It was dark below the stage. Fisher pulled Zhao Ya and stumbled. Zhao Ya's wrist was pulled painfully, but she knew that this was not the time to be squeamish, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.
A wall appears ahead.
Fisher breathed a sigh of relief. When the stage was built, one side was leaning against the wall. He had no time to look carefully when he landed, so he could only move forward based on his feeling. Fortunately, he made no mistakes. There was a roar of gunfire outside, hitting the thin steel plate of the stage.
Immediately, craters as big as bowls appeared. The lights above the stage shone on the craters, forming light pillars as thick as arms.
Fisher no longer hesitated and put his palms against the wall.
The silver liquid metal eroded into the wall, and a large hole appeared silently in the hard metal wall, but it was not penetrated.
Boom, boom, boom, a straight bullet chain was winding towards their location from a distance, and light beams were approaching them sharply. Fisher's eyes twitched, and without saying a word, he grabbed Zhao Ya and pulled himself together.
He got into the hole in the wall, arched his back, and exerted force suddenly.
boom!
Iron filings flew into the air, and there was a slight movement on the back. Fisher felt happy, and he and Zhao Ya rolled backwards.
They broke through the wall and came to the room on the other side of the wall. There was no light on in the room, and Fisher didn't know where it was, but he knew he needed to get out of here right away.
Bang bang bang, applause suddenly sounded in the darkness.
A hoarse and deep voice sounded: "As expected, it's Fisher! What a good idea! If it weren't for the limited time today, I would definitely discuss it with you. It's a pity..."
The word "pity" had a lingering sound, and before it dissipated in the air, the hairs on Fisher's back suddenly stood up.
Without any hesitation, a silver fluid shield suddenly opened behind him.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound of impact and firelight splashed. With the help of this force, Fisher pulled Zhao Ya and rushed to the side and forward.
The moment he landed, he wrapped Zhao Ya in liquid metal, and when he stood up, he protected Zhao Ya behind him.
There are two people on the other side!
Fisher's mind was spinning, and the other party had already put their hands here, obviously deliberately forcing them here. There was only one purpose for spending all this time, and that was to capture Miss Zhao Ya alive!
The man with a deep voice just now spoke again: "I have just admired Miss Zhao Ya for a long time, and I have no ill intentions in asking her to stay in a humble house for a few days. You must know that the sword has no eyes, and if you hurt Miss Zhao, wouldn't it hurt your kindness...
…”
Fisher knew that this was a deliberate interference by the other party to create an opportunity for the other person. He listened attentively and searched the darkness carefully with his eyes. He was in a dangerous situation at the moment, but as long as he could delay it, reinforcements would arrive in a few minutes.
Snap, the lights were turned on without any warning, and the bright light illuminated every detail of the room, making the unsuspecting Fisher's eyesight completely white.
Oops! I fell into a trap!
Fisher, who was blind, could only use the liquid metal to hold up a large shield and block it in front of him. The other person who lurked in the slash just now was very good at close combat.
Behind Fisher, Zhao Ya's face turned pale. She was too afraid to close her eyes just now, but she avoided the blindness caused by the sudden lighting of the light.
She was horrified to see a tall and thin man with a short sword stuck on the ground in front of him, a gas mask on his face, and a strange-shaped gun in his hand. The muzzle of the gun sprayed white mist, rolling toward them.
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Another man, also wearing a gas mask, stood at the light switch and stared at her coldly. His eyes were cold to the bone, without any warmth. Looking at her was like looking at a lifeless stone.
Fisher reacted extremely quickly. The expected attack did not come, and his ears caught the sound of weak airflow.
Anesthetic gas!
All the liquid metal in his body faded away from his body, and the silver shield in front of him was like an open embrace, covering him and Zhao Ya, and then turned into a completely enclosed silver cocoon.
He was suddenly in a trance. Oh no, he had unknowingly smelled a trace of anesthetic gas.
The two people in the room watched the silver cocoon made of liquid metal tremble, and knew that the anesthetic gas was working. If they didn't want to capture Zhao Ya alive, they wouldn't need to expend so much effort.
Fisher bit his tongue hard, and the severe pain made him regain his consciousness a little.
It’s time to fight!
The silver cocoon suddenly exploded and exploded, turning into countless sharp metal thorns as thick as chopsticks and shooting out in all directions. Whoosh, countless sharp whistling sounds gathered together, shocking people, and a steel storm swept across the entire room.
The man holding an anesthetic gas gun had his sight blocked by the anesthetic gas. When he reacted, pop-pop, several sharp metal thorns penetrated his body. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was covered with silver metal thorns, like a hedgehog.
The fatal thing was that a metal thorn almost penetrated halfway between the eyebrows.
His eyes widened with disbelief, blood flowed down his face, and he fell on his back.
The man standing in front of the light switch in the room had several metal thorns inserted into his body. He protected his vital parts and was not seriously injured. When he saw his companion fell to the ground and died with silver thorns inserted into his body, his eyes were about to split, and he cried out in pain: "
Old Liu!"
Fisher's current appearance was not much better. His face was pale and his eyes were dim. The explosion just now was beyond his ability to control his brain, and he felt that his head was almost about to explode.
He mustered up his last remaining strength, grabbed Zhao Ya, and threw her towards the door.
"run!"
Zhao Ya hit the door hard, causing it to collapse. She threw the door and others out of the door. Zhao Ya, who was a little dazed due to inhaling a trace of anesthetic gas, suddenly woke up from the severe pain. She struggled to crawl out.
