16 years

Chapter 197 "I have to thank you."

The guard next to Fu Yan loaded his gun, and for a while, there was a sound of fine metal guns.

But soon, Fu Yan noticed something was wrong - because there were too many zombies on the opposite side, judging from the sound of footsteps, the number of zombies was obviously several times more than theirs.

The group of zombies moved extremely fast, and soon appeared from the depths of the corridor. They were covered with rotten flesh, and even black pus and blood dripped continuously on the metal floor as they ran.

There were not many people around Fu Yan, and there were less than ten people at full count, but Fu Yan took a quick look and felt that there were more than a hundred people on the opposite side.

These zombies appeared very abruptly. It is unknown where they were released from, and there were several corridors up and down.But Fu Yan observed their approach and found that they came from another direction.

So this is Joe Eden's last weapon, Fu Yan thought.

He made a decisive decision, pushed back the muzzle of the people around him with his backhand, and said, "Run!"

Encountering a large number of zombies in a narrow area, it is purely wishful thinking to fight head-on. The people brought by the army are also field personnel who have experienced many battles. Seeing this, they immediately adjusted their formation and retreated quickly.

Fortunately, the zombies were only on one side of the corridor. Fu Yan intentionally left them behind, and slowed down a little.

While speaking, the fastest-moving zombies had already rushed forward. They were obviously different from the zombies outside. Although their eyes were cloudy, they could vaguely see the focus of their gazes.

In addition, the bodies of these zombies were covered with hideous wounds, and some of the wounds had obvious tooth marks near the wounds, which glowed an ominous jet-black color.

Ordinary zombies will not attack each other, only the "worker ants" that Joe Eden intentionally cultivated will have the desire to attack because of defective products.

Compared with those zombies in the last days, these things are more like the experimental objects that Fu Yan and the others found on the other side of the Honglan River.

Perhaps because of this, these zombies were vaguely afraid of Fu Yan, and when they rushed forward, they hesitated and slowed down.

Fu Yan swiftly replaced the empty magazines, and accurately shot the few zombies running ahead.

The rest of the guards had already retreated a certain distance, and the one with the fastest footsteps had already reached the end of the corridor and pushed open the connecting partition door.

There is no combination lock on the door, only very old-fashioned mechanical locks are intertwined and locked, and the steel bars at the wrist are interspersed with each other, obviously requiring a fixed sequence to open.

Fortunately, Fu Yan and the others brought small-scale explosives for this operation, and they easily blasted open the door.

"Captain Fu!" The guard broke open the broken door and called out to him, "Quick! This seems to be the rest area of ​​the research institute!"

Fu Yan responded, turned his head and ran to the other side while the zombies were afraid to approach, but before he left the corridor, there was a sudden burst of rushing wind in the air.

In the next second, a bullet precisely hit the railing at the end of the corridor. The large-caliber sniper bullet easily penetrated the metal, and the shell case fell to the ground.

Fu Yan turned his head abruptly and looked up in the direction of the bullet.

At 45 degrees behind him, a surveillance camera with its warning light on slowly poked its head out of the darkness, like a cold snake, finally spitting out its bright red letter.

The blocking intention of the sniper rifle was very clear, and the opponent didn't even intend to cover it up. The aiming points fell all at once, not on Fu Yan, but on the intersection at the end of the corridor.

Fu Yan was sure to dodge one bullet, but he was not sure to dodge several at once. He looked at the cold camera, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and smiled coldly.

The sudden accident made everyone's faces change. Some young guards who couldn't calm down wanted to rush over to help, but were dragged back to the corner by the experienced comrades around them.

The group of zombies who were hesitant soon became commotion again. Fu Yan pulled out the saber on the outside of his calf with his backhand and said, "You guys go first, find a way to join the big army."

"But Team Fu—"

Before the young man could finish his exclamation, the group of zombies suddenly rioted, and a young zombie at the head suddenly bared its fangs and rushed towards Fu Yanfei.

Fu Yan turned back to let it go, and then raised the knife with his hand and dropped it, gouging out the back of his head.

But who knew that the zombie was not dead, it hugged Fu Yan's waist, let out a roar that was not human, suddenly pulled him back, and fell upside down along the railing like that.

Fu Yan's action earphones fell off during the movement, and in the last moment, Fu Yan could only vaguely hear Liu Ruosong's voice.

— seemed to be calling his name.

When falling rapidly, along with the feeling of weightlessness, there is also a physiological feeling that cannot be ignored.The adrenaline is rushing, the brain's computing power is accelerated, and the high-pressure shock brought by wind resistance.

