Lord of End of World

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The old man and his grandson concentrated on eating biscuits. The eight special forces were tired for a day. They also felt hungry. They took out dry food and filled their hunger. Only Song Haoran, the photos in the wallet of the Capricorn, the dark eyes were bottomless. Missing is full of thoughts.

"The general will eat something, and replenish his strength in time. Otherwise, there will be no strength to find Gong Lijun." A ministry will pat him on the shoulder and whispered.

"Yeah." Song Haoran decapitated his head, closed the wallet, and collected it in his close pocket. He took out a bag of compressed biscuits and chewed it mechanically.

Look at the Major General who lost his soul. Several subordinates who are more intimate with him look at each other and shake their heads helplessly.

The boy put a biscuit in his mouth and swallowed it even if he didn't chew it. He almost didn't be shackled. His grandfather immediately stepped forward to take a picture of him, and finally let him slow down.

"Are you looking for the person on the photo?" The teenager patted his chest and asked for gasping.

"Yes, we can't go back without finding him. You are hiding here for two days. We will contact the big forces to pick you up. Right, are there other survivors besides you?" The general did not answer the question and asked him.

"I have seen it, but they are all dead. They are too courageous. In front of the death triangle, let them not go to the wrong place, die and live!" The boy's tone is scornful, as if he is waiting for his own nest in the bomb shelter. Very proud.

Everyone is silent and no longer cares for him. The child spoke with a cold, cold-blooded taste, selfishness, timidity and weakness, which made them particularly unhappy. Song Haoran looked up and glanced at him, his eyes sharp as a knife, cold and cold. The child's attitude reminded him of Gong Xiangyi, and his heart did not consciously sigh with a sigh of relief.

The teenager was shrunk by Song Haoran and immediately shut up. After a few more minutes, he opened his scalp and said, "Let me see the photo, my grandfather has never seen it, maybe I have seen it."

Song Haoran squatted and finally handed the photo over. As long as there is a clue, he will not give up.

The teenager took the photo and looked at the light. Song Haoran squinted his eyes and locked his movements and expressions. After half a minute, the teenager looked up and looked at Song Haoran. He opened his mouth with regret. "I have seen this person, and on the day of the last eruption, I happened to come here to give my grandfather a living allowance. However, he is already dead. I was eaten by a group of zombies, and it was in the corner in front of the alley. At that time, he called me for help, but there were too many zombies, I didn’t dare to go. Sorry!"

The teenager said that he was red-eyed and shyly bowed his head. His grandfather was surprised and looked at his grandson. He quickly reached out and patted his back to comfort him. Then he looked down to Song Haoran, and his eyes showed a few sympathy.

Song Haoran stared at the two grandsons with no expression, and did not answer for a long time. The atmosphere in the cave gradually became gloomy.

The young man bit his teeth and wiped away the tears in his eyes. He said softly, "Big brother, don't be sad. The end of the world is like this. Maybe it is this moment. Maybe it is the next moment. People will face death at any time. You want to open." He is dead, what do you do? Is it necessary to retreat? Can you bring me and my grandfather?"

This is his real purpose. This ghost place, he did not want to wait for a moment, God knows that after Song Haoran walked, the army will not pick them up, instead of waiting in despair, it is better to hold out the people in front of them.

"When you saw him, what kind of clothes did he wear?" Song Haoran closed his eyes and asked in a very calm tone, but the darkness of the cocoon was brewing a storm.

The young boy’s eyes flashed slightly, and he secretly tightened his clothes. He said calmly. “He was seriously injured at the time, he was covered in blood and surrounded by a group of zombies. I didn’t see it clearly.”

"Oh ~" to see the youngster's guilty little action, Song Haoran sneered, suddenly picked up his clothes, pulled him to his face, the other hand quickly pulled out the pistol from the waist, vigorously resisted him The temple, the tone of the cold, full of suffocating, "You have the ability to look at my eyes, say it again! You are right, the end of the world, at any time someone will die, you guess, the next moment you will not die?"

The teenager felt the pressure of the temples and the coldness of the barrel, and the legs and feet trembled. He was scared to incontinence, and he couldn’t speak for a while.

All this happened too suddenly, and everyone was too late to react. The boy had already fallen into the hands of Song Haoran who lost the wolf. The old man almost fainted in the past, and the other eight people quickly stopped.

It is a pity that Song Haoran in the wrath is very big, and he is not willing to let go. A group of people will not dare to come hard, afraid that the pistol will go away, they have to keep persuading.

Song Haoran stared at the person in his hand and listened to the words of his subordinates. Obviously, Gong Lizhen is his anti-scale, no one can touch. Regardless of whether the other person is a minor child, the underage child has the right to be willful? Can a minor child sacrifice his or her life for the sake of living? What is the reason? His Li Wei is also living outside, suffering from hunger and fear. If he really believes, who else will save him? !

Thinking of this, Song Haoran's expression was awkward, and the fingertips of the trigger were moved.

"This, what is the situation?" A middle-aged man took a paper bag in one hand and a knife with blood on his hand in one hand. He saw nine people who suddenly appeared, and they looked surprised and saw one of them. Suddenly, I took a gun and looked at Zhao Jing’s head. I suddenly burst into amazement and asked stutteringly.

"The sea, save the small scenery!" The 70-year-old man quickly shouted at the man.

"Big brother, save me!" The boy's voice trembled and his tears flowed.