She got up, her hair was disheveled and she still had the image of a goddess, her high heels had been thrown away long ago, and she ran barefoot along the corridor as hard as she could.
The remaining man did not pursue Zhao Ya. He raised a surprisingly large pistol in his hand, pointed the muzzle directly at Fisher, and pulled the trigger.
Bang, Fisher's head exploded like a watermelon.
The headless body fell limply to the ground.
The man ripped off the gas mask on his face. His Chinese-character face looked extremely ferocious at this time, with fierce eyes and the word "sin" tattooed on his cheek. He was carrying his favorite weapon, a large-caliber pistol, the famous
【Cold Hammer】.
[Cold Hammer], 44 centimeters long and 9.6 kilograms in weight, has a thick gun body and is made by the famous pistol master Qiu Li. It is mixed with special metals and can carry high-power energy bursts. It is more powerful than conventional rifles. Every shot
It's like a heavy hammer, comparable to a small hand-held cannon. The most amazing thing is that its barrel will not overheat, so it is called a "cold hammer".
[Cold Hammer] is powerful and has an astonishing rate of fire, but it is much heavier than ordinary pistols. The powerful recoil also places stringent requirements on users. Only those gunners with outstanding strength and good pistol skills can use it.
power.
He spent a lot of money to buy it and loved it so much that he never left the gun.
After killing Fisher with one shot, he felt indescribably happy. He strode out of the room and walked towards Zhao Ya.
Zhao Ya was extremely frightened. She could see the end of the long corridor and there were doors on both sides. She didn't know which room had a passage or where someone could save her.
She stumbled forward and passed a room. She pushed the door hard, but it didn't budge.
At the other end of the corridor, the man carrying a gun walked over slowly, like a demon in hell.
"Help!"
"Who can help me!"
No response, no one, no one in every room.
She pushed open the last room at the end of the corridor. The door was locked and no one was there.
Zhao Ya stopped shouting. She looked at the demon that kept approaching her, smoothed her messy hair, and asked: "Who are you? Do you want money? I'll pay you double!"
The man who came over had a mocking look on his face: "Run, why don't you run?"
Zhao Ya pretended to be calm: "What about my proposal? What currency do you need? Make a price!"
"A price?" The man's face suddenly became ferocious. He grabbed Zhao Ya's hair and said hysterically: "You are rich, aren't you? Hahaha, now you know you are afraid? Aren't you rich? Can money save you? Come on.
,come!"
Zhao Ya's hair was pulled so painfully that she almost shed tears, but she knew that at this time, any begging for mercy would be useless, and would only arouse the violence in the other person's heart.
She bit her lip tightly.
"Do you know that my brother is dead? Do you know that my brother is dead?"
He suddenly pulled Zhao Ya's hair, pulling Zhao Ya closer to him, then held down Zhao Ya's head and slammed the door next to her.
Bang, the door burst open.
In a dark room, a figure stood silently in the shadows. The lights in the corridor dispersed the darkness, revealing the outline of a thin figure.
Someone!
The man's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hair on his back instantly stood up.
Across the door, he didn't catch any breath.
Almost instinctively, he grabbed Zhao Ya's throat with his left hand, blocked Zhao Ya's body in front of him, and raised the [Cold Hammer] in his other hand!
Long Cheng didn't expect to be so unlucky, and the door of the room was knocked open. Through the door, he had already understood the general idea, but he had no intention of meddling in other people's business and just left quietly afterward. But he never expected that the other party would actually hit him.
Open the door.
The murderous intent in the man's eyes was instantly captured by Long Cheng, and strong danger came to mind. Just when he was about to raise his pistol, Long Cheng moved.
Step forward, twist the waist, twist the hips, align the palms, and stab.
Zhao Ya found someone in the room, but before she could see the other person's figure clearly, her eyes blurred, like a breeze. The half-closed eyes hidden in the shadows filled with a deep and obscure light, creating a faint trace of light in her field of vision.
An indifferent face appeared in front of her without any warning.
The next moment, the severe pain in her right shoulder made her almost faint. She opened her eyes wide in horror, her face turned as pale as paper, and she opened her mouth wide but did not make any sound.
A slender arm, like a steel drill, pierced her right shoulder.
The palm pierced her shoulder and grabbed the man's throat.
The unprecedented pain made Zhao Ya's consciousness begin to blur, and there was a clicking sound from behind, like the sound of bones being crushed.
The arm was pulled out from her shoulder, and the intense pain made her scream. She lost her support and fell to the ground. The man behind her also fell to the ground.
Zhao Ya lay paralyzed on the ground unable to struggle. The unspeakable fear made Zhao Ya's whole body cold and her mind went blank. A pair of old white sneakers that were washed yellow and a pair of baggy and ill-fitting military green trousers came into her view. She had been in those
I have seen similar attire on construction workers and farmers. The light at the door was clearly bright, but for some reason it was blurry when it hit the man. Instead, it made the shadow behind him darker and deeper.
The other party didn't stop or check the results of the victory, just as if she had done an insignificant thing, the old white sneakers stepped over her body.
"Your brother is dead, you can go and stay with him."
An erratic and cold whisper, with no hint of joy or sorrow.
Zhao Ya's consciousness began to blur, and she vaguely heard that the other party did not stop, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty and silent corridor, faintly disappearing in the distance.
