At the entrance of the community, Lin An opened his mobile phone and carefully searched for the map.

"Did, you have a new message."

The familiar number comes from comrade An Jingtian.

"Brother Lin, I heard you have to use money recently. I still have a lot of retirement fees, so please send me your card number."

"When I have time, I come to see me, and my sister often clamors to play with you."

Lin An looked at the text message and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Not only were comrades-in-arms, but he and An Jingtian were friends and brothers since childhood before joining the army.

The two of them have been playing together since childhood, and even the money he had to go to school was collected by An Jingtian’s parents.

Before Lin An could reply to the message, the next message was sent.

"There have been changing weather recently, so you should pay more attention to your health. Don't get sick and fever like me."

"The vision is not as good as before, and I have to wear glasses when I see things. When we meet, don't laugh at me."

"Pu"

Lin An was about to reply, but his body stiffened.

The phone fell to the ground.

He was stunned in place, and a chill ran upstream of his spine.

An Jingtian is a scout in the army, with excellent physical fitness and vision.

Now my vision suddenly drops sharply and I have a fever.

This is clearly an early symptom of zombie virus infection!

In memory.

The first batch of zombie viruses have long been lurking in some people.

The symptoms are fever, decreased vision, and chills in the limbs.

Memory and clues are connected.

Lin An's eyes gradually turned red.

When the doomsday broke out in his previous life, he had made an agreement with An Jingtian to join the city.

However, there was no one on that day, and there was no news.

I thought An Jingtian was delayed.

What he didn't expect was.

It turned out that An Jingtian died of a virus outbreak, so he lost contact with him.

The best brother actually died under the virus and became a zombie, and suffered forever!

It's like cooking the heart with a fire!

Lin An's eyes were red.

Since he knew why An Jingtian died, he would never allow the same tragedy to happen again.

Recalling quickly in memory.

There must be a way!

After a long time, Lin An slowly raised his head with scarlet eyes.

Replace blood.

This is the only way he can think of to delay the zombie transformation.

Zombie viruses gather in the heart in the early stage and condense into a core.

Only by inputting the awakened blood before the zombie is completely transformed can this process be delayed.

An Jingtian's physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people.

Generally speaking, the better the physical fitness, the longer the resistance to zombie transformation.

2 hours!

Lin An quickly recalls the details of the infected people in his previous life.

An Jingtian can last for up to 2 hours after the outbreak of the doomsday!

So..

Prepare supplies, get equipment within three days, and then immediately arrive at An Jingtian!

After making plans, Lin An quickly formulated an action plan in his mind.

Like a silent sculpture.

Five minutes later, Lin An walked firmly and walked towards the distance.

Three days is enough!

....

Hongyun Credit Company.

In the spacious finance room, three people sat opposite each other.

"Mr. Lin, this one million and a million must be returned in three days."

"The interest rate is 7 points."

"We will detain your house if we don't pay it back then. I hope you don't have to overdue it."

Lin An nodded calmly. In three days, the money was only a pile of waste paper.

Half a year later, I felt that it was hard to wipe my butt from the street.

In the doomsday, the only valuable thing is food and strength.

Along the way, he had borrowed all the online loans he could borrow.

The house and car are also mortgaged to the "bridge" company at the fastest speed at all costs.

A total of 3.4 million yuan in cash, including the betrothal gift he transferred back.

Although the money is not much, it is enough to pay for a large amount of survival supplies.

Now that the doomsday has not yet broken out, money is still the best tool to open the way.

After nodding and saying goodbye, Lin An went straight to the pharmaceutical company where he worked.

When they left the door, the two people who were lending behind their backs looked a little strange and couldn't help but whisper.

"Mr. Zhang, I checked this kid's information."

"I dare to mortgage the wedding house, but I still have a 7-cent interest. I haven't even paid back the money, it's really cruel."

"What if he doesn't matter, it's probably because he lost online gambling..."

"I took his house without paying it back three days later."

...

Pharmaceutical company.

Lin An walked into the door skillfully and flew out the industrial sign responsible for escorting security.

Before the old man in charge of the door could see who he was, he saw a working card slowly landing.

"Name: Lin An"

"Gender: Male"

“Age: 24 years old”

"Position: Special drug escort personnel"

"drop!"

The elevator opens.

Lin An went directly to the third floor to swipe the card and walked straight into the laboratory.

It was a holiday and it was lunch break again.

Originally, there was only one intern in the laboratory of more than a dozen people.

"Brother Lin?"

The intern, one year younger than him, looked at Lin An in surprise. He had a sleepy eyes and his hair was like a chicken coop.

"Click"

Lin An locked the laboratory door with his backhand to ensure that he couldn't run out.

Don't talk nonsense, just go straight to the point.
To be continued...