Pale Silence

When Fang Yingchen was 13 years old, she was rescued by Chen Mo into the safety zone together with her parents.

Since then, Fang Yingchen has been by Chen Mo's side, going in and out with Chen Mo every day, looking for all possible opportunities in the apocalypse.

Chen Mo is not very talkative.

When someone talks to him, he responds politely.

But apart from business, Chen Mo rarely took the initiative to chat with others.

Many years have passed, and Fang Yingchen has never heard Chen Mo take the initiative to talk about her past.

She thought, that must be a very painful story.

Chen Mo was still running a fever, he really wasn't fit to drive anymore.

He sat on the co-pilot with his eyes closed and rested, sketching a plan in his mind.

They need to go to Yan's Group. The seventh floor of Yan's Group is the laboratory of Yan's Medical Foundation, where there will be instruments and research medicines needed by the scientific research team.

Even... maybe the original documents of the research and development of the zombie virus can be found, because Shen Hewen's initial research was carried out with the funding of Yan's Medical Foundation.

The scientific research team needs more information in order to develop more effective drugs for the structure of the zombie virus.

Thinking of the building of Yan's Group, Chen Mo couldn't help but think of Yan Ruoming.

According to Song Jian and Zhao Yan, Yan Ruoming is dead.

He shot himself before transforming into a zombie, and died in this apocalypse in a human form.

That young master looked so arrogant until his death.

Chen Mo couldn't tell how he felt when he heard the news. He had always harbored a hostility towards Yan Ruoming that he didn't want to express, and Song Jian coaxed him to give Yan Ruoming a blood transfusion.

But now that Yan Ruoming is dead, he can take a good look at this person.

Fang Yingchen looked at Chen Mo's frowning, and finally couldn't help but said, "Brother Chen, if you can't hold on, go back, we can complete the task by ourselves."

Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes and said, "Go ahead and turn east at the next intersection."

Fang Yingchen said in surprise, "Go directly to Yan's Group?"

Chen Mo said: "There are a lot of things there, let's settle the battle quickly, don't stay outside for too long."

He had an ominous premonition in his heart that Zhao Yan would come to him at any time.

The convoy drove in the direction of Yan's Group.

Just where it was, Chen Mo rushed in on a shared bicycle like a little lunatic, and rushed to Song Jian's side without hesitation.

Since then, his heart has been tied to Song Jian, and he will never be free for a day.

A few days later, they were close to their destination.

Yan's Group is in the city center, where the traffic jam is serious and the roads are very difficult to walk.

Chen Mo left the big truck near the second ring road to prepare for the pick-up, and took a few people to drive a small truck around the path to the back door of Yan's Group.

He remembered that when Song Jian came here ten years ago to look for Yan Ruoming's photos, he parked his car at the back door, where there was an elevator.

The sniper who followed Chen Mo was a young boy who was two years younger than Chen Mo. He grew up in the safe zone since he was a child. He hardly experienced any pain and torture, and his smile was particularly bright.

The sniper said: "Brother Chen, Yan's Group is a high-tech company. Will we find something in it that exceeds the speed of technological development? For example, electromagnetic guns or something."

Fang Yingchen chuckled: "Yes, maybe there is a lightsaber."

The sniper retreated resentfully into the rear seat, tossing his gun.

Chen Mo said, "Turn left at the third intersection ahead, press across the lawn, and park directly at the back door."

The sniper whispered: "Brother Chen, have you been here before, so familiar?"

Chen Mo said, "I've been here once."

He saw that the shared bicycle he rode over was no longer in place, perhaps it had been ridden away by other survivors.

Perhaps, it is actually the fate of the most hero of shared bicycles.

The car stopped at the back door of the office building. Chen Mo prepared guns and ammunition, put the small glass bomb in his sub-armed belt, and reminded the people in the car again: "This small bead may save your life, but it may also save your life." Take your lives, take them all for me. If you encounter danger, run to the car, and if the situation is particularly urgent, drive immediately and go back to rescue the soldiers, do you hear me?"

He mainly reminds the snipers.

Snipers have to go to other places to find commanding heights, and they will be separated from the main force. This is the safest and most dangerous task.

The sniper himself didn't care, and ran away happily.

He spotted a signal tower.

The signal tower was looking at the back of Yan's Group building.

There is a corridor at the back of the building, and the exterior of the entire corridor is covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, with a very good view.The snipers climbed to the signal tower and could clearly see Chen Mo's entire range of activities on the seventeenth floor.

Chen Mo's cold voice sounded through the walkie-talkie: "Attention, your mission is Zhao Yan, don't shoot casually to expose your position, you must pay attention to safety."

The sniper smiled and said, "Brother Chen, I know, I want to focus on fighting the boss, right?"

Chen Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense with this little kid, let go of the walkie-talkie, and led people into the building of Yan's Group.

This place has been abandoned for more than ten years, and the backup power supply they should have has been used up. They can only walk up to the seventh floor, and they may have to move down on foot later.

