~.-~ Chapter 99 Different concepts

Ye Zhiqiu replaced the pistol with a new magazine and walked in front with the gun. Truz followed him with Howard on his back and asked carefully: "Who do you think the shot is shooting?"

"Who is saying that he can scare the helicopter away?" Ye Zhiqiu said: "You are a sniper, what do you think?"

"There are many guns in this world with a range of more than 400 meters, but if he misses, the plane won't run so fast. If he hits, the plane will fall off at a caliber of 12.7 or above." Truz said.

"Can you tell the conclusion directly?" Ye Zhiqiu said: "We all heard gunshots, but I was running for my life. The machine gun bullets were only a few centimeters away from me, so can you tell me what the gunshots are characterized."

"It's like I'm sitting on the side watching the show." Truz said, "Talk it straight, I guess it's an m24, or m40a3, and of course it might be ssg."

"Do you want to read me the name of the active intermediate caliber sniper rifle?" Ye Zhiqiu interrupted and said, "I thought you would have any suggestions."

“If I could suggest, I would recommend leaving here,” Truz said. “This place makes me feel uncomfortable.”

"Then we have to wake him up first." Ye Zhiqiu said: "Does he have any signs of waking up?" He refers to Howard. Since Strek overturned, Howard has been in a daze and there is no sign of awakening yet. This makes Ye Zhiqiu feel vaguely wrong. But don't take such a lot of effort to kill Howard and take Amanda's life. By the way, they don't seem to have a good luck recently. They will be attacked wherever they go, and whoever comes to save them will die, and they don't know where to count.

"His body temperature is dropping," Truz said. "Maybe we can say goodbye to the body at dawn."

"It sounds really disappointing." Ye Zhiqiu said and stepped onto the steps carefully. They finally walked to the door of the house. Ye Zhiqiu reached out and touched the door handle, and found that there was no dust on it. Obviously, there were often people entering and leaving. So he shouted, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered, so Ye Zhiqiu shouted again, "One of us is injured, can we come in?" If it were normal, he would probably kick the door and enter the house, but now the people in the house can shoot the helicopter away with one shot. He is really afraid that the people inside will collapse first.

Someone was talking in it this time, and the man said, "Are you always so long-winded?"

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment and felt that the voice sounded familiar. He looked back at Truz and found that the latter looked at him blankly. It was obviously different from his feelings. He didn't think there was anything unusual. It seemed that Truz had never heard of this voice. It was just that Ye Zhiqiu didn't know a few people in Washington. Apart from the dead ghosts and those who knew Truz, there was really no one else. He couldn't remember who the voice belonged to. However, when he heard that person, he must have known himself, so he simply pushed the door and walked in.

The room was pitch black. In comparison, at least there were dim stars outside. Ye Zhiqiu could only vaguely see someone standing in front of the window facing him. He stood at the door and listened carefully. He did not feel that there were other people in the room, at least there was no sound of others breathing in the room.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu standing by the door and hesitating and refused to come in, the man opened his hands and said, "Sorry, there is no electricity here." He said, "Don't you come in? You can't beat me anyway."

Hearing this sentence, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly woke up and blurted out: "It's you, why are you here?" He finally understood why he felt that this voice was very familiar. After all, this man had said a lot to him, especially this lazy accent, which was very hateful. He said: "Albert Wisk?"

"I live here," Wisk said. "It's great to see you still alive."

"It sounds like you are very surprised." Ye Zhiqiu replied casually. When he knew that the person in the room was Wisk, Ye Zhiqiu's tense nerves relaxed a lot. Judging from the last contact, Wisk had no hostility towards him. After all, he regarded himself as a kind of person, and was the one on the verge of extinction. Under normal circumstances, people like Wisk would not change their attitude rashly.

Wisk was still wearing his standard outfit, as if he was always ready to perform on stage, but he didn't wear sunglasses. He stood at the window and looked at Ye Zhiqiu and Truz who were walking in, and said, "I followed you today. I was always bored when I had nothing to do. Then I found that you were actually involved in a more boring power struggle." Speaking of this, his tone revealed a deep helplessness: "Did you think about what I told you yesterday? Who of these people is a joke to us, and it is worth your life and death?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled bitterly, turned on the tactical flashlight, illuminated it in the room, arranged for Truz to put Howard on the sofa next to him, and said, "It was you who warned me yesterday that someone was beating Howard."

"Yes," Wisk said, "But I mean to remind you to stay away from him, not to let you run around with him on your back." He turned his head and looked at Truz: "Who is he?"

"A upright person." Ye Zhiqiu said: "Do you have a candle?" Of course, he didn't want a leather boot. Wisk said there was no electricity here.

"It sounds like an epitaph." Wisk said slowly, "In fact, it's better than that. I have an emergency light." He pointed and said, "If I knew just now, I would never shoot you."

