5, is it a person or not

"You... You can talk, you... Are you a human?" The woman immediately got much better when she heard the human voice.

At this time, the sound of the propeller faintly came from the top of his head. It was getting closer and closer. It seemed that he was about to land. Feng Xiaobing, who didn't know how to answer the woman's question, quickly roared, "You care whether I'm a human or not. Get out of here quickly, or you will give you to my little Luo Li." After saying that, he turned around and pointed to Lori, who was holding an arm and chewing.

The woman shivered violently and ran up the stairs. After a while, the sound of the propeller gradually faded away.

Feng Xiaobing, who took Luo Li to hide for fear that someone would come down, came out at ease.

Lori walked to the body and continued her eating. Feng Xiaobing also came to her side and sat down, looking at Lori, who was sucking and swallowing human flesh and blood. Suddenly, Feng Xiaobing realized that he began to see some nausea and discomfort when he saw zombies swallowing human flesh. I don't know when it was gone at all. Maybe he really adapted to the new role. In the future, will he chase people all over the street and then swallow the belt meat?

He shook his head and stopped thinking meaninglessly, "No matter who cares, no matter whether I am a person or not, it's true that I live first." Looking at Luo Li, who is gradually recovering, "by the way, and our Luo Li, neither of us can die, live, not die, hahaha!"

"Eat, don't die, hee hee." Luo Li also became happy and licked her lips to send a happy feeling.

Then, Feng Xiaobing looked at the weapons scattered on the ground with spotlights, licked his lips, and said to Luo Li, "Dir, let's do it~~~."

In the air, a helicopter flew out of the city, with a bird's eye view of the ground and around the whole city of Memphis. A complete ring-shaped black wall tightly circled the huge city. Outside, there were many brightly lit temporary human strongholds, and the helicopter flew to one of the largest strongholds.

When the helicopter roared and landed on the tarmac, a group of armed soldiers gathered around nervously, followed by an officer dressed as an officer.

The hatch opened, and two soldiers jumped down with the lady who had escaped from death.

A military doctor came up, carefully examined the bodies of the three people, then nodded to the young officer, and then turned to check the engineer who got off the plane on the other side.

The officer raised his hand and motioned to lift the alert. A soldier who got off the plane came to the officer.

He raised his head with a military salute, and then said loudly, "Report, the seventh team has completed the rescue mission, the target has been successfully brought back, and four people have been killed in action. The report is over!"

The young officer's eyes darkened, and then nodded, "Very good, go to quarantine, and the target will be handed over to me."

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

Immediately, the young officer greeted the lady, "Hello, beautiful Lina. Miss Cartel, this is Clay. Lieutenant Colonel Bayfield, you can call me Clay. Please come with me. Please take a break, Walter. General Cartel will meet you in 30 minutes.

Uncle Walter? Is he here? Great, I'll hurry up." The two-day thrilling experience made her very tired, but she knew that the unsmiling uncle must have something important. Thirty minutes is enough for her to take a shower, change her clothes and take a nap.

"General Water is the commander-in-chief of the Memphis Theater. Please follow me."

The young Lieutenant Colonel Clay led the way in front of him, but he was not calm. In order to save this woman, his most elite special operations team lost four people, which made him feel sad. Is it because she is the niece of the commander-in-chief? However, General Walter is not such a person. Thinking of the teacher-like old man who favored him, Clay couldn't believe it. However, the facts are in front of us. The young and beautiful Lina in front of her. Carnell, it's Walter. Cannell's niece, and General Walter personally ordered this suicide-like rescue mission, which can't help but make people connect the two things.

Twenty minutes later, in the combat command room, a general with extremely short brown hair, white temples and a vitality that did not match his age, was silently and seriously looking at the three-dimensional combat sand table in Memphis, surrounding the sand table. A group of senior officials were busy, using electronic pens in the three-dimensional from time to time. It is marked on the chart. Occasionally, the old general asked a few questions, and then fell into silence after getting the answer. On the map, the area within the black circle has been almost filled with red.

"Guys, it seems that it's time for us to make a final decision." General Walter, who had been silent for a long time, turned to the military portable conference table and sat in the chief position. Others also quickly sat down at the narrow meeting table, and several medical experts in white coats also joined in.

"The situation is very clear. Except for a few underground facilities that cannot be explored, there are no living people in Memphis." General Walter said heavily. Now, there is not much we can do now.

At the time of the initial outbreak of the epidemic, the responsive military built an isolation belt in one day and rescued tens of thousands of people from the edge of the city. However, General Walter was not satisfied. The speed of zombie transmission was beyond the military's imagination. Some soldiers who entered the city were besieged by zombies without time to retreat. The loss of the army is not small. In the subsequent half-day air rescue operation, the elite special operations brigade paid the price of more than 50 casualties to rescue hundreds of survivors, so the air rescue operation stopped yesterday evening. More than 10,000 people, for Memphis City with a resident population of six million, it is too little and the loss is too big.

Six million, just two days. General Walter pinched his temple with his right hand.

"I have read the two sets of plans that the General Staff have drawn up. One is to advocate continued siege. This plan is supported by medical experts. The second is to use nuclear bombs to erase Memphis. Let's talk about your views."

