The pain continued to roll on the ground for several times without any sign of relief. Chen Fan finally couldn't bear it any longer. He unhooked the pistol issued by the Administration from the belt behind him a little frantically, and without thinking twice, he just used the black hole. The muzzle of the gun was pressed against his left temple, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
There was a gunshot, and colorful liquids of white, red, and yellow were sprayed on the ground to the right of Chen Fan, as if a dye shop had been opened. Some white fragments can still be seen faintly on the ground or in the dilute or viscous liquid.
After letting his imagination run wild, Chen Fan's body shook a few times and then fell down. But even so, Chen Fan even twitched for a while before completely stopping his activities.
After a few seconds, the colorful liquids and broken bones on the ground turned into white smoke and dissipated. Chen Fan also trembled and suddenly got up, half-kneeling on the ground and gasping: "fxck ! It’s really terrible. Even if I got the ability to reorganize, I didn’t expect that I would be so painful that I committed suicide because of the lack of output outlets. It’s really scary..."
After muttering for a while, Chen Fan turned around to see that Wei Yanwu and Wu Xiu were still awake. In desperation, he had no choice but to tap the body of the sniper rifle, turn it back into a big box, throw it on his back, and then He climbed up to Wei Yanwu and Wu Xiu and dragged them to the elevator, ready to go down to find the place where there was a signal before and contact the administration.
Just while waiting for the elevator (the elevator automatically returned to the first floor), Chen Fan recalled the situation where his arm was broken before, and shook his head with regret: "Really, this kind of injury can be healed in just a week. After the pain was so severe, I shot myself without even thinking about it. It was a pity that I lost my life..."
With a soft ding, Chen Fan dragged the unconscious two people into the elevator and pressed the button for the previous middle floor: "However, in order to avoid such wasteful behavior in the future, I'd better find a different way to use my abilities. Well, after all, my output port is just like that now..."
After the elevator arrived, Chen Fan carried his two unconscious teammates out of the elevator. He eagerly tilted his head and dialed the intercom, and let out a sigh of relief when he heard the long-awaited connection prompt:
"Ha—Sister Xiaojiu? It's me, I'm Chen Fan, and the singer has been sealed.
Well, Uncle Wei? Ah, he and Oh Soo both fainted, and now they are in my hands.
No, no, no, Uncle Wei had too much stamina to use his ability against the singer, Wu Xiu was knocked unconscious because he was bewitched by the singer and wanted to jump off the building... By the way, Sister Xiaojiu, after I go back, I have something more important to do. I have to report to you.
There was a dark figure who came from nowhere and wanted to snatch the sealed singer, but I hit the oil drum with my pistol and killed him. "
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Under the pink light, in a room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, a man with long purple hair as lush as a waterfall and as smooth as flowing water was sitting in front of the makeup mirror in an open-chested purple silk dress, patiently smearing his lips. Gorgeous light purple lipstick.
After applying it carefully and carefully, the man pursed his lips to ensure the overall appearance, then turned around with a murmur, and complained to the petite gray-haired girl standing upright against the wall holding a samurai sword as tall as himself behind him. He got excited and said, "Xiao Si, the doll is really not easy to use. Look at a rookie in the Bureau who has just awakened for less than a month. He can replace it with one arm at the cost of it. Otherwise, I would have been a long time ago." We can easily capture the sealed singer, and we won’t have to stay in this hellish place anymore.”
In response to the charming man's complaint, the knife-carrying girl called Xiaosi just continued to stand without saying a word, her white eyes looking straight ahead without any emotion.
The man seemed to have been used to the girl's silence for a long time. After sighing sadly, he stood up and walked towards the door leading outside. On the way, he touched Xiaosi's chin, but she retreated without leaving a trace.
Sighing even more helplessly, the man opened the door, walked slowly along the path in front of him, and then stopped in front of a pair of thick curtains.
Even through the thick curtain, the man could hear the roaring sound outside, as well as the emcee's bewitching voice, which was amplified countless times through the microphone, exaggerating the warm atmosphere: "Ladies, why are we here?" Place? Why does this place exist? That’s because the love in this world is not enough!
Some of you feel lonely because your husband has been away from home for a long time, some of you are gradually being left out because you have been with them for a long time, and some of you are simply victims of family marriage!
But, here, love is enough! You can enjoy the long-awaited love without restraint and feel how wonderful it is to be held in someone's arms!
And today, new love appears again! ! ! "
After shouting this last sentence, the man opened the curtain that only two people could open and walked onto the stage like a handsome young man.
