North Twelve Districts?

Hole?

Song Ci Major General Song seemed to remember something, his face turned solemn and his face turned pale.

"not good!

We are in District 12, and there is still a hole."

When the glasses heard them, they immediately came to their senses, "I'll go over and make up for them right away."

Xiaodao took the Tang Dao that he had curled up and followed, "Wait for me!"

The others who had just sat down rushed out immediately.

Fortunately, the entrance of the cave is not big, and the "experiments" in District 12 do not have any ability to think.

Most of the "experimental products" are also subject to biological instincts and are huddled in their respective cages. A small number of the "experimental products" that walk out of the cages are also heading towards the ninth zone.

The knife quickly put down the red gold wall panel that was lifted up beside it, took out the tools of the glasses, and welded them to the fastest speed.

The group finally finished their work, but when they looked up, they saw a black mecha.

Everyone's hands were immediately placed on the space buckle, ready for the mecha battle.

Before they could take out the mecha, the other party took the initiative to put away their mecha.

Glasses looked closely and smiled.

"Oh! He's actually an old acquaintance!"

Xiaodao glanced at the other party. Although he still maintained a defensive posture, his hand silently moved away from the space buckle.

"Mr. Emile Field, you came too timely!"

There is not a single word of dirty words, but with that tone, it completely changed its flavor and full of mockery.

Emil Field's face darkened and his voice lowered a little: "What are you doing?

I dare to say such things to me."

Xiaodao's hand holding the knife tightened, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

But before he could move, the voice of Major General Song Ci and Song sounded around him: "Lead the team with glasses, return to defense immediately, and wait for the rescue mission."

Song Tong hurried forward and touched Xiaodao's arm.

The knife pushed the back teeth, followed the large army angrily, and quickly retreated to the command center.

It was just that after welding a hole and saying a few words, Tang Fan and others were no longer there.

There was only one red gold wall panel, and three small round holes clasped on the side.

It was not until this time that everyone understood the real intention of Tang Fan deliberately digging three small holes aside.

Even though the group landed smoothly at the core of the basement, Tang Fan did not put away the flying claws.

That is the fastest path they arrive, the fastest and most suitable evacuation path.

Without knowing it, they did not act recklessly, but instead used the flying claws as the center and groped slowly and carefully.

Jingjing and others performed a task, and the group of them took action separately, only opening the three doors.

The most important thing is that the three doors that were opened were still empty and there was nothing!

Every time, he was full of expectations, but he quickly failed. Tang Fan, who had opened eight doors in a row, had gradually become numb.

On the contrary, Ms. Tao Qingxi, Zhan Wuzha, acted very calmly.

She stood quietly under the flying claws, and did not forget to instill chicken soup in Tang Fan such as "no news is good news."

However, not only did Miss Tang Fan not be comforted, she felt that this was an alternative and unrejectable...noise pollution.

She slowly retreated from the eighth door, took a deep breath, and repeated the same movements facing the ninth door.

When a fishy smell of animals and the fragrance of plants came from behind the door, Tang Fan's beautiful red lips slightly raised upwards.
Chapter completed!