The clouds were so tightly wrapped that only the eyeballs could move around the body. Fortunately, there were enough gaps to breathe.
"Boss, are you still alive?" she asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, I can't die, it's just that... my posture is weird and twisted." Jing He's complaints seemed to come from the distant sky.
"Oh." Yun Tuan subconsciously wanted to nod, and then his chin hit the hard and rough bark, feeling a dull pain.
Jing He, who was inexplicably put into a difficult yoga pose, sighed. He got stuck in the gap between the trees and sighed: "I was so unlucky last time..."
"...or last time?" Yun Tuan continued smoothly.
"You can't stay in Jing's if you use nonsense literature like this." Jing He complained, feeling that his left calf that was lifted up high had signs of cramping. He quickly took a few deep breaths to try to get rid of this unpleasant feeling.
Hold it down.
"Then what do you want to say?" Yun Tuan relaxed every muscle in his body and rested his chin on a relatively flat and smooth piece of bark, feeling sleepy.
I can’t get out anyway, so I’ll rest first.
"I forgot what I was going to say..." Jing He opened his mouth, "Oh, by the way, did you hear anything?"
"What is the sound? The sound of those three people being arrested just now?" Yun Tuan listened carefully for a few seconds. There was no sound of anyone talking outside, but there was a kind of rumbling sound coming from far and near, like what is often heard in hotels.
The sound of suitcases being dragged along the floor tiles.
"No, is this sound a fighter jet?"
"Who knows, maybe Cheng is dragging the signal tower here?" Yun Tuan mentioned casually, since he can't get out now, so there is no basis for any speculation.
With just a hint of lip service, one could say that the sound was caused by the flow of nutrient solution in the trunk.
I don’t know how long it took, but a chill began to creep up from the soles of my feet, and then ran up my calves.
It seems to be the wind.
Click--
After a burst of cracking sounds, the clouds felt light all over, and the sense of restraint disappeared. It was already dark outside.
Bang!
Jinghe hit the soft ground vertically in a free fall. He grinned in pain, hugged his left leg and groaned for a while before returning to normal.
In the distance, the bodies of the jackal and the lion were pierced by branches, like candied haws.
The branches scattered and the two corpses fell to the ground, their heads and tails hanging limply. There was not a drop of blood on the ground.
Chengzai and the three men just now are gone.
There are three tall signal towers directly ahead, and the signal points on the screen are red.
Yun Tuan gnawed on the wild vegetables, "I was really right. Now I'm dragging all the signal towers here."
Jinghe stretched and asked, "Why does this tower look so weird? It seems like... it's upside down?"
"Huh?"
Yun Tuan blinked, and the signal tower in his sight gradually became clearer - all the small windows that were originally on the top of the tower were moved to the position of the cement door, and the cement door was in the center of the tower!
About two meters above the ground.
How does this explode? The grenade goes directly into the small window?
However, when I look through the small window, I can't see anything. The luminous paint wakes up under the moon, and the green color is like a wizard's magic soup.
Just as Jing He was about to move forward, he was pulled back by the clouds.
"What are you doing? If you blow it up earlier, it will be over soon!" Jing He was puzzled. This little girl is several years younger than him, so why is she not as motivated as him?
"Let the young people who run fast come."
As he spoke, Yun Tuan pulled a girl out of the storage compartment like a magic trick.
The middle school student was blinded and chewed a handful of alfalfa in his mouth, "What are you doing?"
"It's time for you to fight for your right to live! Look, the red team's signal towers are here. As long as you blow them all up, you can achieve the final victory!"