The strange thing is that the man is clearly just a cowherd who betrays his love, but the man stands on the stage like an emperor. Just looking at his back, the other cowherds who were supposed to appear one after another lowered their heads in shame. They arrived, as if just showing up would tarnish the emperor's dignity. They huddled in the background and didn't dare to show up at all.
On the stage, with the appearance of the man, excited and crazy shouts came from all directions. The emcee below the stage exaggeratedly shouted with the microphone: "Ladies! This! This is the first love to devote oneself to! And After him—"
Before he finished speaking, the man leaned over and took away the microphone in the emcee's hand. This offensive and illegal behavior should have made the emcee furious and called security to kick this incompetent guy off the stage, but he didn't. Do this.
On the contrary, even if he just looked into the man's eyes at close range, the emcee, who is also a man, felt that his heart was in confusion. Not to mention knocking him off the stage, even interrupting or even making a move would cause interference. unwilling.
So, the man who took over the emcee's microphone gracefully brought it to his mouth, and his low and magnetic voice flowed into the hearts of the women in the audience: "Dear girls, I am the first to devote myself to love, and I will also be the one to devote myself to love." This will be the last thing you experience, the unique love! After tonight, you will all become my captives, but please don’t blame me, after all, this is my job too."
Although the man made the oath so ruthlessly and arrogantly, he received a wave of screams and whistles. Some people even fainted in the audience, and were taken away to rest by the security guards who turned their heads three times at a time.
In this decadent and intoxicating atmosphere, the man slowly stretched out his finger, swept it across everyone in the air, and then slowly placed his long, white jade finger on his lavender lips:
"Introduce me again, I am Zi Yan, a man as ethereal and mysterious as smoke, and as indifferent and ruthless as smoke. Who will be the first to become my victim tonight?"
High-pitched screams came one after another. Zi Yan casually threw the microphone back to the emcee, and then slowly turned around on the stage with banknotes flying. While leaving a back full of reverie for everyone, he faced the shadows hidden deep in the background. The middle-aged Xiao Si winked.
However, the girl holding the knife remained indifferent, but the cowherds all succumbed to the charm of the purple smoke and clapped their hands with blurred eyes.
Only Zi Yan himself couldn't laugh or cry, and let out a soft tut:
"Tsk, it's really just a peerless beauty ogling a blind man..."
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In the roaring helicopter cabin, Chen Fan, who was dozing with his head down, vaguely noticed the sound of landing. Then he yawned and opened his eyes. After a while, he finally woke up.
Then, watching Wu Xiu and Wei Yanwu being quickly put on stretchers and dragged away by medical staff wearing white protective suits, Chen Fan finally had a real sense of returning to normal order.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Chen Fan to realize it. Hu Weijiu, who looked haggard, stomped out of the management office on high heels. She reached out and grabbed Chen Fan's arm and pulled him inside: "Oh my god, you three are finally here." Back. Wu Xiu and Lao Wei are both unconscious and unable to answer, so we can only rely on your narration to review what happened before. Come on, come on, the old bald man was called by Wu Xiu's father and yelled. Dun, I’m angry why he sent his son to deal with the spirit ghost with a code name, and now he’s in trouble, but don’t let him find excuses to deduct my already meager salary.”
Hu Weijiu almost didn't drag him down. Chen Fan kept up with her pace and rolled his eyes helplessly: "Sister Xiaojiu, although I am the only one who is awake, we are actually divided into two groups and act separately. Yes, if we really want to report it, shouldn’t we wait until Uncle Wei and the others wake up?”
"Hey, it's okay. We were able to contact Old Wei through the walkie-talkie before, and we probably have everything under control. But it's different for you. First, you were separated from Old Wei and Wu Xiu, and then you lost contact with him for a while. I didn't have time to ask what happened during this period. Time was so tight that I didn't have time to ask. Besides..."
Glancing at Chen Fan meaningfully, Hu Weijiu had something to say: "Based on the time you last reported and the location of the remaining traces, I'm afraid an ordinary pistol won't be able to shoot that far, right?"
With a chuckle, Chen Fan looked around and said, "But shouldn't the more important thing be that black shadow? Sister Xiaojiu."
Seeing Chen Fan's appearance, Hu Weijiu did not reveal the meaning of his previous words, but just nodded: "Yes, the old bald man and I both think it is normal for people to have secrets, and the shadow is indeed more important, so... "
Finally arriving at the door of the conference room, Hu Weijiu smiled mischievously and twisted the doorknob: "How to deal with the bad-tempered old bald man next is up to you, Xiao Chen! Sister, I have nothing else to do, so I won't do it for now. ——”
Before she finished speaking, Hu Weijiu's ear was twisted by a hand stretched out from the crack of the door: "Little girl, you are still very young if you want to fight with me. Come in obediently and I won't investigate Chen Fan's fear of heights for you." Assign tasks and pay the price!”
