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It was getting late, and a full moon was hanging outside the window. Jia Xibei looked at it and walked back to Yuan Zhen's bedside.

HP quickly treated Yuanzhen's gunshot wound, took out five bullets, and repaired the damaged tissue and broken bones. People from Beifutang gave him a simple bandage and settled him in the small guest room next to the HP room.

"Brother, turn off the lights." Jia Xibei took off his shoes and socks, leaving his feet bare.

After treatment, his back was coated with anti-bleeding and anti-inflammatory drugs, and wrapped in several layers of gauze, like a small rice dumpling.

There is only one bed in this room, they are squeezed together, Jia Xibei held Yuan Zhen's head in his arms, and gently rubbed his temples: "Is it comfortable?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Zhen squinted her eyes, her forehead was pressed against her thin chest, and there was a smell of disinfectant.

"Then go to sleep," said Jia Xibei, "I'll sleep when you fall asleep."

Yuan Zhen held his waist with one hand, and slowly closed it. The wound hurt so much, it was obviously not a fatal injury, but because someone pampered her, she wanted to scream for pain, and wanted to be a coquettish child.

"Does it hurt?" Jia Xibei seemed to know what he was thinking, and gently stroked his hair, "It won't hurt when you fall asleep."

Yuan Zhen looked up at him, he must also be in pain, tossing and tossing for so long, tired and frightened, flapping his eyelashes to doze off.

"Hey, Jassybe," he called, "don't sleep!"

"Huh?" Jia Xibei pouted and frowned.

Yuan Zhen looked out the window: "There may be something tonight..."

Jia Xibei woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes and sat up: "Brother Zhen, don't scare me."

He was really scared, and he clenched his fists tightly. Yuan Zhen quickly held his hand: "Brother Cen and Gao Xiu will not come in vain this morning. On the way from the HP room just now, I saw Zhuiye Lianghe from the corridor window. Swallowing the knife, it's downstairs."

"What?" Jia Xibei opened his rabbit eyes, ran to the window with his shoes on, couldn't see clearly, there were two big guys in the shadows at the door of the building, "Really!"

He turned around and twisted his hands nervously in front of his chest: "Want...to fight?"

Yuan Zhen propped herself up and leaned against the head of the bed: "Go and lock the door. From now on, we must remain vigilant."

In the same building, the seventh floor, the innermost room, the door slowly opened from the outside, and He Feifan stood there shirtless, leaning on the door frame with his body tilted.

The hall master was in the room, sitting at the table to record something, looked up at him, and ignored him.

"Still sleeping?" He Feifan asked lazily, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The hall master did not respond.

"No way, are you still angry with me?" He Feifan walked over and held his chin across the table, "I said, are you a bit too tempered..."

The hall master slapped the pen, his chest heaved up and down, staring at him burningly.

He Feifan looked down at him, and slid his fingers along the curve of his jaw: "Because of the organs, or Ding Huanliang?"

The hall master's hands were clenched into fists on the table.

"He's not bad-looking, so I've fucked him, right?" He Feifan picked him up by the collar, and looked at him mercilessly, "In your heart, I'm just a hot dog, right?"

The hall master trembled, and there was a suppressed anger between his brows.

He Feifei seemed very affectionate: "If I'm in love with you, will I also be in love with others?"

"Why does he know about the organs," the hall master said slowly, "but I don't?"

He Feifan stimulated him: "There are still many things you don't know, but every little brother of mine knows, are you unhappy?"

"I want to know!"

He Feifan laughed at him: "Old men are so insecure."

"I'm just an old man," the hall master said excitedly, a little choked up. "I'm thirty, and the entrance is fucking dead. Is it strange that I don't feel safe? I just want you..."

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire outside, followed by two long and one short first-level alarms.

"What's going on!" He Feifan walked around the table, grabbed the hall master's arm and pulled him out, protecting him against his chest, and rushed out of the room.

10 minutes ago, at the entrance of the main building.

Yao Huangyun stood up in the controller's cabin, and the time was almost up. He aimed the connector at the access port of the right temporal lobe, inserted it all the way, and the lighting system of the whole body of the Tunsheng Knife was activated. After a brief vibration of the main joints, Turning his neck, he looked at Zhui Yeliang.

Zhuyeliang's optical eyepiece and barrel light flickered, he exchanged a glance with Tunshengdao, and took a step forward.

The younger brother who was patrolling past here saw the two "unmanned" skeletons passing by, his eyes widened in shock.

Seeing the patrol team, Zhuyeliang did not launch an attack, but went to the "Zhenbei" stone, stretched out his left hand, held the handle of the left lion tooth, and with a light wrist lift, the boulder instantly cracked, and the long blade came out of its "sheath".

