Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang went to his former lounge first and found that, apart from the dust, the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as before he left. He looked around and took out a few towels from his bag and threw them to the others: "You guys wipe the seats with towels and stay here for now. It should be safe after this door is closed. Xiaochen and I will go out and take a look."

A Kuan took the towel and was about to speak after hearing what Lian Qingyang said, but was stopped by Ke Zhengqi, who whispered, "It's okay. If we go in this situation, we will only cause more trouble. You have to believe in the abilities of the captain and Brother Qing. In situations that are very dangerous for us, they will never let us take risks." He is older than Jiang Yuchen and Lian Qingyang, but he firmly believes that the size of the team should be ranked according to ability, so he calls Brother Qing very smoothly.

A Kuan had no choice but to nod. After Jiang Yuchen and Lian Qingyang left, Meng Qingjie closed the door very naturally, and then sat next to Bian Chao and started chatting.

After Jiang Yuchen and Lian Qingyang left, they headed straight for the room where the experimental subjects were placed. This room was already empty. The two of them stood in the empty room and looked at each other. Lian Qingyang frowned: "The ones who attacked us outside the institute should be the experimental subjects. Except for you, the others have all turned into zombies?"

This is almost impossible. Those who can be selected as experimental subjects are people with excellent physical fitness and excellent physique. At least 80% of them will become people with superpowers.

Jiang Yuchen glanced at the room calmly and replied, "Zombies awaken earlier than those with special abilities. If you were a zombie and woke up to find several living people lying next to you, what would you do?"

"So there might have been only one person who became a zombie, but he woke up and bit the others, and as a result, they all became zombies." Lian Qingyang stopped dwelling on it and turned to leave the room. "Let's go to that person's laboratory and lounge to check it out."

The two first went to the door of Dr. Mis's laboratory. His laboratory and lounge were unlocked by fingerprints and pupils. Now that there was no electricity, they could only be opened with keys. Lian Qingyang was not so particular. He inserted the tip of the vine in. With a "click", the door opened automatically after the lock was unlocked. Inside were various experimental instruments, equipment and medicines.

There was a skeleton on the ground, the person wearing a lab coat. It was Dr. Meese. A distinguished doctor of science, his body now rotted away, leaving only a skeleton and a virus for which there was no antidote.

The two men stared at the skeleton on the ground in silence for a long time before searching for useful data and records in the laboratory. They then went to Dr. Meese's lounge to search, but found nothing there.

*

With the information they found, they decided to head back that day and not stay here any longer. Fortunately, they did not encounter any danger in City B on the way back, and they successfully returned to the base a week later.

Strictly speaking, this mission was not completed, but the radio still announced that their team had retrieved Dr. Mis's research data, and A Kuan was naturally among them.

It was agreed that Kuan could join the team upon his return, but once he reached the fifth floor, Kuan took the initiative to say that he no longer planned to join them. "I'm really sorry, but this is a decision I've considered for a long time. I've learned a lot from you all along the way, and I've also experienced real combat. To be honest, you're really strong, and I'm really far behind you. Thank you for taking care of me all the way. I think I can join you once I'm stronger."

Lian Qingyang smiled and shook his head. "You're already amazing. You've been fearless and brave enough when facing the zombies. In fact, we think you have all the qualities of an excellent fighter, but you just set too high standards for yourself. However, we respect your choice. As long as you want to come, we welcome you anytime. Let's go, let's go eat first."

Ke Zhengqi walked over, put his arm around A Kuan's shoulder, and led him to Jiang Yuchen's room. "You're already pretty good, brother. Look, we make a great team, don't we? Why underestimate yourself? Let's go to the captain's for a good meal first. It's a must-do at the end of every mission, and you can come too."

Every time they go on a mission, their nerves are tense, so cooking becomes one of their ways to relax after coming back. Everyone has to cook a dish, and then vote for the most unpalatable one. The person who cooked that dish has to wash the dishes at the end. This is a game that everyone enjoys.

Ke Zhengqi sat next to Ah Kuan and whispered to him, "At first, it was the captain who usually washed the dishes because he had never cooked before. Then, for some reason, his cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds, so it was Bian Chao who had to wash the dishes. But usually Meng Qingjie helped him."

"Why?" A Kuan also made a dish this time, which was pretty decent. The best one was the one made by Lian Qingyang. He tried it several times, but every time he tried it, Jiang Yuchen glared at him. He was so scared that he didn't eat that dish anymore.

Ke Zhengqi winked at him and said, "You'll know after dinner."

As expected, Bian Chao lost again. Meng Qingjie said nothing. After everyone put down their chopsticks, he stood up and skillfully cleared the dishes. Ke Zhengqi teased him, "Hey, hey, hey, why are you always like this? Can't you let Bian Chao experience the treatment of losing? At worst, you can deliberately make the food taste a little worse next time?"

Meng Qingjie glanced at him and said seriously, "When we cook, we are not only opponents, but also referees. Giving our best is a sign of respect for our opponents and the tasters. After the meal, we are friends. My friend is not in good health and can't wash the dishes. I like to help others, so what's wrong with me lending a hand?"

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with you, kid. Go wash the dishes." Ke Zhengqi watched Meng Qingjie wash the dishes and said to the stunned A Kuan who was following behind, "See, there's something wrong with these two people."

A Kuan looked at the backs of the two and nodded.

Ke Zhengqi stood up and greeted Lian Qingyang and Jiang Yuchen, then pulled Ah Kuan up and said, "Okay, it's time for us to go back. You should go back and have a good rest."

*

After seeing off Meng Qingjie and Bian Chao, Lian Qingyang and Jiang Yuchen washed up before lying down on the bed to relax. They had a casual conversation with their eyes closed.

Lian Qingyang rubbed his temple and asked, "Why did you turn back when you were about to leave City B?"

"Huh? I thought you noticed." Jiang Yuchen was already a little drowsy, and his words were a little unclear.

"Will you go see the base commander tomorrow?"

"Okay." Jiang Yuchen turned over and naturally reached out to hold Lian Qingyang in his arms. "But the most urgent thing is to replenish your energy first. I'm going to sleep soon. I'm so sleepy."

Lian Qingyang didn't say anything else. He felt Jiang Yuchen's breath and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The next day, the two went to the base commander's office.

They reported the mission to the base commander and briefly explained the unusual things they had noticed on their way back: "There's a large-scale movement coming this way. If I'm not mistaken, we're likely facing a zombie wave."

Kong Fajing thought for a moment, then called over his assistant and A Kuan, asking them to help Jiang Yuchen and the others organize everyone to make adequate preparations. "It's always good to plan ahead. Even if we don't come this time, there will be another time. It's better to be on alert in advance. You two should listen carefully to Brother Jiang and Brother Lian's arrangements and make sure to complete this mission."

The two said yes, one of them was responsible for managing the people with special abilities and the other was responsible for managing ordinary people, and the tasks they were given were carried out quite smoothly.

There were more sentries on the outer city walls, and the sound of gunfire from the shooting range often rang out until midnight. Lian Qingyang and his men gave most of the supplies to A Kuan, asking him to give regular meals to ordinary people. Ordinary people's physical fitness was not as good as that of people with special abilities, and if they ate worse than those with special abilities, they would be of no use to them at that time.

For a moment, the entire base was filled with a tense atmosphere.