"No! Old bald man!!!"
"Call! Me! San! Uncle! Mr.!"
Three days later, on the rooftop of the hospital.
Looking at the setting sun outside the railing, Wu Xiu felt melancholy. He took out a cigarette from the pocket of his large hospital gown and wanted to light it, but found that he had forgotten his lighter in the drawer when he came out today.
Wu Xiu, who was even more depressed now, had to stand silently with a cigarette in his mouth. When he was depressed, he suddenly stretched out a hand from the thorn and lit the cigarette for him with a click.
Although it was a bit unexpected, Wu Xiu took the opportunity to take a few breaths to light the cigarette butt, and then puffed away the smoke. Just as he was about to say thank you, he turned around and saw Wei Yanwu, who was also wearing a hospital gown and had a tomato in his pocket, smiling evilly next to him. He stretched out his hand to himself, and his intention to smoke was clearly visible.
Unable to laugh or cry, he took out another cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Wei Yanwu. Wu Xiu turned her face away in embarrassment when he was surprised and praised the good cigarette, as if she didn't know how to face Wei Yanwu.
Wei Yanwu handed Wu Xiu to his cigarette with a click. After enjoying a few sips with squinted eyes, Wei Yanwu looked at Wu Xiu who was silent and sighed: "I said, Xiao Wu, this kind of thing is nothing to worry about. It's just the influence of the spirit ghost with a code name, it's the same for everyone, don't take it too seriously."
After a dull reply, Wu Xiu was silent for a while, then turned around and said with a frustrated look: "Uncle Wei, am I holding you back? Not only was he fainted from blood loss after landing, but he was also attacked by a sniper that was originally planned. The hand position didn't work either. If it weren't for Chen Fan and you, the mission would have ended in failure... To be honest, if I think about it carefully, I was dispensable from the beginning of the mission."
Listening to Wu Xiu's self-denial, Wei Yanwu blew out a beautiful smoke ring, then reached out and hit Wu Xiu's head directly: "Idiot, there are no perfect people in this world? Even if you have been talking to Didn’t Chen Fan, whom I compare myself to, also fainted from fear of heights at the very beginning, and you had to untie his parachute to save him? If I put it that way, you are the biggest contributor to this operation."
Rubbing his aching head, Wu Xiu glared at Wei Yanwu angrily and amusedly. After a moment of silence, he chuckled: "Hey, Uncle Wei, you are right, Chen Fan is all relying on me." He just saved a life, and based on this, I will have a lot to say about him in the future! Ha!"
Looking helplessly at Wu Xiu, Wei Yanwu leaned on the railing and continued to enjoy the taste of high-end cigarettes. Wu Xiu, after being intoxicated with himself, silently smoked the entire cigarette with Wei Yanwu.
It was not until the end that Wu Xiu pressed out the short cigarette butt and whispered like a mosquito:
"Thanks."
Then, Wu Xiu turned around and walked away, as if someone was chasing him.
Wei Yanwu just chuckled, put out the cigarette butt, ran a few steps to follow Wu Xiu, and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, Xiao Chen never seems to smoke. Xiao Wu, do you know what's going on?" Something?"
Rubbing his chin and thinking for a while, Wu Xiu shrugged regretfully: "Well, although this kid has always claimed that he doesn't smoke because he is allergic to nicotine or caramel, in fact it is because his grandfather always smoked when he was young. , he didn’t exercise as he got older, and eventually the pulmonary fibrosis developed, so he has been resisting smoking.”
Hearing what Wu Xiu said, Wei Yanwu suddenly felt a little itchy in his throat.
Looking at each other in tacit understanding, the two decided that it would be better to smoke less in the future.
After returning to the ward, Wei Yanwu took out the phone and started to complain to Hu Weijiu: "I said Xiaojiu, please give me a phantom doll for this kind of thing in the future, otherwise it will be too torture for me?"
"Huh?" Hu Weijiu's incredible voice immediately sounded on the other end of the phone: "Old Wei, are you fooled by the excitement of using your strength rashly? Not to mention that each phantom doll costs tens of millions, which requires a fourth-level spiritual core. Can you drive it well? Even if you can barely make it move now, what should Xiao Chen and Xiao Wu do? Moreover, the phantom doll can only display the second level of strength, what is the difference between it and you now? "
Listening to the complaints on the other end of the phone, Wei Yanwu reluctantly hung up.
Ha - old bald man, you are so stingy!
(The author’s own experience is that when his grandfather passed away, he lost weight from 200 pounds to 130 pounds. The process was quite uncomfortable. Everyone should smoke less.)
