At the same time, in Room 1816 on the 18th floor of Tianlong Hotel.
"Ziming, Ziming, are you okay? Ziming, please wake up..." Abel, who was covered in blood and had two horrific stab wounds on his chest, was struggling to hold on to Chu Ming.
Zifeng got up from the coffee table that was cut in half with a knife, and weakly called out to the good and evil chef who was slumped beside the door, not breathing much.
For Abel, that moment was desperate. At that time, he was sitting on the sofa playing games, and Zi Ming was lying on the sofa reading recipes. Neither of them expected that Chu Zifeng would suddenly
Appeared in front of them!
At that moment, looking at Chu Zifeng who appeared in front of him in an instant, and looking at the two long knives that chopped off his head the moment they appeared, Abel was frightened on the spot. Yes,
You were having fun playing the game, but suddenly someone stood in front of you, and then two knives were chopped off above your head. If it were you, you would be stunned.
If Abel hadn't reacted very quickly, and at the same moment when the two knives were slashed, he would have controlled the coffee table and TV in front of him to block Chu Zifeng's two knives, and at the same time he would have quickly rolled down from behind the sofa.
He had long been split in half by Chu Zifeng's long knife.
But despite this, Chu Zifeng's next two knives hit his chest with great precision. With his superb knife skills, he could even dig out his entire heart by just two inches! If he hadn't taken it out in time,
Chu Zifeng was frightened when he took out the bottle of potion in his pocket, fearing that he would have died by the assassin's knife.
As for Zi Ming... When Chu Zifeng slashed at Abel with his first two swords, he didn't even react. He just lay on the sofa and watched in a daze, until Abel's chest burst out.
A large amount of blood spattered on his face, and he was so frightened that he jumped up. Then he ran away to the door with all his strength, but as soon as he reached the door, he was knocked down by a red wine bottle from Chu Zifeng.
On the ground... he was even hit by a wine bottle and his life was in danger...
At this moment, Abel, who was covered in blood, crawled to the back of his head with difficulty. Blood was flowing continuously, and he completely passed out in front of Zi Ming at the door. Listening to Zi Ming's breathing that was gradually weakening, Abel suppressed the pain in his chest.
He was in severe pain, kept pushing him, and called out in an extremely weak voice, "Ziming, Ziming, wake up, you, you can't be smashed to death with a wine bottle, then you will really become a shame to the family.
ah......."
Seeing that Ziming's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Abel felt that his brain was getting dizzy due to excessive blood loss. He gasped for breath to stay awake. The pale Abel took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket with difficulty and spoke to
Luo Wen, who could reach the underground laboratory in ten minutes, begged for help, "Master, hurry, hurry, Chu, Chu Zifeng just, just now..."
Before he finished speaking, Abel, who was seriously injured, passed out completely, leaving only Master Rowan shouting on the other end of the phone, "Hey, hello? Abel, what's going on with you? Hey, hey! You
You should make it clear!"
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second lower floor.
Fidgeting with the smartphone that suddenly appeared in his pocket, Huang Xiaobei frowned suspiciously when he saw that there was only one contact on it, and what was written on it was "your mother's friend."
You want to stuff yourself with such a thing? What about my mother’s friend? I’ve never even met my mother, why should I call him! Grandma, don’t come here to ask for a bill, right? You’re so imaginative.
Commissioner Huang frowned questioningly.
He casually flipped through his phone again and saw that there was an unsent draft in the text message, which said, "I'll contact you when you get back to the college." Huang Xiaobei's brows furrowed even more, wondering what on earth that person was going to do? Why?
There is a strong sense of spy contact? I would be crazy to go back to that unlucky academy.
Pouting his lips, Huang Xiaobei picked up his pants, put on his two large plastic bags of trophies, pretended that nothing happened and returned to Carl and Weslin, saying, "After peeing, what are you going to do next?"
What to do?"
Staring at Huang Xiaobei, who had been on the trumpet for almost two minutes, Karl couldn't help but look at him a few more times, "Did Mr. Xiaobei just do something?"
Huang Xiaobei had a dark face and shouted at the top of his lungs, "What can I do? What the hell can I do! I just want to sell you. You don't even know what the hotline number of the Devil Party is. Hurry up. Why don't you settle down?"
Fifth floor ***, An Wan, hurry up and leave, I don’t want to die young."
Looking at Huang Xiaobei's yelling, Karl didn't think any more. After scanning Huang Xiaobei carefully with his magic eyes, he found no results. After all, it seemed that many of the vampires' spiritual abilities were not effective against him.
He doesn't have much use, which can be seen from the little girl from the Demon Party.
"Okay, now let's go deeper, Zifeng, take us to the next level."
Chu Zifeng nodded, and soon, when Carl and the four of them grabbed Chu Zifeng's clothes tightly, the five of them disappeared on the second floor in an instant.
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In the dark corridor, drops of water were dripping from the old water pipes overhead. The uneven ground was extremely damp. The air exuded a thick smell of blood and the unique stench of disgusting animal excrement.
.
The five Karls walked step by step, extremely cautiously, in this dark corridor that seemed to have no end in sight.
The walls on both sides of the corridor have turned grayish-yellow probably due to age, and the corners of the walls are covered with various wild fungi. From time to time, you can see several extremely old styles above the dark heads.
An old and dusty light bulb. Due to the damp and cold underground, Karl would feel a few drops of dew falling on his head almost every few steps he took.
In the dark corridor, the only sounds that echoed were the dull footsteps of Carl and his friends and a dripping sound that made people feel a little scared for no reason.