Fu Yan only felt that someone was being stuffed into a vacuum-compressed luggage bag for a moment, he was suffocated for a moment, he only felt that his eyes went dark, and he fell heavily on the ground.

His fitness took a major blow at Wrangel Island, so it was difficult to stay fully conscious under the circumstances.He seemed to be briefly unconscious for a few seconds in mid-air, and when he opened his eyes again, he could no longer see the criss-crossing metal corridors above.

Fu Yan didn't know exactly how many meters he fell, but he vaguely remembered that at the moment of falling, he seemed to be blocked by something and had a buffer.

He felt severe pain in his left arm, but he was still able to move. Fu Yan struggled to sit up on the floor, and then realized that the zombie that was jumping at him before was lying under him—because of the fall from the sky, the other party had already died. It fell into a ball of meat paste.

Fu Yan stood up staggeringly. He looked around and found that the place he was in was a very large open square.

The building here is somewhat similar to the Colosseum, the outer ring is higher than the inner ring bottom, and there is even a huge one-way glass curtain wall on the "second floor" not far in front of him, but there is no light inside, so you can't tell what it is.

The "Colosseum" is surrounded by high walls, with low arcs on the inside and high on the outside. On Fu Yan's right hand side, there is a metal door with the family crest of Joe Eden's family engraved on it.

Fu Yan's gaze was fixed on that point, and he took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look.

But before he could make a move, a ring of high-power lights suddenly lit up on the "Colosseum" without any warning, instantly illuminating the entire venue as bright as day.

Fu Yan's eyes were used to the darkness, and he subconsciously turned his head to avoid it for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a very small sound of footsteps behind him.

The sole of the soft leather shoe rubbed against the metal, making a very small sound, Fu Yan slowly turned his head, without avoiding it.

—He could probably guess who it was.

The man behind him was good-looking, with his eyebrows and eyes resembling Irene. He was wearing a well-made overcoat, walked over gracefully, and stood three steps away from Fu Yan.

"Finally we meet." Joe Eden said, "Son of God."

Fu Yan subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand.

For the first time in several lifetimes he had come face to face with Joe Eden so closely.He had envisioned this scene countless times, but when it really happened, he found himself much calmer than he imagined.

As if he should see Joe Eden at this time, as if everything should have an end here.

Instead of feeling excited, Fu Yan felt a dull feeling.

"Joe Eden." Fu Yan called out his name: "I have long admired his name."

Joe Eden didn't speak, he raised his head, looked at the abyss-like sky, then moved his eyes down, and landed on the flesh and blood of the zombie not far from Fu Yan's feet.

In the next second, his eyes changed, and he suddenly laughed out loud without warning.

"Hahahahaha! It's you—" Joe Eden smiled sincerely. He clutched his stomach and laughed so hard that his whole body was trembling: "I've been looking for so long, but it's you—"

He looked weird and crazy, his coat slipped from his shoulders, and his thin spine protruded from the back of his neck, as if he was going to pierce his flesh and blood in the next second.

Fu Yan stroked the handle of the gun with his jaw.

Although Joe Eden was laughing, he was definitely not in a good mood. He looked angry and desperate, as if he had been fooled all his life.

"It was you," said Joe Eden, "but what's the use of that, I'm not the one who won!"

He was so emotional that he took a step forward uncontrollably, and said viciously: "Have you seen my work? There are thousands of cute babies. Do you think your teammates can get from that mountain of corpses?" Did you crawl out of the sea of ​​blood?"

Fu Yan blinked slowly, unexpectedly indifferent to this sentence.

"I know." Fu Yan said lightly.

Joe Eden had had enough of laughing, he bent slightly, raised the corners of his eyes, and looked at Fu Yan mockingly.

"You know, I've seen you before," said Joe Eden, "many times."

"I've seen you countless times in my dreams," said Joe Eden, "without exception, every time—every time you shattered my plans. I've clearly succeeded countless times, but in the end I don't know Why, the end of everything has become you."

Joe Eden's mental state was extremely chaotic, Fu Yan looked at him quietly, and after a while, raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"It turns out that you are also a lunatic." Fu Yan said.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" said Joe Eden. "I don't think so."

As he spoke, he straightened up and returned to that fanatical aristocratic gentleman's appearance. He waved his hand, and his tone seemed very cold.

