Sometimes the feeling of survival may not be good. The price of survival opportunity obtained by sacrificing the lives of teammates is too expensive!
There is no joy of survival, no dialogue, no relief, only oppressive silence and deep-seated hatred.
Listening to the unwilling roars of the pursuers outside the door and the scratching sound of sharp claws attacking the treasury door, Miao Pu clenched his fists and rushed towards the treasury door like crazy. However, he was grabbed by Gu Wenyuan and slapped.
A loud slap woke up the furious Miao Pu.
"Go to sleep!" Liu Xi's voice was slightly hoarse, and then he found a corner in the vault and curled up and lay down.
This night was undoubtedly long and bitter. Miao Pu could even hear the low sobs of Liu Xi and Gu Wenyuan. They both said that men would not shed tears easily, but before they were sad, Wang Haidong's death was as cruel as a sharp knife.
It's been inserted into several people's hearts, how can it not be hurt?
7 a.m.
As soon as Liu Xi's body moved, Gu Wenyuan and Miao Pu reacted immediately. It seemed that no one had a good rest that night.
There was no exchange of words. He silently distributed the remaining ammunition and started cutting the treasury door. Miao Pu fixed the bow on his backpack, carried a quiver and a pair of knives, waiting for the door of revenge to open...
When the last flames extinguished from the mouth of the welding gun, Miao Pu held the sword in his hand and stood in front of the treasury door.
Liu Xi patted Miao Pu on the shoulder and remained silent all night. His voice was terrifyingly hoarse at the moment: "Haidong... Haidong is watching us."
"Yes!" There was no sadness or anger on Miao Pu's face. Instead, there was only a bone-chilling coldness. The wolf eyes under a pair of broad eyebrows shone coldly, and the edges of the whites of the eyes turned slightly...
Amber, this is more like the eyes of a beast.
Liu Xi and Gu Wenyuan prepared their weapons and started to push the door together.
When the door of the vault slowly opened, just as a person was allowed to pass through, a hurricane blew up in the vault. The figure flashed past Miao Pu and shot out, leaving 10 traces on the alloy floor of the vault.
There were shocking scratches, which were the marks left by the exertion of Miao Pu's feet.
There are indeed unwilling dark chasers guarding the outside of the vault, and there are quite a few of them. Naturally, there is no sunlight here deep underground. On the one hand, the dark chasers are living in it, and on the other hand, they are guarding a few delicious fat sheep, eager for fresh food.
flesh and blood to enrich their menu.
Miao Pu, who was shot out by lightning, jumped up directly after exiting the treasury door, and slashed the approaching dark pursuer with a pair of swords. The dark pursuer didn't even neigh when he was struck by the light of two falling swords.
Split into 3 pieces.
The figure kept moving at its feet, pounced on a relatively concentrated group of shadow chasers, and slashed out with two swords in a series. Amidst the sound of "chi chi", the strong wind broke through the air, several of the shadow chasers were cut off in two.
When Miao Pu moved again, the wails of the dark chasers began to sound. Miao Pu's figure was like a floating god of death, waving the sickle in his hand to harvest the lives of the dark chasers, and large swaths of blood spurted out.
Flying, splashing, splashing, the flying pieces of limbs and flesh left the owner's torso like autumn leaves in the wind.
The gunshots should not have anger, but the echoes of the gunfire in the basement are like angry roars. The barrel of the gun should not have emotions, but at this moment, the gunfire is like a burning flame, venting the man's emotions.
bloody.
Wang Haidong's body could not be found. Only a slightly twisted metal plaque belonging to him was found, which was evidence that he had been a warrior.
This is a massacre, a silent massacre...
The weather today was very good, with a cloudless blue sky and bright sunshine. The three people who walked out of the bank were already covered in blood, but the soft and abundant sunshine failed to warm their desolate hearts.
On the top floor of the China Construction Bank Building, a mysterious woman was bathing in the morning sun and looking down at the three people who were fighting their way out of the bank. Her eyes quickly locked on Miao Pu, as if everyone else didn't even care.
Gu.
Miao Pu, who was walking, seemed to realize something and turned around to look back, but what he saw was nothing!
Successfully reunited with Zhang Wang and the others, but there was no joy of reunion after the disaster. When Liu Xi took out the twisted metal plate, Zhang Wang took it with both hands after a military salute.
Next, Liu Xi reported last night's situation to Zhang Wang.
When they heard that Wang Haidong's death was so heroic, all the students and Long Yan also had red eyes, especially the girls, sobbed and started to cry.
When Zhang Wang put the metal medal into a small red cloth bag, there was a sound of metal collision. All the soldiers gave a long military salute to the small bag in Zhang Wang's hand. The small red bag contained
Carrying the soul of a warrior.
Seeing this scene, Miao Pu could no longer restrain his emotions. He clutched his heart and cried bitterly, "Captain, I'm sorry..." He could only say three words before he broke down in tears.
Zhang Wang hugged Miao Pu. The man's embrace may not be gentle enough, but it is deep and broad enough. "They are soldiers and martyrs... It's not your fault."
It is difficult to understand the mood of Miao Pu and others at this moment without experiencing the intersection of life and death last night. The weight and depth cannot be expressed in words. There is a feeling that can only be written on the heart with a knife and remembered for a lifetime.
Once you hit the road again, you won’t feel as relaxed as yesterday, and things will change overnight.
At about 10:30 in the morning, a group of people marched to the Second Workers' Cultural Palace. Looking around, they couldn't help but feel wise for yesterday's decision. There was no trace of the supporting troops at all. If they had insisted on going on their way yesterday, they might have died.
Wang Haidong is not alone.
To make matters worse, the road that was originally planned to be cleared was jam-packed with vehicles of all kinds, stretching to the end of sight.
At this time, Miao Pu came over and said, "Look at these flying catkins." He opened his hand, and there was a thin layer of fine silk catkins in the palm of his hand. Because they were piled up so much, they looked a little white.
"Where did it come from?"
"In the air."
"Ah?" Zhang Wang was a little surprised. He didn't even notice the flying catkins in the sky. It wasn't until he activated the heat-sensing function of the sight glass that he could vaguely see wisps of shimmering light. The flying catkins have a temperature when absorbing sunlight.
of.
"It has spread here!" Zhang Wang frowned worriedly, and after a moment he said, "Hu Ke."
"arrive!"
"Go and try starting a few cars."
"yes!"
Sure enough, just as Zhang Wang worried, the car couldn't start. I don't know what the principle of this flying catkin is, but it can disrupt the normal use of the vehicle. It is understandable to interfere with the radio signal, because it absorbs energy, just like the radar waves used by stealth fighters.
The adsorption coating is similar. However, the principle of destroying the vehicle's startup is not easy to understand.
Wang Lin said casually: "Maybe if it rains again, all these cars will turn into potted plants!"