The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 128 The person you miss is back, he is not dead!

"What? Say that again?!"

Yan Shaohui slammed the table and stood up, staring with wide eyes at Shang Junming and others who were standing opposite him.

"Commander Mu...he stayed behind to protect us." Shang Junming swallowed and continued, "Then we didn't run far when we heard a gunshot in the distance."

Yan Shaohui took a few steps to Shang Junming and pinched his collar, "What do you mean?"

He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that such a strong wood firewood could be killed by a single shot. How could he believe it?!

"Shaohui, calm down... After all, this is not Jun Ming's fault." Zhu Mengli, standing aside, quickly advised.

"Calm down? How can I calm down?! Mu Xin's whereabouts are unknown and his life or death is unknown. How can you ask me to calm down?!"

Yan Shaohui roared, and then pushed Shang Junming away with great force. Shang Junming staggered back a few steps, lowered his head, and looked extremely sad.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Shang Junming slowly squatted down, holding his head and crying loudly, "I didn't fulfill my promise to you, I'm sorry."

If that shot was really aimed at Mu Xin, even if he didn't die, then given the relationship between Ming Xiche and him as sworn enemies, he would definitely not let Mu Xin have an easy time... The more Shang Junming thought about it, the more he dared not to think about it.

"Okay Shaohui, Jun Ming is already so guilty and sad, he doesn't want this to happen." Qi Shanlang sat on the sofa with a cold face and said.

Zhu Mengli pulled up Shang Junming who was still shedding tears, and then said to Yan Shaohui, "Shaohui, you..."

Yan Shaohui threw the documents on the table to the ground, his voice trembling: "Get out! Get out!"

Those deep eyes were filled with hot molten lava, burning with anger and pain.

Zhu Mengli and Qi Shanlang looked at each other, then took Shang Junming away, leaving Yan Shaohui in the office to calm down alone.

He sat back in his chair dejectedly, staring absentmindedly at the photo frame on the table that contained a photo of himself and Mu Xin.

Although Mu Xin in the photo only had a faint smile, his bright and gentle look, and his elegant appearance like a landscape painting, were undoubtedly what he loved the most and what moved him the most.

I can still clearly recall Mu Xin's every smile and frown. I was clearly looking forward to Mu Xin's return yesterday so that the two of us could have a romantic candlelight dinner.

Why did I get such a bolt from the blue today?

You won't die, right? You won't abandon me, right?

Yan Shaohui searched for Mu Xin's face in the photo, and murmured something like a spell, trying to summon the beloved young man back to him.

He groaned in pain, and his heart seemed to have split open, with blood gushing out.

When he returned home in the evening, he went back to his room without eating.

Uncle Wen felt that the young master was acting strange today, but Yan Longping and Yan Shaowei couldn't explain why.

Apart from the few people Shang Junming brought back, Zhu Mengli and Qi Shanlang, only Yan Shaohui knew about this. So it was normal for the Yan family father and son not to know.

Yan Shaohui threw himself on the bed. The two single beds had long been replaced by a large double bed. He didn't feel how big the double bed was before, but now lying on the bed alone, he felt deeply empty and lonely.

He sniffed the smell of the remaining wood on the bed, like a greedy miser, madly sucking up his favorite treasure.

They had too many memories on this bed, the passionate yet shy Mu Xin when they were making love, the knowledgeable Mu Xin who leaned on his shoulder when discussing things, the Mu Xin who wanted to stay in bed and act like a spoiled child with him...

Every look of Mu Xin made Yan Shaohui's heart beat. But now, this heartbeat turned into a knife, cutting his heart, and it would not stop until it was bloody.

Yan Shaohui buried his face in Mu Xin's pillow, and the tears that squeezed out of his eyes wet the pillow without him realizing it.

At some point, Yan Shaohui fell asleep.

In the dark dream, he met Mu Xin. In the dream, Mu Xin smiled and asked him to look at the bloody gunshot wound on his chest, and then said to him: "Avenge me, avenge me!"

After Mu Xin finished speaking, darkness swallowed up his body, leaving Yan Shaohui alone wandering in the endless darkness.

“No…don’t go!”

Yan Shaohui opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The tears in the corners of his eyes had not yet dried. He stroked his rapidly beating heart and said, "It turns out... it was just a dream."

He thought Mu Xin was really back...

Yan Shaohui sighed, then concealed the disappointment and loneliness in his eyes and got out of bed.

He pulled open the floor-length curtains and found that it was still a dark night outside with the moon hanging high in the sky.

But it was obvious that Yan Shaohui could no longer sleep.

He sat in a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the starry sky at night, wondering what he was thinking.

He sat there until the moon set and the sun rose over the mountain, then he stood up.

He tugged at his wrinkled shirt, then went downstairs expressionlessly and drove directly to the headquarters.