While smelling the stench of blood in the air that was almost suffocating, and feeling the cold water dripping on the back of his neck from time to time, Huang Xiaobei, who was walking in front of Weslin, covered his nose and trembled his arms. It was really...
I was shocked and frightened, and almost fainted from the stench when it was over.
"Damn it, what the hell is this place? It smells so good, don't the demon gangs know how to clean it?" The special commissioner complained in a low voice, fearing that he might speak too loudly and attract the demon gangs.
Karl, who was following Huang Xiaobei and was in charge of the rear, gently handed him a simple gas mask. At the same time, he also put on one himself and whispered, "Everyone, please put on the mask, it can also be used."
Prevent the demon party from using a potion that blocks our abilities."
Chu Zifeng, who was walking in front and responsible for clearing the way, also put on their own gas masks.
Through the infrared night vision device in front of him, Huang Xiaobei looked around at the empty gray-yellow walls around him, then looked at the gray light bulbs above his head and the old wires that were hanging down, and murmured strangely,
"Why is this place so weird? The upper two floors are so technologically advanced, but this place looks like an air-raid shelter before the founding of the People's Republic of China."
Wei Silin was not too scared, and he still had the time to turn around and chat with Huang Xiaobei, "Xiaobei, how do you know this is like an air-raid shelter? Have you been there?"
"How could I not have been there? There used to be a large air-raid shelter in the city, but now it has been converted into an underground shopping mall. I even went there to play when I was a child. And I heard from my dad that there are many air-raid shelters not only in our city, but all over the country,"
Huang Xiaobei then said, "By the way, do you know that Chu Group, the home of the Chu scumbags, is located in our city? I only remembered it recently. It used to be not a financial park at all, just a shabby warehouse.
Hey, let me tell you, there seems to be an air-raid shelter underground, and when I was a kid, I passed by there and there were soldiers standing guard at the door."
Listening to Huang Xiaobei's words, Karl's eyes were downcast and he didn't know what he was thinking. Chu Zifeng, who was cautiously walking at the front with two swords in hand, also said coldly, "If you don't want to become the target of the demon party,
Better shut your mouth now."
Brother Mao Zi installed a high-concentration explosive bomb on the wall next to him and said with a smile, "Senior, the teacher in the tactical literacy class taught us that the first element of fighting in a dark environment is to keep quiet.
, because without being able to detect each other's positions, wherever there is sound, it will definitely become a coverage point of concentrated firepower."
Huang Xiaobei wore a gas mask and hummed absentmindedly, "Dark forest, yeah, this thing is still useful... Oh, I'll go!"
Suddenly, Huang Xiaobei tripped over something and fell to the ground. He let out a scream, and also suppressed Weslin who was walking in front of him.
"I'll go!" Lao Wei, who was thrown to the ground by Huang Xiaobei, also let out a scream.
The moment Carl and the others heard Huang Xiaobei's scream, they immediately gathered together back to back. The three of them watched the surroundings with vigilance and asked at the same time.
"Senior, are you okay?"
"My magic eyes found no trace of the devil party."
"Hey, Huang Xiaobei, are you on top of me when I go there? Damn it, can you get up quickly? You don't know how heavy the thing you are carrying is!"
Three seconds later, Huang Xiaobei got up from the ground in disgrace. Looking at the old wires that tripped him on the ground, the commissioner scratched his face in embarrassment and said, "Oh, it's nothing. I tripped over a few broken wires."
For a moment.”
As he said that, Huang Xiaobei kicked the wire that tripped him a few times, and cursed in annoyance, "Damn it, the devil party doesn't know how to clean it up, it's such a mess."
Hearing this, Karl walked over, squatted on the ground, and took a closer look at the dense string of wires that tripped Huang Xiaobei. For some reason, Karl's brows furrowed as he looked at them, because of the
It seems so long ago?
At this time, Chu Zifeng suddenly discovered that the wall in front of him on the left was no longer a gray-yellow wall, but a door full of patina. Seeing this, Chu Zifeng immediately walked to the door with a knife and found that
There are actually a few words written in Japanese on it.
‘电気がriskない’
Turning his gaze forward, Chu Zifeng saw that the monotonous gray-yellow walls on the left and right in front of him had turned into tightly closed patinated doors like dormitories, one every three steps or so.
At this time, Karl also walked up to Chu Zifeng, carefully observed the Japanese characters on the door, and the style and structure of the entire door, and asked, "What is written on it?"
"Caution: Electricity."
After finishing speaking, Karl and Chu Zifeng looked at each other, and both saw the doubts in each other's eyes, which was not quite right.
With one kick, the rusty door opened in front of them, and Karl and Chu Zifeng walked in with their noses covered.
What you see upon entering is a very small room, densely covered with cobwebs, and covered with dust. There are only two World War II military generators that have long been rotten and embroidered.
Watching all this, Chu Zifeng and Karl fell into silence.
"It should be an underground warehouse of the Japanese army during World War II or an underground laboratory of 731."
"Then why were the first two floors rebuilt by the demon party, but the third floor was not?"
"To confuse us? In addition, the operating room naturally needs..."
Having said this, Karl and Chu Zifeng became quiet at the same time.
Something is wrong, very wrong. Although if they insist on finding the reason, they can find a more reliable point of persuasion, but they still feel strange in their hearts. It is strange why the demon party repaired the first two floors so well, but left it alone.
Past the third layer? Is it because of the thickness of the soil layer? It makes sense, but...it still feels like something is missing.
While Karl and Chu Zifeng were stopping at the door of the first room, Huang Xiaobei, Weslin, and the Mao Zi brothers also broke open a rusty door and walked in.