After comforting Angel, Zhao Ziyang walked outside the base.

Although lurkers have now become a phenomenon, Zhao Ziyang cannot rest assured about the hidden dangers. Even if a tree is as beautiful as a tree, the wind will destroy it. The God's Armed Forces and the defenders have learned from their past mistakes, so they have to be cautious.

The lurker in this situation was not Zhao Ziyang's original idea. He did not expect that the defenders would be defeated so quickly. The withdrawal of the defenders directly caused an imbalance. But after this situation was formed, he had no choice but to do it now.

The lurker is a roaring chariot, forming a torrent of crazy expansion.

Africa, the Middle East, and South America, these chaotic regions are basically occupied by lurkers. Although a lot of cakes are divided among others for the sake of balance, they still occupy the majority and are in a monopoly position.

This problem is really difficult to solve and there is no reason to give up.

There are mountains and forests outside the base, and there are many hidden sentries in the mountains and forests to prevent the base from being suddenly attacked. The zombies are not very powerful, but they spread extremely fast. Once someone is injured, they will be infected, and no one will be spared.

There was a rustling sound in the woods ahead, which alerted Zhao Ziyang, and he immediately took out his pistol and stared ahead.

"Boss, what are you doing? Why are you so nervous?" It was Swart who came out, and it was strange to see Zhao Ziyang's nervous expression.

Zhao Ziyang also knew that he was too nervous. There were hidden sentries here, and no strangers would come in. Even if zombies attacked, there would be sentries to sound the alarm.

"Maybe I haven't been sleeping well recently and I have a lot on my mind." Zhao Ziyang smiled, put away the gun, walked up and patted Swart on the shoulder and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'm bored, just take a walk." Swart shrugged, looked around and whispered: "Damn it, I haven't been sleeping well recently. I always see those disgusting monsters in my dreams."

It seems that Swart, like himself, has lingering fears about the last zombie attack.

"It's no big deal. When soldiers come, we will stop them. When water comes, we will be covered by soil. We are always the winners." Zhao Ziyang smiled confidently.

Of course, he has the qualifications to be confident. It is undoubtedly under his correct leadership that the lurkers have reached this level.

"I believe that we are beasts, hahaha..." Swart burst out laughing, patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder and said, "I'll go back first, these guys are pretty good, they guard the base like an iron bucket."

Swart quickly retracted himself and patted Zhao Ziyang's left arm and walked down the mountain.

This action gave Zhao Ziyang an unnatural feeling. Something seemed to be wrong with Swart. His left arm...

"Wait!" Zhao Ziyang called to Swart loudly, with a suspicious light in his eyes.

Swart stopped when he heard Zhao Ziyang calling him, turned around and said with a smile on his face: "Is there anything else?"

Zhao Ziyang didn't say anything, just stared into Swart's eyes, and walked to Swart step by step.

"Stretch out your left arm." Zhao Ziyang said coldly.

"Left arm?" Swart frowned and asked in confusion: "What are you looking at my left arm for? Did you realize that I am the left hand of God? Hahaha..."

When Swart was pretending to laugh easily, Zhao Ziyang suddenly moved, bumped into Swart and knocked him to the ground. While holding his throat with his left hand, he stroked his hair with his right hand.

Swart's scalp was densely covered with traces of needle sticks.

"Damn it, let go!" Panic flashed across Swart's face, and he struggled to break free from Zhao Ziyang's restraints and get up.

"Damn it, you're taking drugs!" Zhao Ziyang cursed Swart in a low voice.

Needless to say, the traces of needle sticks on the scalp are all left by injecting drugs. Drug abuse is a taboo among mercenaries. Once discovered, they will not hesitate to bring up the mercenary team. Some mercenaries who are addicted to drugs in order to let others

If it cannot be found, it can be injected into the scalp through the meridians. This is the method adopted by Swart.

But Swart's scalp could no longer inject needles, so he could only inject into the meridians and blood vessels of his left arm. When he took a picture of Zhao Ziyang just now, Zhao Ziyang caught the fresh traces of the needle on his left arm. When Swart discovered that he had this habit

When the action is inappropriate, he immediately takes an unconventional action.

"Yes, I take drugs." Swart couldn't hide it and readily admitted that he took drugs.

"You idiot, do you want to kill yourself?" Zhao Ziyang roared, grabbed Swart's collar and walked down the mountain.

There were secret whistles all around, and he didn't want the mercenaries to know that Swart was actually an addict. This would instantly drop Swart from a core member to a despised status.

Arriving at a remote corner, Zhao Ziyang's face was full of anger and he raised his fist at Swart without hesitation.

"Bang", Swart's body fell heavily to the ground, opened his mouth in pain, and spit out a mouthful of bloody spit on the ground.

"You bastard, you bastard!" Zhao Ziyang rushed forward and grabbed Swart's body, roaring with fire in his eyes: "Do you know this will destroy you?! Damn it, I never thought you would take drugs!

"

Swart, who was knocked to the ground by Zhao Ziyang, did not refute, with a painful smile on his face.

"Shit!" When Zhao Ziyang saw Swart's smile, he put him down and turned his back to him, breathing heavily.

