Emotions surged in her consciousness, and the nerves in her body were paralyzed. Wen Yue fell limply to the ground, unable to move with a finger.
This man must be coming to take her life right now, otherwise why would he pick up someone else's gun?
So that he can pluck himself clean?
Wen Yue stared into his eyes. This man named Shen Xu had a pair of particularly charming peach blossom eyes. Not to mention the long scar diagonally across his left face behind the canthus, he was indeed a very elegant scholar. But now In these days, how can there be any real scholars? White and pure scholars are mostly like fish, and only those who are in the ranks of military scholars can become generals and prime ministers!
There was no one else left in this place where blood was painted on the wall. In the last moment of overloaded consciousness, Wen Yue's consciousness was like a dream, with countless thoughts flashing through her in an instant. She was sure that if Shen Xu killed her now, there would be no suspicion of killing her.
But why? At her as a person? For the "cinnabar" in her exoskeleton? Or attack the entire security bureau?
Why?
Wen Yue's vision was blurred, and the overload error completely deprived her of her ability to move. No matter how strong a person was, she couldn't resist the blow that directly hit her mind. This is not a physical blow, but a mental blow!
In a daze, several gunshots were heard in Wen Yue's ears, and her consciousness immediately became more wandering. For a moment, she seemed to have a panoramic view of the surrounding environment from mid-air.
Five heavily armed special police officers broke in, including welding helmets, water-cooled armor, and standard rifles...
Is this the angel who led us?
wrong!
Wen Yue does not believe in religion, so what appeared in her mind when she was dying should be the images of her former comrades...
"Wake up, Xiaoyue, wake up!"
A warm and comfortable feeling flooded into Wen Yue's mind. The pain caused by the overloaded abnormal discharge quickly disappeared, and Wen Yue's stinging eyes reopened.
The face is still Shen Xu.
This time, Shen Xu's peach blossom eyes were full of anxiety, and he couldn't fake it at all. His face was so anxious that he squeezed out a lot of wrinkles. While shouting when the air ambulance would arrive, he grabbed the medical bag and took out To treat overload spasm a beta-antagonist is carefully inserted into the vein of Wen Yue.
Wen Yue's heart, which was about to jump out of her throat, slowed down, and her paralyzed body began to regain control.
Turn over, get up, and draw your gun.
The somewhat noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet. The rain was gradually decreasing and the rain was still pattering on the dome. The sound of rock music from the Tongzi Tower opposite was faintly audible. A gun was raised, and a dozen guns that had been hanging down were immediately raised.
"Keep me quiet, honey."
(Quiet me, my dear)
"And I promise to, tell no one about you."
(I will promise not to tell others everything about you)
Wen Yue's hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble. In an instant, besides the modified Type 92, there was also a SWAT heavy-barreled rifle with 12.7 mm bullets pointed at her.
She quickly glanced at everyone present. The security bureau agents who arrived had their holsters unbuckled. Only Shen Xu was holding the gun in his windbreaker pocket.
"Wen Yue, calm down and put down the gun." A female agent with short ear-length hair stretched out her hand to comfort Wen Yue, whose face was flushed.
The speaker was Wen Yue's immediate superior, Chen Xiaoxiang, the leader of the second action team of the fifth branch where she worked.
Chen Xiaoxiang signaled the Zixia District Special Police to lower their guns and said: "We are all our own people here. Come on, don't get excited and give me the gun."
Chen Xiaoxiang approached step by step, taking advantage of Wen Yue's constant changing of targets with her gun, and snatched her gun away, restraining Wen Yue with one move, causing her to fall down softly.
"Shen Xu, take care of her."
Shen Xu half-knelt beside Wen Yue, supported Wen Yue's cheek, with firm eyes: "Xiaoyue, it's okay, everyone is here."
Wen Yue's head was still in pain, and she couldn't help but wonder whether what she had seen and heard before was true or false. She touched the location of the exoskeleton cooling pack and found that the sealed bag containing the "cinnabar" was still there.
Could it really be an illusion?
