"Call for rescue, we call for rescue..." a voice outside the door said tremblingly - obviously, this person was using a walkie-talkie.
Soon, a noisy reply came, "Tell me roughly your specific situation, over!"
"Friedrich is injured...he lost a lot of blood, what should I do...ah, it's over!"
"How did you get injured? Who did you fight with? Over!"
"We encountered a locked room on the second floor. Albert shot at the door, and then... the ricochet accidentally injured him... Over."
"You are just a bunch of idiots! Tell me where it is on the second floor, once and for all!"
Rico behind the door almost laughed out loud. She glanced at Hesta and shook her head gently - what kind of opponent are we fighting at this moment?
Outside the door, the helpless gunman was sitting on his knees next to his companion. He was judging his position when he suddenly felt suffocated - someone strangled his neck from behind and quickly dragged his whole body backwards.
Things happened too fast. Before he could realize what happened, a powerful elbow hit him and curled him to the ground, almost losing consciousness for a moment.
He felt a pair of hands removing the weapons he carried with him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Rico handing his companion's automatic rifle to the red-haired woman behind him.
In the hands of the red-haired woman, the rifle was like a toy made of building blocks. After just a few movements, a complete rifle had been disassembled into several parts and then discarded on the ground by the red-haired woman.
This movement was smooth and smooth. In less than thirty seconds, the two men had unloaded their two rifles and five pistols in one go.
The injured teammate had been tied to the ground with his backhand, and he was whimpering in pain, crying like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
Rico slowly approached the other person.
"no, do not want……"
"If you make any more noise, I'll kill you." Rico squatted in front of him, "Raise your hands."
The man raised his hand obediently, tears streaming down his face. He sobbed unconsciously, his eyebrows turning into characters, "Please...please...please Miss Rico...you are...you are a good person" …”
"What happened downstairs?"
"Ugh...we...were...ordered...to find something..."
"what?"
"That "Guide"..."
Rico and Hesta were both startled.
"did you find it?"
"No...that woman lied to us, she didn't take us with her at all—"
"Where is she?"
"I don't know... ugh... I really don't know... She ran towards the escape tunnel... Others just... shot. I have never fired a gun until now. I am... I am innocent. …”
A piece of tape stuck directly to his mouth, and then Rico fixed his wrist behind his back.
"We have to retreat quickly." Rico turned around, "The others should be coming up soon."
Hesta stood up from the wheelchair and walked behind Anna. The three of them quickly entered the corridor on the second floor - Rico in front, Anna in the middle, and Hesta in the back.
Leaving the corridor, they walked all the way down the emergency passage with almost no light. Rico directly carried Anna down. Anna was kicking on the footrests and holding the handrails tightly with both hands, saying "Oh my god," from time to time. Oh my god" gasps.
This is probably not the same "escape passage" mentioned by the thorn monk earlier, because it only leads to a secluded corner on the first floor of the museum.
Rico carefully opened the door to a gap, and after observing it, he closed the door again.
"It seems that there is no one in this area now." She said softly, "Go out from here, go through a main aisle and go to the right and there is another escape passage. You should be able to leave directly from there... Can you go?"
The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke for a while.
After a while, Hesta spoke with difficulty: "I was thinking..."
Rico took a deep breath, "I know, I'm thinking about it too."
"Or we can retreat first," Hesta whispered. "When we reach a safe area, I will call Miss Chiba, and then you..."
"There is a high probability that she will not come." Anna suddenly said, "In this situation tonight, she needs to guard Bo Shanfu."
Hesta and Rico were silent at the same time - yes, if you want to force Chiba to stop the ship, seriously injuring Boshanfu and seriously injuring Hesta are both good choices.
"Look, does it look familiar?" Anna said slowly in the darkness, "Should we hold a vote? Those who agree to rescue the girl will raise their hands - first of all, I won't raise it."
Rico retracted his gaze and looked at Hesta: "...but Agnes may have clues to the "Guide" in her hand. What do you think, Jane?"
Hesta felt a surge of blood in her mind. Obviously, Rico was inclined to save people, but Anna chose not to save them. The final decision suddenly fell into her hands.
"Everything has a price..." Not far away, Anna looked at Hesta faintly, "What is the price today?"
Hesta looked downcast.
After a moment, she whispered: "...I choose to save people."
Rico also turned back: "Yes, we must try our best to find Agnes first before we can figure out what the "Guide" the thorn monk just said meant."
Anna shrugged lightly and smiled without saying a word.
Soon, the three of them walked directly through the deserted exhibition hall. It is not difficult to get around the thorn monks on the first floor. Compared with being discovered by them, what is more threatening is the long guns dangling on their bodies - at least two of them have gun straps that are not tied correctly at all, so that when When they let go, the muzzle of the gun rubbed against their shoulders and pointed diagonally upward.
A closed museum is also a space where bullets can easily ricochet repeatedly. If they accidentally misfire, there is no telling what tricky angle those bullets or shrapnel will hit...
Suddenly, Rico and Hesta saw a row of bullet marks at the same time - it was just above the gate of the passage they were about to pass.
Pushing open the door, they quickly discovered blood drops on the ground. The blood had not completely solidified, and it was obviously left just now.
Rico and Hesta quickened their pace at the same time. They had already heard the sound of beatings and whispered curses in the distance.
The blood drops on the ground were like guideposts. The three of them moved forward until the voices of Agnes and the two thorn monks were very close. Along the downward spiral arc of the wall, Rico could already see a certain thorn monk. Half of their shoulders, these men were not wearing the pullovers that were everywhere tonight, but the gray and blue camouflage uniforms common to the navy.
Agnes was lifted up from the ground by her hair.
"Where is the Guide? Can you tell me?"
"...Let me meet Mr. Gobelin first." Agnes was furious, "If you can't see Mr. Gobelin alive...you...don't even think about anything."
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