Only then did the patrol boy react, and he grabbed the intercom device on his chest and shouted: "Left, left lion teeth have been pulled out! Be on alert! Everyone is fucking ready!"

Immediately afterwards, the blade of Zuo Shiya swept in front of him, and with a puff, his head was decapitated.

The patrol team started to shoot, retreated every night, and the Tunsheng Knife came up, and the bullets rubbed golden sparks on the dark green armor. He leaned over and turned down the barrel, and the indicator lights around the ten-centimeter-diameter muzzle lit up. The air flow passed through the middle of the barrel, whining, like a cry for life.

The patrol team retreated in horror, and saw that the Tunsheng Knife first fired a shot from its left shoulder, and then fired a shot from its right shoulder. Soar up in the middle.

The moment the cannon was ejected, Yao Huangyun moved forward horizontally, and wherever the chemical poisoned blade went, no matter whether it was steel or carbohydrates, it corroded and dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Years of large-scale battles, he is habitually looking for comrades-in-arms, Zhui Yeliang is in the opposite direction, and is rushing towards the main building. The red lights on both sides of the eyepiece flash rhythmically as the focal length stretches. He is familiar with that light, and even misses it. At this moment, Zhui Yeliang swung his knife.

Yao Huangyun paused.

Every swordsman has his own habit of using the knife. Most people swing the knife straight out, but Zhui Yeliang does not. When he controls the knife, he tends to keep the back of the knife close to his shoulder so as to obtain the greatest strength and speed when he swings the knife. This kind of knife Lu Yao and Huang Yun have met before, but that person has already...

The skeleton of Beifutang rushed to the back, he dodged wittyly, and sent a knife in front of him, then looked at Zhuyeliang, after finishing the mess around him, he looked up at the main building, and pressed a hidden button on the left side of the eyepiece.

That is a full-dimensional imaging capture system. Yao Huangyun was amazed. That system can scan any medium-sized target within ten seconds and locate all life forms in it. This technology itself is not new, but it requires a huge amount of energy to carry it. support.

The positioning was successful, and Zhui Yeliang observed the 3D scan. Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei were in the second room on the east side of the third floor, and the Hall Master of Beifu and He Feifan were in the same position on the seventh floor. He jumped and walked along the facade of the building Climb up.

Climbing up the building, he gestured towards Tunsheng Knife, on the east side, to the second: "Third floor!"

Yao Huangyun copy: "Got it!"

He Feifan pulled the hall master into the bedroom and opened the closet door. Behind the rows of suits was the panicroom. He pushed him in: "There is a problem with the Jialan hall, that Cen Zhuo can really fucking act!"

"Extraordinary!" The hall master wanted to drag him in together.

"Release!" He Feifan pushed him, "I am the emperor, I have to fight!"

As he said that, he closed the panicroom, straightened his suit, closed the cabinet door, turned out of the bedroom shirtless, and ran down the stairs.

Every senior cadre in Dyeshe has a built-in chip inside the left arm. Press it in a critical moment, and the skeleton can be remotely activated within 30 seconds. The skeleton will locate the chip and rely on temporary power to come to the controller.

But He Feifei doesn’t need it, his flower vine hook is in Beifutang. He exits the main building through the back door, turns to the skeleton warehouse, enters the password, and the flower vine hook is waiting for him at position A1. Seconds to synchronize the time, swing the metal whip and rush to the battlefield.

The armed forces of the entire Beifutang formed a vortex with the Swallowing Knife as the center. Bones and personnel were thrown into it, and they were ruthlessly torn apart in the blink of an eye, turning into cannon fodder and trampled under its feet.

He Feifan rushed upwards with full firepower, and was about to meet, when a heavy-duty truck suddenly crashed into the gate, the car belonged to the Qingshan Group, and the driver was Cen Zhuo.

He rushed towards the back of Beifutang's attack circle, crushing countless small fighters and living forces along the way, standing in the middle of the chaos, pressing the red button next to the power supply, and the car door opened immediately, and Gao Xiu jumped out with the black dice .

The neutron field can immediately spread around the battlefield, and the reinforcement skeletons of Beifutang were repeatedly hit by invisible bombs during the movement. As a result, everyone was fixed in their positions and did not dare to move around.

In this way, they become living targets for the red curse.

Jin Shui didn't have prosthetics, and the wound conditions didn't allow it. She asked Gao Xiu to hang her in the driver's cabin, directly connected to the bones, leaned the red mantra against the wall of the truck, kept her lower body still, and held two bones in her hands to transform her. Gatling, firing high-caliber bullets at the opponent at a rate of eight thousand rounds per minute.

Cen Zhuo abandoned the car, took two special guns, one in his hand and one on his back, with all the bullets wrapped around his waist, like a small mobile arsenal, and charged towards the main entrance of the main building.