"Then you regret it slowly first." Ye Zhiqiu called the flashlight to find the emergency light, then turned it on and placed it next to the sofa. Howard's eyes were closed under the light and his face was pale. Ye Zhiqiu reached out and touched his pulse, and couldn't help but look up at Truz. Of course, Truz knew what he wanted to say, and said, "We have to find him a doctor."

"I think I can just find a priest." Ye Zhiqiu said, and then he asked Wisk: "Do you know where there is a priest?"

Of course Wisk would not pay attention to his question. He looked at Truz, thought for a while and said, "Ah, I remembered it." He said, "You are the one with Mather. It's strange that you are still alive."

"Do you know Mather?" Truz asked strangely. If you think about today's experience carefully, even he himself couldn't help but wonder about this. The cat had been dead for nine times, but he and Ye Zhiqiu were not doing well, and they were still alive.

"He's right next door," said Wisk. "But I have to remind you that I used him anesthetics, and his consciousness should not be clear yet."

"This is impossible." Ye Zhiqiu said: "He was killed in the woods."

"Killed?" Wisk seemed a little confused, but he soon laughed: "I've always wondered why you were going back to the trees to fight with the soldiers. It turned out that you were going to avenge Mather." He laughed: "I can't tell that you are a kind guy."

"Don't say it so passionately." Ye Zhiqiu said embarrassedly. Weske was unlikely to lie. Since he said that, then it was obvious that Mather was still alive, but what happened to the gunshot?

After hearing his question, Wisk shook his head and smiled, "It's true that there was a man who was beaten to death by them, but it was not Mather, but one of the people you were chasing." Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered that after he and Mather chased into the woods, a man kneeled on the ground and surrendered and was kicked down by Mather. At that time, he ignored this guy at all. Now he realized that it was him who was beaten to death.

"You saved him?" Ye Zhiqiu said: "How is his injury?"

"I took out the shrapnel for him," said Wisk. "But it's hard to say whether it can recover to the level before the injury."

"Damn." Ye Zhiqiu said, "Are you a surgeon?" He shouted, "I forgot all."

"No." Wisk corrected him: "I've never been a surgeon."

"Yes." Ye Zhiqiu didn't argue with him about this. He was right. This guy's ability to perform surgery was achieved through experiments. Generally, he only added things to a person's body. He looked at Wisk and said, "I know you have never saved anyone before, but since you have Mather, you don't have a Howard, and the first time is always the hardest."

Wisk shook his head decisively: "No." He said: "Mather is a warrior, and saving him will not waste resources, but what's the use of me asking for a politician?"

"If you want to rebuild civilization, you need a politician." Ye Zhiqiu said: "Unless you want to be the leader of this country yourself."

"The leader of a country?" Weisker laughed: "Is that meaningful to us?" He looked at Ye Zhiqiu with pity: "You always don't understand your identity. We are not ordinary people." He said: "Marcus thought he was the ancestor of the new human beings. He was crazy, so he died. Because no race has ever started from individuals. But you have to know that in the new world, we have more advantages than ordinary people. Maybe you don't want anything, but at least you don't need to pray for anything."

"A new world?" Ye Zhiqiu said: "Don't you know that only the American continent has had a biochemical disaster?"

"If you really think so, then what are you running around?" Wisk smiled. "The journey from Los Angeles to Washington is not close. Do you really believe that this disaster will be limited to the American continent?" He turned around and looked at the dim starry sky outside the window and whispered loudly. "People always think they can control everything. They don't understand that once the valve of the disaster is opened, the power to close it will no longer be in their hands, just like that box. This disaster will always spread to the whole world."

"In fact, everything is fine so far." Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but retort.

"Now I know why I feel that you are different from my reinforcement." Wisk said: "It's obvious that you have only strengthened your body, or the methods you accept are of no help in improving your intelligence." He turned to Ye Zhiqiu and found that Ye Zhiqiu had no special performance. Then he continued: "This fungus seems to have been added with many restrictions, so it will be very fragile, but in fact, it is much stronger than humans. In nature, the simpler the thing, the stronger the stronger it is."

He looked at the boundless darkness outside the window and sighed: "The spores in the air are heavier than air, and can only be suspended at low altitudes. The shell is not perfectly sealed, so it cannot be soaked in salt water for a long time. This is limited by the special geographical location of the American continent, but this restriction is accidental. In fact, I have never worried about spores. What I really worry about is that people always feel that they can do more." He looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a little sarcastic look: "Especially those politicians, they always feel too good about themselves."

After hearing his words, Ye Zhiqiu's heart shrank. What Wisk said was exactly what he had been worried about. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is there no way to prevent and treat it? For example, vaccines or something?"

Wisk looked up at him. Under the current lighting conditions, he couldn't see his expression clearly. He just heard him ask: "Do you know that even before the medical conditions before the disaster, it would take a lot of trouble to remove large-scale fungal infections on the body surface?" He shook his head: "What's more, the parasite you want to remove now is inside the body." He looked at the two people in front of him and shook his head: "The easiest way is that this spore cannot survive in boiling water for more than two minutes, but can you cook the whole world in boiling water for two minutes?"