Therefore, Chen Mo deliberately brought two burly and strong men up to carry things, and asked Fang Yingchen to stay in the car and be ready to meet him at any time.

Chen Mo was proficient enough in doing these things.

Lead the team out, search for supplies, arrange manpower, and then go back to the safe area to sleep and continue to do what should be done.

For ten years, he has rarely rested and is unwilling to stop.

When he and Song Jian came to Yan's Group, there were still many zombies gathered here, and the two crawled out from the ventilation duct.

But this time, there were not many zombies left.

Maybe they died, maybe they went to other places to continue wandering, no one knows, because people themselves no longer understand where the future is.

Although there are not many zombies on the first floor, it is better to be cautious.

Chen Mo still led people to climb up through the ventilation duct first, all the way to the seventh floor, observing the situation on each floor along the way, it is best not to disturb too many zombies.

The sniper's voice rang through the earphones: "Brother Chen, there are a lot of living things in here, on every floor. From here, there are at least a hundred or so. Can you do it?"

Chen Mo looked out through the gap of the vent, and said in a low voice, "No, we have to find a way to seal the stairs, at least not to let the zombies above the seventh floor come down."

The elevators here have all been paralyzed. If the fire doors of the stairs are closed, the entire floor can be temporarily safe.

But from the time they get their stuff to the time they get in the car, there are seven floors.

The stairs on the seventh floor will be full of zombies, and there will be nowhere to run.

Chen Mo was lost in thought.

He is not a person who is good at strategizing. For most of his life, he used force to solve the problem first.

Chen Mo was frowning, when a deep voice suddenly sounded in the earphone: "Momo, go directly to the seventh floor, close the fire door, and clean up the seventh floor first."

Everyone with headphones was taken aback.

Chen Mo almost cried out in shock: "Song Jian!"

Why did Song Jian come here?Isn't he recuperating in the safe zone?

The effective range of the walkie-talkie is ten kilometers, which means that Song Jian is already ten kilometers away from him. Why doesn't this man come here to heal his wounds?

Song Jian drove the car on the road, holding the steering wheel with his scarred explaining arm, and said in a low voice, "Momo, be obedient, go directly to the seventh floor."

Chen Mo's team members got goosebumps from Momo's scream. The sniper lay on the height of the signal tower, feeling the cold wind blowing from head to ankle.

Mo... Momo...

So sour.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and decided to trust Song Jian again.

He led his two team members to climb up to the seventh floor, dragging each other along the air duct. The three of them were exhausted from climbing, and they hid in the vent to rest.

Chen Mo said in a low voice: "Jump down from here and walk three meters to the left to the stairs. I'll go over and close the fire door in a while. You two will cover me."

The two nodded and began to pack their guns.

Chen Mo took out a smoke bomb, took a deep breath, pressed the intercom and whispered, "Can the sniper see us? We are three meters away to the west of the stairs."

The sniper said, "Brother Chen, I can see that vent. It's in a good location and can provide fire support."

Chen Mo said: "Don't shoot lightly to expose your position, Zhao Yan must really want to kill you with his own hands."

Last time in Niujia Village, the sniper shot off Zhao Yan's only remaining hand. Zhao Yan must have hated this kind of hatred in his heart.

At this time, Song Jian's voice sounded again in everyone's earphones: "Momo, after closing the fire door, we will start clearing the area on the seventh floor. A large amount of research materials are in room 702, and the instruments are in room 708."

Chen Mo said in a low voice: "Understood."

He and his two team members exchanged winks, kicked open the vent and threw the smoke bomb under his feet, jumped down neatly while the smoke rose, and immediately rushed to the stairs while shooting.

The teammates fired wildly at the back, using sound and bullets to further interfere with the judgment of the zombies, covering Chen Mo. Before the corpses could react, he rushed over and closed the fire door, completely blocking the seventh floor and other Floor connections.

There were more than a dozen zombies on the seventh floor, but they were quickly cleaned up by three skilled veterans. The entire floor was empty, leaving only the white walls and the long-stopped laboratory.

Chen Mo shot and smashed the combination lock of 702, and there were more than a dozen boxes of documents inside.

Chen Mo took out the stack of papers written to him by the scientific research team, found the page about the research materials, and threw it to a companion: "Look for the name."

After arranging the materials, Chen Mo walked into 708 with another person.

There are the most advanced instruments for medical scientists at that time, the most complete experimental equipment and a large number of medicines.

More than ten years ago, Professor Shen Hewen, who had not been expelled from the school, led his team to research the first batch of cell regeneration drugs here.

Chen Mo looked for the list written to him by the scientific research team one by one, and when he saw what the scientific research team needed, he used a marker to draw a symbol on it.

The scientific research team needs a lot of things, and they may not be able to move them ten times.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, not knowing how to choose between these things.

At this time, Song Jian's voice sounded again in the earphone.

Song Jian said: "Momo, next to the center console of the laboratory, there is a lifting platform pulley that is purely manual and mechanically operated. Have you seen it?"