Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Sixth God's Will
"Senior, you go ahead. I have to help Carl." Brother Maozi handed the desert eagle Carl left for him into Weslin's hands and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, we will be back soon."
Although he had already guessed it, Weslin still grabbed the map in his hand at a loss and said, "Brother Maozi, you, you...otherwise you and I..."
Patting Weslin on the shoulder, Brother Maozi shook his head seriously and said, "Senior, you still have a girlfriend, and Senior Xiaobei has an uncle at home, so it's not suitable."
Brother Maozi lowered his head and smiled, "And you, seniors, also know that it is impossible for me to leave Carl alone to save Zifeng. Okay, you guys go away quickly. If we don't come back in half an hour, you guys will blow up again."
Here, no need to hesitate!”
"Senior, I leave it to you." He threw the detonation controller to Huang Xiaobei, and Brother Maozi turned around and chased after him.
Before leaving, Andreev's voice once again reached the ears of Huang Xiaobei and Weslin.
"Senior, we can't all stay here. Someone must go back alive and tell the college everything we saw tonight!"
As soon as the words finished, Weslin and Huang Xiaobei watched Andreev rush into the corridor where the dust and smoke had not yet cleared. Soon, the broad backs of Brother Maozi gradually disappeared in front of them.
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Twenty seconds later, seeing that Andreev's figure had completely disappeared at the corner of the corridor ahead, Huang Xiaobei, who was at a loss, first turned to look at the somewhat lost Weslin next to him, and saw that Weslin was so stupid.
Staring at the gravel at his feet, Huang Xiaobei opened his chapped lips and said, "Old Wei, what do we do, let's go? Or..."
Lao Wei looked around at a loss, and said with panic in his eyes, "Ah? Let's go, or... let's go, let's go, after all, Brother Maozi is right, we can't all stay here
, someone must go back and tell the college about the situation here." After saying that, Weslin lowered his head, his two brown eyes rolling helplessly, "Someone has to go back, yes, someone must go back, I...
..."
Ignoring Weslin's whisper, Huang Xiaobei turned his head behind him forcefully, and said with a forced smile, "Yes, we have to notify the college, otherwise tonight will be in vain. Let's go, let's go."
"
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In the slowly rising elevator, the restless Huang Xiaobei kept licking his lips, his eyes darting around in fear, while Weslin, who was standing next to him, was walking into the elevator.
At that moment, a trace of extreme struggle appeared on his face!
Lowering his head, Weslin bit his white lips tightly, his eyes moving around in pain.
Huang Xiaobei saw his struggling and painful expression, but he didn't know what to say, because his heart was also confused. Huang Xiaobei felt ashamed. From the moment he walked into the elevator, he felt a burst of shame and anger.
...But after thinking about the uncle and the eldest lady again, Huang Xiaobei forced himself to turn his head and looked at Wei Silin, and said with a smile, "Old Wei, you, what is your girlfriend's name?"
Wait? You, your parents are quite old, huh? Are you in good health?"
Weslin was stunned. After a while, he slowly raised his head and a flash of relief flashed in his eyes.
Turning to look at Huang Xiaobei, Weslin, with bitter eyes, opened his lips and smiled, and said something as if he was relieved.
"Xiao Bei, you go, I, I will go back to help them."
Huang Xiaobei's eyes widened. The next second, the special commissioner grabbed Weslin's shoulder and shouted loudly, "Are you crazy? Go back at this time? You go back to seek death, right?"
"Aren't they looking for death when they go back?" Weslin shook his head vigorously, "No, I have to go back. It's fine if I'm beaten so hard that I can't stand up. But, I can still dance. I can still dance."
If I can help them, I, I, I can't just leave like this!" Weslin shouted these words with his eyes red, which shocked Huang Xiaobei speechless.
"Old Wei, you, don't be stupid. What's going on with the vampires and the academy has nothing to do with you. They are just two trashes that the demon party is too lazy to kill. If the sky falls, people like Karl will stand up to you.
Well, there's no need for us to waste our lives in vain." Huang Xiaobei murmured, but his voice was so weak.
"Xiao Bei, this has nothing to do with the vampires or the academy. I can't just watch the three of them go back to die! They are not strangers, they are Karl, Zifeng, and Brother Maozi!"
Huang Xiaobei's pupils dilated for a moment, and soon, looking at Weslin's red and swollen eyes, he slowly lowered his head.
"And I, I am a senior, I, how can I let my juniors cut off my queen... No, I can't do this, I can't leave them and run for my life, otherwise I won't be able to sleep.
I will never have a peaceful night's sleep in my life!" Weslin pressed the elevator button for the tenth floor underground, his eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily.
"What about your girlfriend?" Huang Xiaobei lowered his head and asked dully.
Weslin was stunned, and then fell into silence.