Rescue came suddenly, and the heavy flying skateboard came with strong airflow. Everyone in the Security Bureau ignored the SWAT medical staff who were actually present, put the injured Wen Yue on the aircraft and left, leaving Chen Xiaoxiang and others to support the Security Bureau. The Zixia District special police arrived at almost the same time.
After missing a warm month, it was four versus five, light exoskeleton versus heavy water-cooled armor, and a modified Type 92 anti-countermeasure rifle. It seemed that the Security Bureau did not have the upper hand in terms of equipment.
"Shao Minggu, this is an operation of the Security Bureau. You have no right to interfere." Chen Xiaoxiang wore an exoskeleton, but his height was still inferior to that of the extremely majestic SWAT captain Shao Minggu.
Shao Minggu waved his men to clean up the scene. He faced the people of the security bureau who were motionless alone. His frosted armor did not show any light, and he said in a relaxed tone: "Major Chen, what you said is too big. This kind of thing, The SWAT won’t intervene? Who will?”
"Should we ask the Jingbang Tang from Yanfen Street to intervene?"
The quality of this joke was very low. Chen Xiaoxiang's expression remained unchanged as he said: "When the special police intervened, they killed the living person. They are quite good at intervening."
Wen Yue had deliberately left a person alive in the corridor before, and Shao Minggu who climbed up the stairs was shot to death in front of the security bureau.
After all, it is a three-stage welding helmet, and it is impossible to penetrate it with just one sentence. Furthermore, it is no secret that the security system and the security bureau that are everywhere are not dealing with it.
Shao Minggu took out a cigarette, and instead of taking out a lighter, he lit it with the fire that was still on the scene, not caring that there were broken limbs next to the flames.
"Why are you talking like that? Major Chen, the case of 'Cinnabar' is not only being watched by your security bureau. It is a major case and requires coordinated actions. Come on, have a cigarette."
Naturally, Chen Xiaoxiang would not pick up this Furong King. Besides, this brand is only available on the surface. In other words, this must be smuggled cigarettes.
"Smoking less will shorten your life span."
"If it's damaged, I'll probably replace it with a prosthetic lung. I'm a little policeman and I can't use your security bureau's in vitro technology that doesn't require implanting an internal prosthetic body. It's really not possible. I can just replace it with a lung from another race. Maybe my lung capacity will increase." That's it." Shao Minggu exhaled smoke and said with a smile on his face.
The words were not speculative, and the two sides were talking with guns and sticks. No matter how much they argued, there would be no results. Moreover, Chen Xiaoxiang knew in his heart that Wen Yue had obtained the purified "cinnabar" and the harvest from this operation was enough, so he gave an order Next, both sides retreated.
In less than half an hour, only bullet holes remain in this tube-shaped building littered with corpses. Within a week, there will be new tenants. Every inch of land in the underground city is at a premium, and there are many things scarier than being haunted.
Outside, Wen Yue was lying on the stretcher of the flying skateboard. The air flow was like an invisible wall, separating the dome rain that seemed to never stop completely. She tried to retrieve the images from the built-in camera of the soap silk armor, but there was no truth. The camera had been smashed to pieces when she fell from the tower.
In mid-air, Wen Yue saw policemen in black raincoats rushing into Yanfen Street. In the peach-colored hall, virtual singers in underskirts were still dancing in the Swan Lake. The benefactor's nose had been interrupted, and blood was spraying from his nose, and his stun gun was flying. A blue light emitted, and the Cowherd, who took off his prosthetic limbs, surrendered on one knee.
The lucky ones who were missed by the police escaped and saw a hot-rolled steel mill in front of them. The chimney was integrated with the dome support column, and its breath was hot, just like the breath of an underground fire dragon.
A new round of projection of "Ode to Longshan" begins. The chorus is brilliant and majestic. No matter who it is, everyone must see and hear it.
"Feng Zhaoxiang, sun and moonlight,
The four seas rise and territories open up.
Benevolence, wisdom and trust, etiquette, justice and loyalty,
Honest and virtuous, the holy kings. "
The airflow of the flying skateboard blew through countless puddles created by rain bombs, blowing open the floating plastic needles and oil cans, and dispersed the psychedelic rock music that the lower class would like that kept coming from below.