"Special Forces." Swart slowly got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Now that you know about it, I have nothing to say. I will pack my things and leave immediately."

"Leave?" Zhao Ziyang turned around, stared at Swart and yelled: "Where to go? To a place where you can take drugs unscrupulously? Yes, you are rich, you can drink and drink drugs every day until

Completely destroy your body, scatter all your wealth, and then lie down in the slums like a dog begging and robbing for drug money. Is this what you want?"

Swart smiled and said nothing. He did not deny the scene described by Zhao Ziyang. He also knew that he would become that kind of person after becoming addicted to drugs, but it was too late.

"I will send you to a drug rehabilitation center." Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth and said: "As a brother, I will not watch you be tortured to death by drugs. But the most important thing is you. What do you want to leave for yourself after death?

Is he a drug addict or the Swart who never flinches on the battlefield?"

"It's too late." Swart said, looking a little lonely: "The detoxification center can't completely cure me. Those are useless."

"Asshole!" Zhao Ziyang cursed loudly: "Is this still you? Is this what Swart should say?"

Swart shook his head and sat on the ground, looking at Zhao Ziyang with self-deprecating eyes and a thick bitter smile on his lips.

"Boss, do you still remember when we fought desperately against the Norwegian army in Afghanistan? We almost died that time. If you hadn't strapped bombs all over your body to threaten the defenders, I'm afraid we would all have died at that time.

Already."

"What does this have to do with anything?!" Zhao Ziyang glared at Swart.

"Morphine." Swart said with a bitter smile: "I injected an excessive dose of morphine..."

Morphine is a psychiatric drug with a molecular chemical formula of C17H19NO3 and a molecular weight of 285.34. It is mainly taken in oral form. Because morphine has a dream-like analgesic effect, scientists named it after Mor, the god of dreams and sleep in Greek mythology.

This narcotic analgesic was named "morphine" after Fuse.

Morphine is addictive, and even medical morphine cannot be used in excess. When physiological dependence is formed, sudden withdrawal of the drug will cause addiction symptoms. The symptoms reach the peak within 36 to 72 hours after stopping the drug: the symptoms include yawning.

, tearing, runny nose, sneezing, dilated pupils, muscle tremors, headache, sweating, nausea, vomiting, anxiety, insomnia, diarrhea, dehydration, etc.

Swart took a far excessive dose of morphine at the time, and the situation at that time required him to hold on to the defenders on the mountainside. Seriously injured, he did not hesitate to inject an excessive amount of morphine to relieve the pain and continue fighting. That

In this situation, anyone would adopt this method because they want to survive.

"Damn it!" Zhao Ziyang cursed fiercely, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, squatted down and said to Swart: "No matter what, you must accept detoxification, otherwise you will be doomed."

"I know my physical condition." Swart grinned, patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder and said, "Keep it secret for me, I can't die in a drug rehabilitation center, I can only die on the battlefield."

After saying that, Swart stood up and walked towards the base. He walked very easily and seemed to be very indifferent. Swart had his own pride. Even though he became an addict, he was still Swart, and he had no choice but to die.

On the battlefield, that is his true destination.

After Swart left, Zhao Ziyang kicked the dirt and rocks in the forest crazily. He never thought that the battle made Swart addicted to drugs. Drug addicts among mercenaries are filthy and cannot survive. Who can

No one wants to partner with an addict.

But Zhao Ziyang really couldn't make this matter public, as that would be too cruel to Swart, who was his brother who had been with him through life and death.

After venting for a while, Zhao Ziyang ran towards Seth's room.

"Seth, contact Linghu immediately and ask her to rush back to the base!" Zhao Ziyang shouted to Seth.

The detoxification center is really useless. Now I can only ask Linghu to help me think of a way to see if there is a drug that can provide relief.

"Hehehe..." Seth showed an ambiguous smile, winked at Zhao Ziyang and said: "Dear special forces, don't be so anxious, I will contact Linghu, hehe..."

It was obvious that Seth knew something about the relationship between Zhao Ziyang and Linghu, so he used an ambiguous tone. There were not many things that he didn't know about among the lurkers. Of course, most of the gossip sources came from the Little Wild Cats.

Come on, this little girl has been obsessed with computer games recently, but she can't stand her temper and always asks Seth to help him steal equipment and do dirty work like plug-ins.

"Where's Pandora?" Zhao Ziyang shouted: "Pandora, do you remember when we went to France together? This boy Seth..."

Seth covered Zhao Ziyang's mouth and whispered in a frightened voice: "Asshole, if I don't talk about you, how about you don't talk about me either?"

"What's wrong with Seth?" Pandora came out of the bedroom and asked with a smile.

"Of course it's nothing, haha." Seth smiled at Pandora and praised without hesitation: "Lara, you are really charming today, I like it."

"I didn't ask you." Pandora glared at Seth with a cold face and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Special Forces, come to the room, I want to tell you something."

Zhao Ziyang followed Pandora towards the bedroom inside, causing Seth to stand up and look towards the bedroom from time to time, scratching his head and ears anxiously.

"This is intentional. Lala made me angry on purpose. I can't be fooled. I want to be graceful. I must be graceful. Come on, genius Seth, show a graceful smile..."
Chapter completed!