As soon as he arrived at the headquarters, he called Qi Shanlang, Zhu Mengli and Shang Junming.

"Shaohui, is there something wrong that you called us here so early?" Zhu Mengli yawned.

"I'm going to get the antibodies." Yan Shaohui said calmly.

Qi Shanlang frowned disapprovingly, "You can't do it alone."

"I'll let Meng Li go with me."

"That won't work either. What about the base?" Qi Shanlang frowned even more tightly.

"You and Jun Ming are at the base. If things don't work out, let my father come out to hold off for a few days. Anyway, I have to go there." Yan Shaohui said firmly, "I'm not here to ask for your opinion, but to inform you. Pack your luggage, and I will set off with Meng Li later."

He must go there and take a look once, otherwise he will not give up.

Of course, he would not let Mingxiche and Yagura Base go. Yan Shaohui sneered, his eyes full of coldness.

After settling all the relevant matters, Yan Shaohui and Zhu Mengli drove to the destination that Mu Xin and his friends had originally gone to.

Yan Shaohui was anxious, so he drove very fast. The journey that originally took several days was compressed into just one day.

Zhu Mengli, a person who never gets carsick, is about to get carsick due to the extremely fast speed of the car.

When we arrived at the place, the wreckage of the helicopter was still there, and there were many other human corpses.

However, these corpses were incomplete, most of them were missing arms and legs, and some were eaten until only a skeleton was left.

Yan Shaohui looked at them one by one, and found that they were not firewood. He was really relieved.

However, when he saw a pool of dark brown soil, his heart tightened.

He walked forward, picked up some soil and asked, it had a strong smell of blood.

Then he found several torn pieces of cloth nearby. Judging from the color, pattern and texture of the cloth, it was obvious that they were Mu Xin's clothes.

Could it be that... Shang Junming's guess was correct, and Mu Xin really met with an accident?

Yan Shaohui clenched the cloth in his hand and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Shaohui, are you okay?" Zhu Mengli went to help him.

Yan Shaohui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then stood up shakily, folded the cloth strip neatly, and placed it closest to his chest, "It's okay..."

Zhu Mengli knew that Yan Shaohui felt uncomfortable, even very painful.

But he didn't know how to comfort his friend, so he could only ask for the car keys, drive himself, and let Yan Shaohui sit alone in the back seat to calm down.

Yan Shaohui leaned against the car window, his eyes, which were usually bright, now had no light at all.

His mind was blank, and the smell of blood was still lingering at the tip of his nose. As long as he thought that the smell of blood was the smell of Mu Xin's blood, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Mu Xin’s body might have been eaten by zombies, or taken away by Ming Xiche and the others.

Yan Shaohui didn't even dare to think about where Mu Xin was going, because no matter which one it was, it was what he least wanted to see.

I was so heartbroken that I couldn't even cry. The most tragic thing is to be heartbroken. This is probably what Yan Shaohui looks like now, as if he has lost his soul.

Zhu Mengli didn't drive fast and returned to the base in just three days.

As soon as Yan Shaohui returned to the base, he began to prepare for a sneak attack on the granary at the Yagura base.

He wants to defeat the Yagura base and Mingxi Che bit by bit.

He wanted to torture Ming Xiche with his own hands to the point where his life would be worse than death. Only in this way could he reduce his anger and resentment.

A base generally has a population of 30,000 to 50,000 people. Such a large population naturally consumes a lot of food. So he knew very early that Ming Xiche and his team had built a granary more than 100 kilometers away from the Yagura base, which would store sufficient amounts of food. There were also two large greenhouses in the granary, where wheat and other crops would be grown to supply the base.

Yan Shaohui's first step was to cut off his food source. The impact of a disaster like famine is terrible. On the one hand, it will shake the people's hearts, and on the other hand, it will weaken the local capacity to a certain extent.

Therefore, generally speaking, whenever a country experiences a large-scale famine, there will definitely be people who rebel. Some may be suppressed by force, but for the sake of food, people who want to survive will not be afraid of these weapons, but will only arouse public anger, and the government and the people will fight against each other, and the survival of the country will naturally be in jeopardy.

Although it is a bit of an exaggeration to compare a small base to a country, its significance and function are the same.

Yan Shaohui sent people to prepare for two days. When he was about to lead people out of the base, a soldier under Qi Shanlang ran back rashly.

Yan Shaohui remembered that this soldier was the first person in the base who possessed the ability of speed.

"Commander, the captain asked me... asked me to give you a message." The soldiers, who were out of breath due to running too fast, stiffened their necks and saluted Yan Shaohui.

Yan Shaohui wiped the Dragon Flame Ancient Sword in his hand, his expression calm and indifferent, "What did you say?"

"The person you've been thinking about is back, he's not dead!"