"You can't do anything?" Ye Zhiqiu asked in confusion: "It was you who created it."

"No." Wisk said: "I created something else, and now this has nothing to do with me. And I'm not interested in studying it. If the world is going to become like this, then it's better."

Ye Zhiqiu had no choice when he heard such irresponsible words. Weisker's identity and experience determined his unique way of thinking. He looked at Truz, and Truz shook his head and said, "I can't agree."

"So too." Ye Zhiqiu said honestly, then he turned to Wisk: "Look, I'm not the only one who thinks so. Even if it's just for my compatriots, I will continue to search."

“That’s the difference between us,” Wisk said. “To maintain diversity is the vibrant species.”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him for a long time before saying, "Are you sure the infection did not damage your brain?"

"Are you provoking?" Weisker said dissatisfied: "Although I have a good opinion on what you do, I have never spoken rudely."

Ye Zhiqiu opened his mouth and wanted to say something else. A violent explosion suddenly came from outside the house. Several people were shocked. Wisk frowned and looked out the window without saying a word. Ye Zhiqiu pushed open the door, listened to the sound coming from the night sky and carefully identified it, and said, "It's the direction of the White House, someone is fighting." He looked at Wisk in confusion: "Do you know anything?"

"How could you think I know everything?" said Wisk, looking at the flash that illuminated the night sky, frowned and said, "This is not a small-scale battle, but it is much more important than the noise you made."

"That's right." Ye Zhiqiu said: "There are small-caliber mortars and recoilless guns, which are wars between regular troops and the scale of the company." Speaking of military experience, he is much better than Wisker. Truz looked at him in surprise. He had participated in real battles, but compared to Ye Zhiqiu, he still could not judge the scale of the battle from his voice alone.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Truz. There was almost one light weapon in the SAR, so the number of people participating in the battle was not judged from the gunshots alone. However, the equipment of heavy firepower has always had a fixed standard. Even if you want to strengthen the firepower, it is impossible to issue a mortar to each infantry. He judged the scale of the battle based on this. He asked Truz: "Who do you think is with whom?" The gunshots were not fierce enough, mostly short shots, and it was impossible to deal with zombies.

The latter bit his teeth and said, "I'll go and have a look."

"This is not a good idea." Ye Zhiqiu advised: "We should go and meet Maybury now."

"You should go," Truz shook his head and said, "This is my country, I need to know what's going on there."

"It's really touching," said Wisk. "It's a pity that there is only one motorcycle here. If you want to separate, there is only one person who can walk."

Truz glanced at Wisk and said to Ye Zhiqiu: "Give me this opportunity, you can find a way to send Howard to Mebury. I'm sorry we can't save him."

"Don't you want to say anything?" Ye Zhiqiu asked Wisk.

Wisk shook his head: "I'm no longer a young man."

"Very good." Ye Zhiqiu said, looking at Wisk: "Thank you very much for saving Mather. Can you ask you for another thing?"

"You can tell me." Wisk shrugged, "I have to know what's going on first."

"Help me take care of him." Ye Zhiqiu pointed at Howard and said, "I know you don't want to save him, but he saved them once in the hospital just now. I hope you can think about it again."

Wisk looked at him, thought about it seriously, and said slowly: "Do you owe me a favor?"

"I owe you a favor." Ye Zhiqiu said affirmatively.

Wisk walked over from the window, squatted beside Howard and carefully inspected his body. With the light of the emergency light, Ye Zhiqiu found that Wisk had a deep eye frame and had obvious Caucasian characteristics. I wonder if this is the reason why he always wore sunglasses. Truz guessed Ye Zhiqiu's plan and spoke, "You don't have to go."

"You didn't have to take risks with me today." Ye Zhiqiu said: "And I want to know what happened."

At this time, Wisk had already checked Howard's physical condition and said slowly: "He is seriously injured, I don't know if I can save him."

"Then try it." Ye Zhiqiu said: "No matter what, I owe you a favor."

"My favor is not that good." Wisk stood up and frowned at Howard. He was not interested in the old man's life and death, but Ye Zhiqiu's promise moved him. Moreover, in his opinion, rescuing Howard now is indeed a challenge, especially with the equipment conditions here, which made him feel eager to try. He said, "I can give it a try."

"Remind you." Ye Zhiqiu said: "It is said that a bullet fragment was embedded in his thoracic vertebrae."

"If he could survive the surgery," Wisk said, "That's fine. Fortunately, I just got some substitute plasma back and haven't used it all on Mather." He waved, "The motorcycle is right behind. Don't you go and see Mather?" His next sentence was said to Truz.

"No need for that," said Truz. "I'm glad to know that he's still alive."

"Let's go." Ye Zhiqiu said, then he turned to Wisk: "Do you have any weapons? Borrow some of them?"

Wisk glanced at him and said nothing.

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