In an airtight forest, the air is heavy and hot, and the sun is huge in the sky. The forest is like a huge steamer. It is extremely painful for people to walk in it, as if even breathing has stopped...
At this moment, what is going on in this dense forest is a survival training that is close to life and death. If you don't get out of this forest on time, you will be blown to pieces. There is enough gunpowder buried in the ground here.
And they have to complete the task on time.
Otherwise, there is only one result. That is death.
The lion looked at a small satellite positioning device and an accurate stopwatch. There was still one hundred seconds left for the explosion, and there were still five hundred meters left to run out of the forest. Enough, enough.
He briefly ordered: "One hundred seconds, five hundred meters. Then there will be an explosion here."
The other four nodded, which was enough for them who had been trained since childhood.
The lion had just finished speaking, and the five people were already running wildly in the dense forest. They were strong and quick in reaction, which are the qualities that every killer must have. A few people were flying in the dense forest. Supported by the desire to survive, people always explode.
The most surprising aspect comes out.
For this group of people who have been trained since childhood to do whatever it takes to survive, these things are nothing at all.
Halfway through the run, the lion suddenly heard the sable following behind saying in panic: "Oops, where is my sister?"
Someone is left behind, which is the last thing the lion wants to see.
Frowning, the lion stopped and said to the people running past him: "You go first. Run forward quickly."
The fox said angrily: "Lion, where are you going? It's too late. If you go back, you will die."
The lion ran back without looking back and shouted loudly: "I am the team leader. You must obey my orders and wait for me outside. I will be right back with the crow."
The three of them were shocked, and Sable was a little ashamed. Crow was her sister, but at the moment of life and death, she hesitated a little, and the lion didn't even have time to think, and ran back directly. The lion in front of her was really
Is he the most ruthless person in their usual training?
Without any time to think, the fox grabbed Sable and Night Owl, who were anxious and wanted to run back. Sable and Crow were twin sisters. At this moment, they were so anxious that they almost cried. The fox frowned and said quietly: "I didn't hear that.
The lion’s orders? Trust her, she and the crow will be fine. Let’s go quickly.”
As if he could read their thoughts, the fox continued: "We can't help her, and we can't be a burden to her. Let's go."
The two nodded solemnly.
The three of them were confused and hurried out of the forest, supporting each other. Their training commander and their master Keith had been waiting there early. Seeing them coming out, the commander gave them a rare smile, because they were the only ones who escaped at the moment.
Born people.
This survival training was divided into six groups, each with five people and thirty girls. The only group that survived to this point was the group led by the lion. The three of them sat slumped at the door of the forest, nervously looking at the exit.
I prayed in my heart that they would be fine and come back soon.
On the other side, the lion running back finally found the crow dozens of meters away.
It turned out that the crow stepped on a hidden stake and got her foot stuck in it and sprained her foot. When the lion arrived, she was sitting there with a look of despair on her face, waiting to die. Because it was too late.
And the sisters had no time to save her. If someone turned back, it would be too late to run out. They were all well-trained killers, so they naturally knew the pros and cons. She knew they would not look back. And she would not blame her.
they.
The lion looked at the hidden stake that was easily visible on ordinary days. Logically speaking, the crow, who was a little smart, wouldn't fall for it.
Wrinkling his eyebrows, the lion walked over and picked her up.
When Crow saw her, he was shocked at first. She was waiting for death. She didn't expect that someone would turn back. What she didn't expect was that the person who turned back was not her sister, but the usually indifferent and cruel lion, whom she hated the most.
Lion! At this time, the crow had no idea how the lion had saved her. The sable and the fox also remained silent under the lion's suggestion. Except for the ignorant and naive crow, the other three people all knew the truth.
She had clearly seen the cold-bloodedness of the lion just now. In the previous levels, the girls who had not escaped the trap and were injured begged them to save them. As long as they helped those people, many people could survive.
.But as the leader of this group, she was so indifferent that it was shocking. She sternly forbade each of them to lend a helping hand or meddle in other people's business. She let them watch other companions die. They couldn't bear it.
The lion, on the other hand, always had an expressionless face. She couldn't help but hate her.
"Why are you coming back? There's not enough time. Go away quickly and leave me alone... I don't need your help, just get out..." Crow cursed. But her eyes were filled with tears. She knew very well what she was feeling at this moment.
It was dangerous. She didn't want to drag her to death. She could have walked out. At the end of her shouting, Crow burst into tears.
She doesn't want to die, she wants to live. However, she doesn't want to hurt her either.
After a long time, she said: "My foot is injured... I can't move..."
The lion looked impatiently at her who was waiting to die and went crazy, raised his eyebrows, ignored her words, pulled her up hard, carried her on his back, and ran outside. After running for dozens of meters, he suddenly remembered the sound of an alarm in the forest.
That was the siren sound fifteen seconds before the explosion. It was too late... The lion's forehead could not help but shed thick sweat. Was it really destined to die?
The lion carried the crying crow on his back and smiled bitterly.
The crow lay on her thin back and cried: "Yes, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble. We may die together. Wuwu."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to die with you!" The lion cursed angrily. But she also understood that it was too late. The lion was sweating profusely. In just a few seconds, n methods flashed in her mind, and another