That pride for this place was gone. Only melancholy remained.
In the past two months, they had lost too many brothers. Not just those who went on the mission with them, but those who turned into zombies on the first day of mass fever and they had to put them down themselves before they infected even more people.
That had been the most difficult he had ever done. Raising a gun and putting a bullet through your own comrades brain because watching him or her turn into a monster was worse was not easy.
He still made the decision to leave this place.
The truck was parked in the parking lot and Qi Long ordered his soldiers to go back and rest while he went to report on his mission.
He asked them to tell the others about the crystal cores so that if there were people going outside for missions, they won't miss an opportunity to become stronger.
