Undead

Chapter 66

Zhou Rong's soul seemed to drift in the void, coldly surveying his body standing on the ground.

The neatness of his cuffs, the straightness of his trousers, the angle of his gaze, the tautness of his cheek muscles – all in accordance with the etiquette training he had received years ago, precise down to the slightest detail.

To reach the level where he could pull his uniform directly from the freezer and go perform flag-raising at Tiananmen Square at any time, he suddenly recalled this amusing standard from his memories.

"Open it and let me see," the old man spoke again.

Zhou Rong saluted respectfully and approached to open the refrigerated box. A burst of cold air rushed out, gradually revealing two bright red vials fixed on a stand.

The old man nodded, showing no particular emotion. "Just for this, the military lost countless lives this year."

Zhou Rong said, "We sent a satellite communication when we entered the underground research facility in the military region, stating that we would try to find the data and head to the South China Sea. Why did the military still...?"

"After receiving the communication, the military has been searching for you," the old man sighed, "but the shortwave communication from Hubei, Hunan to the Guangdong coast was completely cut off. In the vast wasteland, where could they find your trace? Those two shelters in Guangxi and Yunnan were built by soldiers with their lives."

Zhou Rong closed his eyes in silence.

"If they couldn't find you, the military wouldn't know if the data in the B military region had been brought out, and they wouldn't dare to carry out missile bombardment," the old man said with a moment's pause. "According to the calculations of the General Staff, the probability of your success in penetrating the B military region, retrieving the data, and returning to the South China Sea was less than 1%."

Indeed.

Without meeting Soutth, the journey of less than a thousand miles from B City to the south was enough for them to die ten or twenty times.

But on the other hand, without meeting them, even if South grew three heads and six arms, it would be difficult for him to survive to this day.

The encounter that took place on an autumn afternoon in T City two years ago, a one-in-a-million coincidence, was enough to change many things and many people's destinies in the mysterious realm of fate.

"However, you did create a miracle. When you were transferred to the special forces unit, how could I have imagined that it would lead to today?"

Zhou Rong was about to humbly respond, but all of that was a rehearsed reaction within the regulations, and the old man interrupted him.

"Did General Zheng inform you about the restoration of your previous position?"

Here it comes.

After a moment of thought, Zhou Rong said, "Yes, General Zheng told me that 118 has been disbanded."

The old man nodded and remained silent. Zhou Rong looked at him earnestly and said, "Chief, I hope the Military Commission will consider rebuilding 118. Even if we don't have any more recruits, as long as I'm still the team leader, the structure of the Sixth Squadron will remain, and 118 will continue to exist. Although 118 was established not long ago, it has achieved countless remarkable feats."

The old man didn't interrupt him, and his expression didn't reveal whether he agreed or disagreed. He only spoke after Zhou Rong finished.

"Two years ago, the Foreign Ministry went to 118 to pick personnel, do you know about it?"