Seeing him, Yao Huangyun immediately brandished a knife to cover him: "The third floor, east side, the second room!"

With a load of at least fifty kilograms, Cen Zhuo still moved quickly, brushing the special-shaped hook on the tail of the flower vine hook, and leaped into the building. He Feifei glared at him with red eyes, and turned to follow.

After entering the building, the movement of people is much more convenient than that of bones. He jumped up to the third floor in a few steps, ran eastward, and rushed to the door of the penultimate room at full speed, which was actually locked inside.

"Yuanzhen, open the door!" He kicked his foot, looked behind him, it was strange that the flower vine hook did not catch up.

The door opened immediately, and the room was not lit. Jia Xibei stood in front of him clutching a stool leg: "Brother!"

When Cen Zhuo entered the room, Yuan Zhen was leaning on the bed, still unable to move freely, with a sharpened toothbrush in his hand.

"Very well done," Cen Zhuo threw the gun in his hand to Yuan Zhen, turned the gun on his back and hugged it in his arms, "Don't attract attention, wait until we're done."

After finishing speaking, he went out, and before going out, he told Jia Xibei: "Take care of him."

Flower Vine Hook followed Cen Zhuo into the building, but it was difficult for him to pass through narrow places such as corridor corners, and rushed to the second floor. Someone was banging on the door of the room facing the stairs, so he stopped.

The iron gate, without windows, is where temporary prisoners are held in the hall. When he walked up, there was a loud battle outside, and it seemed that the cry for help inside was very small: "Ding Huanliang?"

The sound of slamming the door became even faster, and the people in the room cursed angrily: "Damn He Feifan, did Jia Lantang call! Get me out quickly, hurry up!"

"Stay away." He Feifan said, took a step back, swung the metal whip, wedged the hook at the end of the whip into the door panel, and pulled hard, and the iron door opened a big hole in the middle.

Ding Huanliang got out of the hole, grabbed the flower vine hook and stretched out his hand, stood up: "What's going on!"

"Cen Zhuo, Zhuyeliang, Black Dice and Tunsheng Dao." He Feifei looked upstairs. There are three stairs in this building, and Cen Zhuo will not go back the same way. "There is also a red skeleton with a machine gun."

"It's Jin Shui's red spell," Ding Huanliang walked out quickly, "She won't recover so quickly, let someone attack her."

"To get the skull crown?"

"It's too late," Ding Huanliang grabbed his arm, "follow you."

The Vine Hook immediately lends him strength, twists his body, and throws him onto his back. There is a small recessed space where most of the bones are. The original design was to carry an extra battery pack, which is often lost on the battlefield. The skeletal master ran away with his teammates like this.

Flower Vine Hook walked out of the building, and instead of rushing to join the battle, he climbed up the outer wall of the building instead. For the skeleton, walking outside was much more efficient than walking inside.

"What are you doing?" Ding Huanliang was puzzled.

"The hall master is on the seventh floor."

"Do you still care about him now?"

"You and I are in charge." With the help of the whip, the flower vine hook climbed very quickly, "I have been with him for so many years, we must send him to a safe place no matter what."

Ding Huanliang sneered: "You are a scumbag, you are still loyal."

The flower vine hook accurately climbed out of the main window, smashed the glass and jumped in. The closet was on the other side of the bedroom, separated by more than ten meters. He saw the closet door was open, and his suit and shirt were scattered all over the floor. He rushed to the front and the entrance of the panicroom was open , The small space was full of blood.

"Oh, it's late." Ding Huanliang gloated.

"Zhuyeliang..." He Feifan couldn't figure it out, "How does he know that the hall master is inside? Damn he has clairvoyance?"

At this time, there was a wave of loud shouts outside the window: "Group leader Jiang! It's the Qingshan group! The black sky is coming!"

Jiang Zongtao's Daheitian has pure black bones, barbs all over his body, a huge ax on his back, and a 5L poison gas gallbladder on each of his left and right arms, which can disperse neurotoxins.

Getting off the carrier vehicle of the Qingshan team, he rushed directly into the center of the battlefield. When Tunshengdao saw him, he took a step back subconsciously.

"You're playing tricks on me!" Jiang Zongtao roared angrily, pulling out his huge axe.

The ax came head-on, and the Tunsheng Knife held it with the back of the knife. This was a good opportunity for Daheitian to spread the poisonous gas. Tunsheng Knife should immediately release the shoulder cannon and keep a distance from it.

But it doesn't.

Jiang Zongtao was puzzled, took back the ax and observed it carefully.

The Swallowing Knife did not attack him, but instead seemed to dodge, turning around to attack other bones, Jiang Zongtao's heart trembled, and a thought flashed in his mind: "Huang... Yun?"