Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Fan He let go of the broken glass and threw away. There were almost no sharp weapons available in the laboratory. Just now, when Han Qing wanted to run away, he picked up a test tube, crushed it and threw it over.

There were still some broken glass shards stuck to the palm of his hand. Fan He didn't blow it. He spread his palm and looked at Tong Xiyuan's eyes, "Brother, it hurts."

Tong Xiyuan looked at his palm which had no scars at all, and finally put his heart back into his stomach. He blew on him twice and said with lingering fear, "It's safe."

Fan He held him in his arms, raised his eyes and glanced at the monitor in the corner of the laboratory, then looked at the other two people in the room who were hesitant to speak, swallowed what he wanted to say, and said, "Don't be afraid, brother."

Even if the people at the base found out, so what? He could just kill them all.

No, no.

Tong Xiyuan would be angry if that happened, so it would be better for him to take his brother away from here.

The Zombie King, who had excellent hearing, listened to the noisy footsteps coming from a hundred meters away, his narrow eyes flashing with cold light. It seemed that his originally planned future with Tong Xiyuan would not be realized.

When the footsteps reached the laboratory door, Tong Xiyuan froze.

The leader, who was wearing the base's special security uniform, shouted, "Brother Yuan, I saw something happened here on the surveillance camera. I was afraid you might get hurt, so I brought everyone here."

It was a very euphemistic way of saying it. If they hadn't been staring at Fan He with a covetous look, Cheng Ruyin and Meng Bai would have believed it.

Obviously, these people had witnessed or heard what had just happened. Even if they had doubts at first, with Han Qing's words and death as evidence, most people in the base could not tolerate Fan He.

Tong Xiyuan came out of Fan He's arms, took a step forward to block the people behind him, and said to those people: "It's okay, I'm not injured, you can go back."

The group of people at the door stood still, staring at Fan He and asked, "Are you okay? Is he okay too? We all saw how the dead man on the ground died."

Someone else shouted at Cheng Ruyin, "Sister Cheng, Meng Bai, you two come over here first."

Meng Bai flipped his hair in annoyance. Even though that pretty boy always went against him and tried to trick Brother Yuan into not working, they had known each other for such a long time. Could Fan He be a zombie?

But if not, why did he kill Han Qing just now?

He looked at Tong Xiyuan hesitantly, wanting to wait for a definite reply from Tong Xiyuan. As long as Brother Yuan said that Fan He was not, he would still stand on Brother Yuan's side.

But Tong Xiyuan looked at him and said, "Go ahead."

Meng Bai's heart suddenly sank to the bottom and he went to see Cheng Ruyin in panic.

Cheng Ruyin gritted her teeth, raised her foot and pulled him away, and was immediately protected by the psychics at the door.

Cheng Ruyin glanced at Fan He from a distance and suggested, "Since everyone suspects that he is a zombie, how about this? I have a newly developed reagent. As long as he drinks it, it will be clear whether he is a zombie or not."

Everyone said happily, "Really? Give him some quickly."

In fact, they didn't want Fan He to be a real zombie. After all, a zombie that looked exactly like a human was too scary. If a fight really broke out, even all the psychics in the base combined wouldn't be able to defeat him.

Cheng Ruyin opened the laboratory's cold storage and took out a tube of reagent with white mist. Just as she was about to hand it to Fan He, she was stopped.

The one who stopped her was an ice-type psychic in the base. He snatched the reagent and said, "Sister Cheng, be careful. I'll go deliver it."

He walked step by step to Tong Xiyuan and the other person, and stopped half a meter away, "Drink."

Fan He took it and looked at the cold reagent shell with interest, but before he brought it to his lips, Tong Xiyuan nervously grabbed his arm.

He lowered his head and smiled, "Don't be afraid, brother, it's pure water."

Tong Xiyuan was stunned, "What?"

Cheng Ruyin was so disappointed, "You——"

With a "pop" sound, the reagent fell to the ground and shattered. Fan He looked at Tong Xiyuan without moving his eyes, and blocked the ice blade stabbed by the ice-type mutant with his backhand.

Tong Xiyuan noticed it a second later than him, and subconsciously punched the psychic, knocking him back several steps.

"Brother Yuan, what are you doing?" The superpower failed in his sneak attack. He covered the place where he was beaten and looked at Tong Xiyuan in embarrassment, saying viciously: "It is better to kill the wrong person than to let him go. As a leader, you actually protect him?"

This sentence gave the others enough reason to say, "Yes, what if he is really a zombie? We can't let him go."

"He doesn't even dare to try the reagents. He must be up to something."

Someone said weakly, "The reagent Sister Cheng gave me is water, uh-huh!"

Meng Bai covered the man's mouth and threw him back, "Shut up."

Cheng Ruyin found this scene absurd. The base had become so chaotic in the blink of an eye.

Tong Xiyuan took Fan He back a few steps and emphasized: "He has never harmed anyone."

He did not refute everyone's speculation, and these words almost revealed Fan He's identity.

At this point, it seems there is no need to hide it anymore.

Someone sneered, "Brother Yuan, have you forgotten how you became a leader?"

If Fan He hadn't killed Liu Kuan and Liu Qian, and made an example of them to scare the monkeys in the base management, how could the people in the base be so obedient.

"Those people are not good people," Tong Xiyuan said, "Haven't you already been complaining about the behavior of Liu Kuan, Liu Qian and others?"

It's just that no one has the courage or ability to overthrow it.

Seeing that he was so angry that his face turned red, Fan He couldn't help but chuckle, "Brother, they won't listen."

These people have finally gained a commanding position and will simply pin all the blame on him so as to take the opportunity to attack him.

Tong Xiyuan paused, bit his lip and said nothing.

The group of people at the door moved closer, "Brother Yuan, since you are the leader of the base, kill the zombies for everyone."

Fan He narrowed his eyes at the person who spoke, raised his hand to hold Tong Xiyuan's waist, and whispered: "Brother is reluctant, right?"

Tong Xiyuan didn't understand his sudden intimacy, and straightened his expression and said to those people: "You can elect another leader. There are many high-level superpowers in the base now."

When everyone heard this, their arrogance just now somehow diminished a bit, "Brother Yuan, as long as you kill him, we will still treat you as the leader."

“No need,” Tong Xiyuan interrupted them and said, “With the vaccine, no matter who is the leader, you will get better and better.”

Fan He tightened his arms and asked, "Brother, do you want to take me away from here?"

Tong Xiyuan tilted his head and whispered, "The base won't let you stay. After you leave, I will find a new house. No one will target you just because you are a zombie."

"That sounds good," Van He kissed his cheek, "Let's go then."

Tong Xiyuan hadn't reacted yet, "What? Ah!"

His body felt lighter, and Fan He actually took him and jumped out of the laboratory window.

This is the third floor!