In the combat room, a heated discussion began. Like the plan, two rows were formed. One side believes that we should try to figure out the truth of the epidemic. The use of nuclear bombs before there are clues will undoubtedly make it impossible to continue the research work. The current black wall is also very good to isolate the spread of the epidemic. In addition, whether the use of nuclear bombs can be thorough? The fight against the epidemic is still unknown. The other side believes that the epidemic is too terrible and should be quickly put out. The longer it takes, the more likely it is that the epidemic will spread out. Even with the isolation belt, the combat effectiveness of zombies is far beyond ordinary people. No one can guarantee that there will be problems with the black wall built with steel plates. Nuclear bombs are undoubtedly the best solution. At present, there is no biological Survive under the direct impact of the nuclear bomb.

No one on both sides could convince anyone. After the noisy red face and thick neck, he suddenly calmed down and turned his eyes to General Watt, the commander-in-chief.

Walter smiled helplessly and knew that he needed to take responsibility at this time. "Okay, it's up to me to make a decision." After signaling the combat staff to make a record, he said, "I order that the time will start at 6 o'clock this morning and use 'Amper tactical nuclear missiles' to destroy Memphis City 24 hours later. , the action code is ' Catastrophe'," and then added, "Before evacuating, fully cooperate with researchers' specimen collection and other research work, telling the researchers that they must evacuate four hours before the explosion begins, otherwise the military will take coercive measures."

The party that won the support of the commander-in-chief to destroy Memphis is not happy. Everyone's heart is very heavy, and the popular global trade and financial center is about to disappear forever.

At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Clay came in, "Report to the general, Miss Lina is here."

Lina walked into the combat command room and saw her uncle. She quickly stepped forward and threw herself into her uncle's arms. "Uncle, Lina almost couldn't see you. ~", Water's serious face showed a little love, touching Lina's hair pitifully and comforting her.

When Lina calmed down, Walter motioned Clay and Lina to do it.

"Lina, you are the survivor who stayed in it for the longest time. If you can, I hope you can tell us what you have seen, which may be of great help."

Lina was a little hesitant, "But I don't know if what I said is useful."

"It doesn't matter. Just tell me the details you see. Don't worry about it."

So, Lina began to talk slowly.

It turned out that on the day of the outbreak of the epidemic, Lina, the general manager of the Memphis branch of Carnell Group, was checking the accounts in the accounting center on the first floor. When the semi-underground vault door was opened, a large group of zombies outside rushed in and directly tore several employees walking behind her. It was terrible blood. The scene stunned Lina. Fortunately, the director of the accounting center pushed her into the vault, but the director was dragged down by the zombie and died on the spot. Speaking of this, Lina sobbed for a while (in fact, it was Lina who blocked the entrance. How could she go in without pushing you in?). Walter comforted and handed Lina a cup of hot tea.

Then, Lina desperately closed the vault door, pressed the alarm button, and waited until the rescue team arrived. I'm not clear about what's going on outside. Everyone present showed a look of regret. Then, Lina told the story of being brought out by the rescue team. When she heard the content of the big head monster, she pricked up her ears in surprise. As soon as Lina finished speaking, a medical expert jumped up and asked excitedly, "You, you said he should be a human, but with a small zombie?"

Lina nodded affirmatively, "It should be. He talked to me. It sounds normal. It should be with a helmet on his head."

Next to Clay nodded and added, "Yes, it's the helmet of Monte, an unlimited racing master. It is made of black diamond alloy, which is light and has excellent anti-elastic performance. Judging from Lina's description, it's this helmet. I don't know how it got into the man's hands. Monte himself has died in the last game. Clay is a fan of Monte.

"And the man attacked our soldiers with a watermelon knife. It can't be a stupid zombie, but why did he take a small zombie and attack us humans?"

The expert at the beginning jumped up and said, "These are not important. The important thing is that he took the little zombie. The little zombie did not attack him, and he was not infected with the virus!" Do you know what this means? We are likely to find a way to avoid zombie attacks from him, or even find a vaccine. Oh, my God, this is so exciting. General Walter, cancel the nuclear bomb attack!"

Then there was another argument. Some people supported stopping the attack to seize this sudden hope. Some people suspected that this strange person might be a zombie, but the wisdom was higher (sweat, extremely close to the truth), and it was too dangerous to cancel the attack. Finally, General Walter came to make an idea. Who let him be the commander-in-chief?

"No matter whether he is a human or not, the attack cannot be cancelled. However, the focus has been on this guy for more than 20 hours before the attack. Capture it with all his strength. If you can't, bring his body back."

The meeting ended under the general's decision. Lina originally wanted the general not to kill the big-headed monster who let her go, but she gave up. She was not qualified to risk other people's lives.

Clay stayed and stopped talking.

General Walter silently nodded a cigar, "Clay, I know what you're going to say. I can only tell you that if this survivor is not Lina, I will still insist on this operation. The soldiers are brave, but they will also face a more severe test and do your part."

Clay saluted a military salute excitedly and silently turned away.