"The world should evolve, but it's a pity that God refuses to give up the rights in front of me, so he sent you to hinder me." Joe Eden bent his eyes at him and said with a smile: "But it's a pity that you came a step late. "

"I know what you're looking for," said Joe Eden. "Eden One, right—he's in the door in front of you."

Fu Yan subconsciously looked back at the door with the totem painted on it.

Joe Eden suddenly approached him from behind. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Fu Yan's shoulders from behind. There was a shiny blade on his fingertips, which was pressing against Fu Yan's throat.

Fu Yan lowered his eyes slightly, without struggling.

"I know that if you want to resist, even in this state, you can easily break my neck." Joe Eden leaned on him, giggling, the blade flipped twice on his fingertips. Down.

"So you still haven't let me go?" Fu Yan said.

"I want to tell you something." Joe Eden motioned him to look at the door in front of him: "You can't open it."

"What do you mean?" Fu Yan asked.

"Because this door has the most sophisticated lock in the world, which requires a special gene to open it." Joe Eden said: "Except for a specific key, even I can't open it."

Fu Yan didn't doubt the authenticity of his words, and it was not surprising for this lunatic to do anything.

"So." Fu Yan said indifferently: "What are genes?"

"It's Irene," said Jo Eden, laughing. "You didn't bring her—that's a pity."

Fu Yan's fingers holding the gun tightened, and his joints were slightly white.

"It's the same if you're taken back." Fu Yan said, "The petri dish is in our hands, and blood samples may be available at any time."

"Then this place will soon explode and turn into ashes." Joe Eden exaggeratedly blew into Fu Yan's ear and made a gesture of ashes disappearing: "Actually, at this point, I think we can be honest. Wait—there is a nuclear bomb buried under this research institute, and the chip is under my skin, if you force me, I can die with you at any time."

"Are you willing to die?" Fu Yan asked.

"I was waiting for you here." Joe Eden replied irrelevantly: "I just want to see you, to see who it is that can drive ahead of me time and time again and drive me into a corner."

"You see it now?" Fu Yan said.

"Hmm." Joe Eden's eyes suddenly became very gentle. He traced the outline of Fu Yan with his eyes, and said softly, "You also brought me a pleasant surprise."

"I was going to kill you, but now I've changed my mind." Joe Eden said, "I'd now trade Eden One and your Supreme Leader for you—Eden One is the place where all virus research goes." Necessities, so I think they'll agree."

"I give Irene to you, waiting for this day. Irene is thousands of miles away, but the choice is close at hand." Joe Eden's sigh was full of twists and turns, like some kind of aria: "In this case , I think I should have the opportunity to negotiate with your top leaders."

Goosebumps suddenly appeared on Fu Yan's back. For no reason, he felt that something was stuffed in his chest, which was cold and hard, making him want to shiver.

But he didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes to look at the blade on his vitals.

"I thought you were just a lunatic, but I didn't expect you to be a political schemer." Fu Yan said with a smile, "But what's the use of me? You want to vent your anger? Then you can do it now."

"You have a very special smell." Joe Eden sniffed at his shoulder, pointedly tilted his head towards the pool of flesh and blood not far away, and said with a smile, "They like you very much—so I want to cut you open, draw your blood, grind your flesh, break open your bones, scrape out your marrow, and find a way to make them like you so much."

"... That's really great." Fu Yan said suddenly.

His eyes fell on the door not far away, his face was calm, with a smile on his lips, even after hearing such sensational words, he didn't make any waves.

Joe Eden froze for a moment, frowning suspiciously.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I have to thank you." Fu Yan said softly: "If it was my own subconscious, I would definitely not choose such a way of death for myself."

"What do you mean?" Joe Eden asked warily.

"I have a question to ask you." Fu Yan said: "If you are my subconscious imaginary enemy, then if I kill you here, does it mean that in my cognition, everything is over?"

Before Joe Aiden could answer, Fu Yan suddenly got into trouble and grabbed Joe Aiden's arms around him.

Joe Eden struggled subconsciously for a moment. His posture was tightly attached to Fu Yan, almost lying on his back. Being pulled by him like this, it was difficult to struggle away in a short time.

The next second, Fu Yan numbly raised the gun to his chest, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A bullet passed through his chest and sank deep into Joe Eden's heart.

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I can finally say XD. In fact, since chapter 165, Brother Fu has been jumping back and forth between "the world is real" and "the whole world is fake", thinking that everything is an illusion derived from his madness 233333, There have been obvious foreshadowings and metaphors on this point a few times, you can go back and review 23333 [and the last restart was entirely caused by Brother Fu’s mental state. restarted this time]