Everyone Survives In The Fog

The young man with earrings turned around and heard the middle-aged man whisper softly: "If the other side has been prepared, the nigger will probably be able to catch him. If it really comes to this, you understand..."

"Uncle! This is an excellent combatant!"

"A small leak will sink a great ship!"

"Besides, those little kids in District 7 are not weak at all. They have more than a dozen excellent-level combatants. They are no joke!"

"But the good thing is, as long as we don't leave any clues and don't cause them any substantial losses, they can't keep chasing us!"

"That's...ok."

…

And at the center of all eyes, was a room in the collapsed building.

The middle-aged black man screamed heartbreakingly: "Are you crazy?! You want to drag me to die here?"

Under the burning wood on the side, An Changlin's lower body was suppressed, and his legs were covered by pieces of carbon flint.

His face was extremely pale and terrifying, with a pale smile on his face, and he said lightly: "Don't worry, you won't die, and neither will I!"

After saying that, An Changlin leaned against the wall behind him, took out a bottle of healing potion in his hand, and slowly introduced it into his mouth.

At the same time, he took out a defensive spirit pattern and put it in front of himself to avoid secondary damage.

On the side, the black man was crushed in the rubble. After struggling fiercely for a while, he finally gave up.

His injuries were extremely serious, with numerous fractures and contusions on his body, and a huge amount of blood loss. He could no longer withstand further loss.

If he hadn't relied on his excellent strength to forcefully extend his life, he would have died in the ruins long ago.

The scene calmed down for a long time.

The black man regained his composure and said calmly: "Are you also a chess piece? An abandoned chess piece?"

An Changlin glanced at him and ignored him.

The black man became more convinced of his thoughts and sneered: "Knowing that you will encounter danger, you still have to stay here to wait for death. How sad!"

"What benefits did they give you? A bottle of healing props and a defensive scroll? Just to make you work for them?"

"How about you give me the bulrush and the healing potion, and I'll take you out?"

"only you……"

Faced with the black man's speculation, An Changlin smiled contemptuously and threw a spiritual pattern in front of the black man.

It’s the communication spirit pattern!

On the spirit pattern, there were several voice messages sent by Qi Yuan several hours ago.

The black man was confused, stretched out his hand to open it, and heard a male voice.

"Chang Lin, there may be danger recently, please come back first, and the matter of seeds will be slow down."

"Stop staying in the mall. Someone is watching you and your whereabouts are completely exposed."

"Why do you need healing potions and defense scrolls? Has something happened already?"

"..."

The black people had no interest in listening to the rest of the voice.

At this time, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked in front of him in horror, and said incomparably: "You, you, you... you have known this for a long time?!"

…

Qi Yuan, who was far away on the shelter island, quickly received the message from Yang Zhenghe!

"There was a raid! The mall was blown up!"

Qi Yuan was awakened from his sleep, looking at the information in his hand with surprise, his face and mood changing.

His expression slowly changed from the initial worry to confusion: "Chang Lin, is this your plan?"

Logically speaking, he had already reminded An Changlin that as long as he returned to the shelter, there would be no problems.

Without people and seeds, who would have time to sneak attack?

Realizing that something was wrong, Qi Yuan immediately stood up and teleported to the gathering place.

Worried about danger, Qi Yuan took the Spirit Tree Queen Bee with him and quickly rushed to the central area of ​​District 7.

From afar, Qi Yuan saw that most of the floors of the entire mall had collapsed and were covered in flames.

On the side, Yang Zhenghe was in ruins, with two guardian puppets standing beside him, his eyes full of solemnity.

"Brother Yang, how is the situation?"

Yang Zhenghe let out a long sigh: "The building collapsed. An Changlin should still be inside, and none of the other workers who have been recruited have escaped."

Qi Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he searched carefully in the ruins, and finally found a room that had not completely collapsed.

The structure of this room is special. Even if the surrounding houses completely collapsed, it was not completely destroyed.

This is where Yang Zhenghe and An Changlin usually work.

Qi Yuan did not hesitate, and directly let the Spirit Tree Queen Bee lie on his back, used the tree vines to form a huge wing, and flew Qi Yuan up to the ruins.

Yang Zhenghe behind him couldn't help but open his mouth wide when he saw this scene, and was stunned for a while.

There are only two words in my mind:: Damn, he’s so handsome! "

Qi Yuan ignored being cool and stood on the ruins. He once again ordered the Queen Bee of the Spirit Tree to change form and turn into dozens of huge vines to move the surrounding ruins.

It didn't take much time to reveal the hole in it, and two dusty figures appeared in front of me.

"Chang Lin!" Qi Yuan frowned and hurried over to check.

His legs were completely pressed by the bricks. Although there was no obvious bleeding, they were completely deformed by the pressure.

Qi Yuan estimated that these legs... were probably useless!

He said angrily: "An Changlin, didn't I ask you to go back? Why did you make your own decision?"

An Changlin's pale face showed a smile and said: "Don't worry, Boss Qi, I know it, I won't die yet! I can give you a big gift today!"

"Big gift?!" When Qi Yuan heard his words, his heart was secretly shaken, and he could faintly glimpse the tip of the iceberg of his plan.

While stuffing a bottle of healing potion over him, he scolded: "You almost killed yourself, why are you so generous?"

"Brother Qi, listen to me!" An Changlin struggled to hold Qi Yuan, his expression extremely serious.

Qi Yuan looked at him, and at the same time the black man beside him also looked over.

An Changlin said softly: "Boss Qi, the value of cattail grass is far more precious than we imagined! The major powers will never allow us to monopolize it!"

"Even if this nigger hadn't attacked us today, there would definitely be other forces that would be detrimental to us in the future!"

"Although our strength is not weak, we are still weak. How can we withstand so many open and hidden attacks? Sooner or later, we will suffer heavy losses, and we will even be gradually cannibalized by other forces!"

"So, instead of passively accepting attacks, we should take the initiative to fight back as soon as possible!"

Qi Yuan's mind gradually calmed down and he said in a deep voice: "Take the initiative to fight back? Is this the opportunity you created for me?"

As he spoke, Qi Yuan looked at the surrounding ruins, as well as the seriously injured An Changlin and Hei Gui.

I have a vague idea in my heart. It seemed that An Changlin had thought of his plan.

"Yes!"

An expression of confidence appeared on An Changlin's face.

"I have expanded the news of this sneak attack infinitely, and the eyes of all survivors and forces have gathered here!"