"This brother, there is something to say, Xiaojing is still a child! Look at you wearing this, should be a soldier? Is this the military? Is the gun pointing at the head of the civilian?" The man quickly stepped forward and tried to pull Open Song Haoran's hand.

Song Haoran glanced at him, and the look of no temperature made the other party’s heart sigh. Song Haoran bit his teeth and looked back at Zhao Jing. He said quietly, "You said the words just now!"

"I, I dare not, I lied, I am all lying. I have never seen him, I just want you to take me out quickly, I don't want to stay here for a second. He is not dead, He certainly didn't die!" The young boy said with a tear in his face and said incoherently.

Song Haoran tightened the handle of the gun, sharp eyes like a knife deeply stunned the young man, finally loosened the hand of the blue violent violent, and threw him out. The old man quickly grabbed the grandson who rolled to the side and hid in the corner, far from Song Haoran. Although the grandson is deceiving first, but this person is too embarrassed, how can he use a gun to compare the head of a child? !

The rest of the people were relieved and shouted: Fortunately, the Major General finally found the wolf and did not give it to anyone.

Although Song Haoran has a bad temper, he has always been observing the duties of the military, and has never done anything to the civilians who have no rivals. On such a hot and ruthless side, they saw it for the first time.

Song Haoran holds the gun and sits in the corner with a blank expression. Others were quiet and timid, and they did not dare to make a sound, and they were afraid of disturbing him. The quiet needle in the air-raid shelter can smell, and even the air is stagnant, which makes people feel depressed. Just at this moment, there was a crisp ‘droplet’ sound in the hole.

"The Major General, it seems that your communicator is ringing." A special soldier saw Song Haoran did not respond, cautious opening reminder.

"Hmm?" Song Haoran suddenly returned to the gods, quickly pumping out the communicator from the waist and pressing the call button.

"Hey, is it Big Brother Song?" The voice of the young and clear voice was clearly heard from the microphone. Song Haoran’s expression was awkward and his brow was showing. He was so excited that he could not speak.

"Song Big Brother, are you there?" Without a response, the teenager asked again with patience.

"In! Song big brother is!" After spending a lot of strength, Song Haoran only suppressed the whimper and trembling in the voice, the fortitude of the eyes poured a layer of tears, and the eyes were slightly reddish.

Hearing the gentle and incomparable voice of the young master, he felt that the ice on his body melted instantly and exudes a warm warmth. The same department will move their hearts, and they will all rise straight, erect their ears, and carefully recognize the residual sound in the microphone.

"Song Big Brother, I miss you!" The voice of the young boy was soft and soft, full of unrecognizable love, sent directly from the microphone to the ear, scratching Song Haoran's eardrum. Song Haoran's high-hanging heart slowly fell back to the chest, and a burst of swaying and numbness spread throughout the body, so that he could not stop smiling, his expression was gentle.

"I miss you too!" Song Haoran laughed low.

The temperature in the cave climbed up, and the ministry looked at each other, and the faces all showed a happy expression. It is Gong Lijun! This call came too soon, and then a few seconds at night, the Major General is going crazy.

"Song Brother, have you been injured? Where is it now?" In the microphone, Gong Lizhen asked with concern.

"I am very good, no injuries, how are you? Where is it now?" Song Haoran smiled, showing a trace of anxiety in his eyes, afraid to hear bad news.

"I am very good, now with Lin Big Brother. Where are you? I am coming to pick you up!" The young voice just fell, and there was a deep male voice on the other end, a serious opening, "Horan, report your position. We took a helicopter to pick you up."

Song Haoran reported the location, and at the end, he solemnly warned Lin Wenbo. "It’s good to send someone to pick it up. Don’t let Li Wei come over, it’s dangerous!”

The silence was over for a while, and Lin Wenbo’s voice rang again. “Just saw the map, you are not suitable for landing on the plane. It is best to find an open flat. There is an outdoor tennis hall next to Zhongling Building. Do you know? Go there and so on. we!"

"I know that place!" Hearing the reverberation of the microphone, the excitement of the man named the sea. The grandsons and grandsons in the corner also slowed down, and looked at Song Haoran with expectations. He never felt that he was terrible.

Song Haoran slightly daggered toward the sea and turned to the microphone and said, "I know, I am there."

"After an hour in the plane, you are ready." Lin Wenbo cautiously explained.

Song Haoran was low and wanted to hang up the phone. Gong Li’s voice was born again. “Don’t be afraid, I will pick you up soon, pay attention to safety!”

Song Haoran’s heart was first and foremost a burst of numbness, and then he was shocked. He repeatedly yelled at the microphone and refused to come. Responding to him was a dull ‘dudu’ sound, and he slammed his fist toward the ground.

"Miscellaneous, don't be angry, Li Wei is more affectionate and righteous! It is so dangerous to pick you up." One of his men quickly comforted, seeing the younger general's expression softened down, and then resolutely, "Let's go to the tennis court in advance, clean it up." When the helicopter landed, it will board the plane immediately, and there will be no danger."

Song Haoran beheaded, Shen Sheng, "Go, go to the tennis court now!" Thinking about the teenager who can see his day and night soon, he can't wait.

The sea led the way in front, and Song Haoran was protected by him. The two grandsons were sandwiched by the other eight people, kneeling in the bottom of the car and crawling toward the tennis court.