Pokémon the Second Reality

Xia Wushuang fought and retreated, retreating to the second underground floor according to the route in his memory, trying not to leave his back to the enemy.

He was very calm. Even though he was stabbed in the back, he still did not panic. Instead, he used the knife in his hand to knock over as many people as possible.

In his trouser pocket, the phone rang again, but he had no time to answer it. He didn't know if it was Puyu from the newspaper office rushing over, or if there was some new change on the night trip. No matter what change, it would not be more difficult than his current situation; Suddenly, he felt panicked. Don't let Shangguan Qinglin call him. He had promised Shangguan Qinglin that he would go to school at noon and accompany her to eat the pickled fish with pickled vegetables that couples go to eat. Moreover, he also wanted Shangguan Qinglin to take him to take classes in the Department of Journalism at Fudan University. The Department of Journalism at Fudan University was the holy place he had longed for since he was a student. He was an idealistic person, and in his impression, there was one thing he particularly wanted to do. It means holding a girl as beautiful as Shangguan Qinglin from the south of the Yangtze River, walking on a holy university campus, preferably a cobblestone corridor. The corridor extends in the distance from the library door, and there are ancient trees on both sides of the corridor. Lush. Three or two butterflies were flying on the tree flowers, and her smile was in the background of the butterflies.

The stab wounds on his back clearly reminded him that those were just beautiful fantasies.

Xia Wushuang's strategy was indeed correct. As he retreated to the second underground staircase, the bright light disappeared and his eyes regained their perspective. What's even more rare is that he has been in the basement for a long time and has adapted to this environment. However, the thugs from the Black Gold Group came from outside and were no different from a blind man without the bright flashlight.

"No, retreat, retreat, retreat"

The thugs who followed immediately realized something was wrong, and several of them missed the mark and fell down. Mountains and rivers have not changed, and no one expected that the situation of both parties would change in less than a minute. What's terrible is that the leader, Brother Bao, personally ordered them to throw flashlights and personally threw away their biggest advantage.

This time it was Xia Wushuang's turn to attack. He stood on the steps with his legs spread apart to keep his center of gravity stable. Then he picked up a wooden stick and beat it down. The thugs who followed him were knocked dizzy with a few sticks, and they all fell to the second floor. They could hear miserable wails.

Xia Wushuang was grateful that the decision he made in a split second allowed him to successfully escape from the gate of hell.

"what"

He had used too much force just now, and the wound on the right side of his back was opened. At this moment, heart-wrenching pain came, and there was blood on the sleeve of his sweater. He gritted his teeth and took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket with his left hand. It was still the 7-yuan Zhongnanhai that he was used to smoking when he was a student. Throwing away the stick, he took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, still lighting the lighter with his left hand.

After inhaling a puff of cigarette into my lungs, the overwhelming pain got better. I wonder if the nicotine had numbed the nerves.

"Brothers, if you work hard, that kid is no longer good. Capture him and rescue the young director. I will go and ask for credit from you." Now that the situation is like this, Brother Bao can only bite the bullet and bite this hard bone. He doesn't believe Xia Wushuang. How long can it last under the attack of dozens of people?

Brother Bao knows very well the principle of going all out in one go and losing three times to exhaustion. It's not that Xia Wushuang is more capable, he can really pick off a group of people by himself. The frequent losses in this battle were mainly due to their improper organization, and the previous unknown charges had greatly reduced their own morale. This time Xia Wushuang was lucky enough to save a life in the critical situation, and the convenient terrain actually allowed him to have another chance. Signs of resurrection.

If two gangs were to fight each other and start a fight on the street in the early morning, Brother Bao could guarantee that these people under him were all good at howling. In that situation, Xia Wushuang couldn't even make it through one round, but after all, God didn't do what he wanted.

With the right time and location, Xia Wushuang monopolized 20%.

All that remains is a "human being".

Xia Wushuang took advantage of the break to open his phone, and there were two messages: one from Ye Xing on Instagram, reminding him that the police had arrived within 2 kilometers and would take over the scene in five minutes at most, so that he could prepare his words; the other The news was sent by Pu Yu, a colleague from the newspaper office. The people from the newspaper office also had 5 kilometers left to go, but their team was equipped with the best drivers and off-road vehicles and should arrive with the police team.

Xia Wushuang first replied to Ye Xing: Thank you for dispatching the police team to rescue me, but that seems to be another trouble.

Ye Xing replied with a shit expression and asked: Why?

Xia Wushuang thought in her heart that when the police arrived, all the injuries here were caused by themselves, and the crime of intentional injury was undeniable. According to our country's current laws, the argument of self-defense is difficult to sustain. After all, it was he who caused more harm to the other party. However, I still sent one last message to Ye Xing: I owe you another drink. We will make up for it together and chat later.

Immediately afterwards, he had an idea and sent a 59-second WeChat voice message to Puyu, adding another sentence, "Do you understand?"

The people over at Puyu were probably seizing the time to set up equipment, and they also sent a message back: Get out of here, I know you're up to no good when you stick your butt out, don't worry, I won't delay your work.

On the underground floor, Brother Bao has made final arrangements. They still have fifteen people, and they are strong and confident.

The thugs left two people behind to use flashlights for lighting. The others threw away their machetes to avoid accidental injuries. They were divided into two groups and prepared to rush down and capture Xia Wushuang in one fell swoop.

It's exactly seven o'clock in the morning. Hold on until 7:05. It's enough to hold on for five minutes without dying.

Xia Wushuang gritted his teeth, picked up the wooden stick with a thick wrist and walked out on his own initiative. The wooden stick was more than two meters long.

"When, when, when"

The top of the wooden stick followed Xia Wushuang's footsteps and climbed up the stairs. The sound it makes is like a ghost coming out of hell, shaking a soul-calling bell.

"Good boy, I figured it out."

Brother Bao said jokingly when he saw Xia Wushuang taking the initiative to appear on the underground floor.

Xia Wushuang raised the wooden stick in his hand, spit out the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and said only two words: "Come on."

"Wang"

A dog bark suddenly appeared in this empty and dark space. Yezi jumped out, jumped directly to Brother Bao's waist, and gave his fat waist a bite. Brother Bao's miserable screams resounded throughout the unfinished building. I don’t know who this dog learned from. It fully developed the fine tradition of retreating when the enemy advances, harassing the enemy when retreating, and once the bite was successful, it quickly broke away and looked for the next target.

In just twenty seconds, fierce dog barks and tragic human screams came one after another, and the 15-man formation carefully planned by Brother Bao began to go into chaos. According to the actual situation, Xia Wushuang should seize the opportunity to attack. Unfortunately, he could no longer lift his right hand, let alone wield a two-meter-long wooden stick with a thick arm. He could only pray that time would pass quickly.

"thump"

There was another loud noise, and in the incredulous eyes of the thugs, a small mountain-like figure fell from the sky. Who else could it be but a fool?

The fool called Xia Wushuang brother, then turned angrily to the thugs, picked up a person with one hand, and threw him out like trash. See more Prestige public account: hhxs665