A few seconds later, the glass behind Liu Zhaomu shattered with a crash. The strong man pulled Liu Zhaomu out of the airtight cabin. He jumped up and rushed in front of the ghost like an agile leopard.
His sharp fangs were still stained with blood, and bright red blood beads fell on Guimou's feet bit by bit.
Guimu lowered his head and looked at the leather shoes stained red with blood, showing a look of disgust.
The strong man looked at the ghostly eyes with both resentment and unconcealable nervousness. He raised his strong arm, pointed at the closed door and said, "Let us out!"
Guimu looked at the tall and burly man and sneered: "What a fool. Do you really want to go against me?"
"I don't want to go against anyone. I just want to be free and live in peace with my family." The strong man grabbed Guimu's shoulder. His sharp claws stabbed Guimu's shoulder, and bright red blood flowed out.
It instantly stained Guimou's originally white clothes.
Guimu frowned slightly, and said with a sullen face: "I wanted to give you this opportunity, but it's a pity that you want to betray me. Then don't blame me for being cruel."
Seeing that the ghostly eyes were unwilling to cooperate, the strong man quickly rushed to the iron door. He beat the solid iron door again and again, and his right hand was almost bloody. He grinned in pain and broke out in cold sweat, but he still did not stop moving.
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Liu Zhaomu summoned up the energy to follow him, and banged against the iron door with all his strength. After a while, the iron door opened with a "bang".
At the same time, they heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Guimou's subordinates heard the strange noise here and expected to arrive here soon.
Liu Zhaomu quickly said: "Take him out quickly!"
The strong man grabbed Guimou and put his sharp claws at Guimou's throat. He swallowed in a panic and his body trembled slightly.
Guimou's men quickly arrived here, and the leader, Lu Zhan, shouted: "Let Song Hui go! Otherwise, none of you will be able to leave here alive!"
At that time, Lu Zhan had not yet repented. He was a hard-hearted and ruthless man, and he was also Gui Mu's most capable assistant at that time.
Liu Zhaomu said: "If you dare to take a step forward again, we will kill him!"
The kidnapped Guimu did not show any panic. He said calmly: "You guys should step back first."
Lu Zhan and other ICV members retreated step by step, but their guns were still aimed at Liu Zhaomu and the strong man.
"Put down the gun!" Liu Zhaomu said sternly. He walked cautiously at the front, while the strong man followed behind with Guimou in his arms.
Lu Zhan and others slowly lowered their guns, but they did not put them down immediately.
"Put all the guns on the ground! Otherwise I will kill your leader!" The strong man yelled at the top of his lungs. His nerves were tense at the moment, and his emotions seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Although he looked fierce, there was still something in his heart.
He was a little scared because he was imprisoned and beaten severely by the ICV for too long before the mutation.
"Don't get excited." Lu Zhan slowly squatted down and was about to put the gun on the ground. Just when the gun was about to touch the ground, the strong man holding the ghost eyes suddenly took a breath and let out a slight cry.
Muffled sound.
"What's wrong?" Liu Zhaomu quickly turned around and saw that the strong man still had a syringe stuck in his thigh.
Guimu broke away from the strong man, looked at him contemptuously, and said: "I can give you abilities, and naturally I can easily rob you of your abilities."
"What did you do to me!" The strong man pulled out the syringe from his thigh and shouted in confusion and anger.
He glared at Guimu fiercely, with veins bulging on his red face. "I want to get out of here! You don't want to trap me forever!" He emotionally stretched out his hands, trying to strangle Guimou's neck.
But just when the strong man's fingers were about to touch Guimou's skin, his sharp nails suddenly shortened and gradually returned to their normal appearance. His figure, as strong as a beast, no longer existed.
Even the thick hair covering his hands disappeared.
At this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out. The bullet pierced his chest in an instant.
The man fell to the ground, and large amounts of blood gushed out from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him red.
Just when Lu Zhan was about to turn his gun towards Liu Zhaomu, Guimu suddenly said: "Wait a minute, don't do anything yet. I want my beloved senior brother to watch this guy die with his own eyes."
Guimu let out a weird smile. He walked closer to Liu Zhaomu step by step and said, "Brother, if you hadn't encouraged him to escape from here, he wouldn't have ended up like this. You have to keep your eyes open and watch carefully.
Keep in mind the tragic scene before his death."
Lu Zhan kicked Liu Zhaomu in the chest and tied his thin body tightly with a rope.
Liu Zhaomu struggled hard. He glared angrily and said word by word: "You will definitely receive retribution!"
Another of Guimu's subordinates immediately stuffed a ball of cloth into Liu Zhaomu's mouth, and said ruthlessly: "Be quiet, don't make any noise, it will dirty our ears."
Liu Zhaomu's face turned red, his eyes were about to burst, and he let out an inarticulate roar in his throat, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
The strong man lying in a pool of blood gradually lost all his strength, and even his moans became extremely weak. In a daze, he seemed to see his wife and young daughter. He stretched out his hand into the distance,
He murmured weakly: "Wife, Lulu, Lulu..."
After a while, his trembling hands gradually dropped, and his eyes slowly closed. Lu Zhan stepped forward, bent over and felt his breath. "He has run out of breath."
Liu Zhaomu looked desperately at the motionless strong man. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.
Guimu looked at him with a sneer and said faintly: "Liu Zhaomu, Liu Zhaomu, this guy died because of you. You'd better never forget this."
Liu Zhaomu let out a low whimper. He stared at the ghost eyes angrily, with blue veins popping up on his forehead. He struggled desperately, trying to get closer to the direction of the ghost eyes, as if he wanted to die with him. However, he was weak and still tied up.
Holding on to the rope, he couldn't move at all.
He gradually lost strength due to excessive blood loss, and his consciousness became chaotic. The young face of Guimu in front of him gradually blurred. After a few seconds, his world turned into darkness.
At this moment, Liu Weike, who had peeked at this memory, suddenly regained consciousness. She stared blankly at Holsang in front of her, her body was trembling slightly, and her emotions had not completely calmed down.
Her eyes were moist and she said in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"
