monster at any moment made it almost impossible for him to continue the rest of the trip.

Luckily, the smell of sewage may have helped him avoid the monster's attention, and no monster appeared on him. Even more fortunate that he didn't turn into a monster like the others, he was just cold and could barely move, and he felt like he was going to die on the road at any moment.

He never wanted to do it again, so he ended up going in that direction.

The streets were still empty enough to make people desperate, but for Lin Chuan, it was too good news to be good.

He slowly approached it with an indescribable feeling.

The incubator was still in the trunk of the car, and he suddenly felt his hand tremble so badly that he had to hold it tightly with his other hand.

He brought it up.

The box was heavy and locked, so Lin Chuan rudely pried it with the spear in his hand, smashed it, and finally opened it after ten minutes.

He opened it with trembling hands, and stumbled to the ground.

It was there, a small one, inconspicuous, but Lin Chuan spent a long time staring at it, and finally picked it up with two fingers.

"You're going to die a miserable death, or you're going to become a monster you hate."

"There's only a 1 in 10,000 chance that you'll have power."

He looked at it with fascination, but it was just a small dark red capsule, and he didn't know what was hidden inside.

Maybe it was just a prank by the stranger, maybe he just had a whim, trying to play a trick on him.

There may not be anything magical in this thing at all, or maybe it's just a virus.

But what if not? Maybe that's the only way out of this sea of suffering.

He recalled the ghostly actions of the man, and in just an instant, he was able to dig out Li Lei, who was buried deep in the ground, and he could effortlessly jump with them hundreds of meters away.

If only I could have that kind of power......

Countless years were churning in his mind, making him look at the little thing in his hand with fascination.

But in the end, he finally closed his palm.

Now is not the time.

He said to himself.

He carefully placed it in his jacket pocket, but still felt that it was inappropriate. He looked down at his clothes, and finally carefully opened the collar and tucked it in, then pushed it all the way to the other corner of the collar before breathing a sigh of relief.

It's time to go to Lao Leng.

The sun had risen to the middle of the zenith at some point, and he felt like he had experienced a struggle between life and death.

He was back at the same intersection as before.

There was a little blood stain that was particularly obvious, it should have been left by Lao Leng when he had just cut himself, and then the blood stains became scattered and splashed, Lin Chuan guessed that this was because he was running forward with all his strength at that time, waving his arms vigorously.

He walked along the street, and when he reached a junction, the blood was suddenly gone.

Lin Chuan searched almost against the ground, but he couldn't find any more blood.

He's been caught here?

Lin Chuan thought so, but then denied his speculation.

These monsters do not store food, nor do they share it with their companions. There were at least five mutants chasing after Lao Leng yesterday, and if he was caught here, he should have seen a large bloodstain.

He calmed down and searched around on his own, finally seeing something unusual.

An Audi sedan was rudely left on the side of the road, with its four wheels facing the sky, and the rubber wheels were ripped off and thrown aside.

The reason that made Lin Chuan pay attention to it was that its back box was almost smashed, covered with fresh scratches, and even tooth marks. It's easy to imagine what it was like to be here, grabbing, smashing, scratching, biting at the closed trunk of the car, and finally turning it over and throwing it on the side of the road. The scratched paint was new, and perhaps they didn't reluctantly leave until after dawn.

Lin Chuan looked around cautiously and gently patted the carriage cover with his hand.

"Old cold?" He asked softly, but there was no response.

The middle of the carriage cover was very concave, Lin Chuan turned the spear in his hand around, and used the tail of the spear to pry it in every possible way, but fortunately, those monsters made the carriage cover a little deformed, faintly revealing a crack, and it took a lot of effort to finally pry it open.

Lao Leng fell out of it.

Lin Chuan hurriedly hugged him.

There was blood all over his face and body, and he was unconscious, Lin Chuan tried his pulse, which was a little weak, but it was indeed still beating, which made Lin Chuan so excited that he almost screamed.

"Old Leng, wake up!" He patted the old cold cheek, he only squirmed slightly, and still didn't wake up.

Lin Chuan looked at the carriage, and there were several obvious traces of impact.

He must have broken his head when the mutants were flipping the carriage.

There is no way to take him back in this way, Lin Chuan searched for him, there were no fractures and wounds, and finally saw that he found a wound a few centimeters long behind his ear, which had begun to scar, but he had just fallen out of the carriage and pulled the wound, and blood seeped out again.

"Dio!" Lin Chuan helplessly tore off a piece of clothes that looked fairly clean and put it on it.

It would be nice if someone else helped, and if even one person volunteered to come with him, it would be possible to bring Lao Leng back.

But now with him alone......

Lin Chuan shook his head and drove these useless complaints out of his mind, and began to look around for something that could be used to bandage the wound.

"Hiss"

Not far away, a strange sound suddenly came, Lin Chuan raised his head, and saw a dark red figure standing at the door of a shop two meters away, bending down and screaming at this side.

He involuntarily took a step back.

The mutant crawled forward slowly, but was soon exposed to the scorching sun, and it quickly shrank back and hissed again, like the sound of a cat when it is enraged.

Lin Chuan slowly squatted down and picked up the spear.

"Hiss"

This kind of sound also came from the other direction, Lin Chuan turned his head, and on the other side of the street, the two mutants also crawled out of the shop and slowly approached this way.

Lin Chuan could even see the razor-like fangs in their mouths, and saliva-like liquid was constantly dripping from the corners of their mouths.

The smell of blood must have alarmed them.

"Hiss"

"Hiss"

The sound kept moving around, and the three-headed mutant began to get agitated, moving quickly back and forth in the shadows, trying to find a way out of the sun.

They get burned more and more in the sun, but they also stay longer and longer.

Lin Chuan realized in despair that their appetite might have overtaken the other instincts in their bodies and began to dominate all their actions.

The mutant who appeared first finally stopped retreating into the shadows, but slowly crawled over to this side, enduring the pain of the sun's scorching rays.

Lin Chuan raised his spear in despair, ready to fight for his life.

Is this the last minute?

He asked himself.

He could feel the little thing hidden in the neckline touching his neck through a layer of fabric.

Is it time?

He reached out and grabbed it, thinking in despair.