When the elevator reached the fourth underground floor, Weslin silently put the rifle in his hand and Carl's Desert Eagle into Huang Xiaobei's hand, and said in a very low voice, "Xiaobei, go ahead, I will definitely
I want to go back because I don’t want my conscience to be troubled.”
Patting Huang Xiaobei's shoulder lightly, Weslin did not look at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaobei, you, you are different. You still have an uncle. Let's go, and don't forget to tell the news here."
Tell the college everything."
Huang Xiaobei clutched the rifle and Desert Eagle in his hands, and said in a dull voice, "What about you? Are you the only one left in your family?"
Weslin suddenly laughed, "Zifeng also has a sister, Karl also has parents, and Brother Maozi is definitely not alone..." Weslin lowered his head, "Anyway, I can't just leave like this. I came from the North American branch.
People can’t be cowards!”
The elevator reached the underground floor. Weslin pushed Huang Xiaobei out without any hesitation, "If we don't come back in an hour, you will blow up this place! Don't worry, with me here, I can definitely kill the three of them."
Bring them all back!"
As the elevator door slowly closed, Huang Xiaobei saw the last smile that the foreign devil inside gave him.
"Bang." The elevator door closed, leaving Huang Xiaobei standing alone in the warehouse on the basement floor, silent.
After standing there for a while, Huang Xiaobei suddenly woke up, looked around helplessly, and grabbed the rifle and map in his hand. Huang Xiaobei gritted his teeth, a look of fierceness appeared on his face, but turned around
He ran towards the door behind him.
After rushing out of the warehouse on the first floor, Huang Xiaobei ran quickly along the empty corridor. His face was covered with sweat. As he ran, he kept muttering, "I have to live, I have to live, yes,
I can't die, I absolutely can't die! Besides, someone must get out alive, otherwise wouldn't it be in vain? Yes, yes, yes, you have to live, Huang Xiaobei, you have to live, you have to think about yourself.
!”
"But I can still dance, I can still help them, I can't just leave!"
Weslin's words suddenly echoed in his ears, and Huang Xiaobei, who had already run to the entrance of the underground laboratory, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Looking at the open door in front of him, the cool evening breeze blew in along the door, making Huang Xiaobei's face feel very comfortable, but he lowered his head and clenched his fists, his facial features were wrinkled, and he was in agony inside.
.
"Xiao Bei, this has nothing to do with the vampires or the academy. I can't just watch the three of them go back to die! They are not strangers, they are Karl, Zifeng, and Brother Maozi!"
"It's your uncle's fault!" The special correspondent stomped on the ground, and in a state of collapse, he grabbed his hair and shouted, "Grandma's fault, why? What the hell is this for? Damn it, Huang Xiao
Bei, can't you be a little bit of a bastard? You've already given out so much blood tonight, so even if you go back, you'll definitely be able to rescue those few out of stock? Don't you know what you are like!"
"But, if I really leave like this
....." The special correspondent cried sadly, "Nah, I won't be able to sleep for the rest of my life! What's more, it seems that I might be able to save them. What if I really can save them tonight?
I ran away like this...I, I, I..."
At this time, the special correspondent was suddenly stunned, and then hurriedly took out a steel coin from his trouser pocket. Staring at the shining coin in his hand, the special correspondent took a deep breath and said, "Come on, there will be a way. In this way, let's
God decides! Toss a coin, yes, if it's the word side, I'll go save them and have peace of mind! The flower side... Just pretend you don't know them, just pretend you've never seen them, I'm Huang Xiaobei
He’s just not human!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the commissioner with fierce eyes threw the steel coin in his hand into the air, and faced the coins falling in the air, "Pop!" Huang Xiaobei closed his hands and firmly grasped the steel coin in his hand.
Holding the cold steel in his hands tremblingly, Huang Xiaobei slowly put his hands in front of his eyes, carefully and nervously opened his palms a small slit. After just taking a glance, the commissioner quickly removed the steel.
He put the money in his pocket and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Oh, it's over, it's over, it's God's will. No wonder I'm not here."
While putting the steel coin in his pocket, the special correspondent sighed repeatedly, "I've never seen it, I've never seen it before, just pretend you don't know me, and don't come looking for me when you get to the underworld in the future. After all, this thing is God's will.
Right?"
As he spoke, Huang Xiaobei walked stiffly and walked towards the open laboratory door in front of him with a pale face.
But when his right foot was about to step out of the door, Huang Xiaobei stopped.
Three seconds later, the special correspondent, with tears in his eyes, collapsed and ran back, shouting.
"What a goddamn providence!!"
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The dark muzzle of the gun was pressed against Carl's forehead. Clinton smoked the cigarette in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and then moved the rifle in his hand away from Carl's head.
Looking at Karl who was tied up and pinned to the ground, and then at Andreev who was incapacitated and being punched and kicked by two demon giants, finally, Clinton turned his eyes to the person behind him who was kicked by him as soon as he appeared.
Weslin fainted.
After looking at it, Clinton threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and sighed, "It's pretty good."