Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

231 Evacuation

The comer made it clear that the enemy is not a friend. Full-text novels (read novels)

I jumped from the root of the wall, the dagger flicked away from the door, and the speed of the bullet's venting was delayed for a moment, but it didn't feel like I was stabbing the other party in the novel. I rushed towards the other side of the door. At the moment of crossing the door, the figure of the enemy came into view. The two soldiers fired their guns with great force, and bullets flew over my head. The remaining soldier only showed a corner of his uniform on one side of the wall. I pulled the thread connecting the handle, and the dagger that fell into the empty space jumped towards the soldier who was hiding.

Allowing him to use spells is more threatening than bullets.

At this moment, a figure rushed up from behind with a screaming wind, broke through the window, and flew out of the curtain. People with this kind of mobility in this room, except Zhenjiang, will have Misaki left. Before I fell to the other side, I pulled the thread again, and the dagger threw down the soldier who was leaning against the wall, and rolled towards the two soldiers who were facing the gate.

The bullet shot from the outside hit the ground, but the movement to chase me was still a step slower. Judging from the sound and power, if it was hit on the body, only one shot could interrupt the arm of a child. Of course, these soldiers used such bullets before. Although they were used to it, they would still feel cold sweat when they thought about it.

Well, it would be easier to predict the straight trajectory if it was n’t a bullet, otherwise it would be too much.

The feeling from the dagger seemed to hit something hard, but it was not a human body. The screams from outside were not from the two soldiers I dealt with. Miye suddenly raided from the window, apparently hitting the enemy in a hurry, the soldier who was hiding on the side and seemed to be trying to play some conspiracy was immediately injured . Ah, no, it should be dead. Misaki's current combat power is not a joke. He was beaten by surprise. In terms of the abilities of these soldiers, the chance of serious injury is too small.

Sure enough, the sound on the other side of the wall was like a puppet with a broken thread. In the corner of my eyes, the body wrapped in the uniform fell to the door, the skull rolled out of the other end of the field of vision, and the red water continued to spread around.

At the same time, the bullets shot into the room became messy and scattered. After a while, the sound of the bullets struck along a distorted track from the ground to the wall, becoming weaker.

"What? This is—wow" screams followed the question.

The dagger flew back out of the door in the tightening of the silk thread, and fell back into my hand. The enemies at the main gate no longer need me to pay attention, and Engels and Alice have new troubles. After confirming that this was an enemy attack, they seemed to hesitate for a while before deciding to leave the back door. But the two of them hadn't entered the yard yet, and they were forced back by a fierce fire.

Alice was knocked down by Engels on the ground. Engels was about to close the back door, but the firepower vented from the wall of the courtyard immediately broke the whole door. The flicking wood chips rolled in the air, and there were no literary novels landing on the two people with their eyes closed. I have seen the number of attackers from the crack of the door leaf.

Five soldiers, three plain clothes, and the number of people far beyond the main entrance made me immediately realize that the enemy at the main entrance was just a feint. How did the enemy find us? Although I am alone, it is enough to resist enemies of this size, but I will not pin the hope of surviving on the other party just mobilizing these people.

Probably the pioneer, or do those guys think these people are enough to deal with us? Perhaps the other party does not know the details. If the source of the exposure is the attack on the mask workshop, then our identity will be positioned as a "rebel", and it is not impossible for the number to be determined as "two". Considering further, maybe they are not sure that this is the hiding place of the rebels.

Plus the explosion at the beginning of the incident is strange. So for the enemy, out of concern, they did not invest the overwhelming force in the first wave, just to throw stones to ask for directions, then this force can also be understood.

However, just by temptation, the enemy's purpose has been achieved. Except for Engels and Alice, the other people were not wearing local black robes.

The thought flashed through my mind. I threw the dagger, wound the silk thread around Alice's feet, and dragged them to a safe place. The sound of fighting outside the front door suddenly stopped, and the gunshots at the back door stopped like a heart.

Wind, rain and thunder are once again the masters of this gloomy world. The fire was swaying and seemed to be extinguished at any time, and the light and shadow in the room shook.

I searched around Zhenjiang. She didn't know when she had left the chair. She stood quietly at the back window leading to the yard and opened the curtains to look out. She tilted her head slightly, like a curious child, looking at the outside world without fear, making people feel the martial arts. The Zhou Clan will kill the God Seal of the Throne in the night and ask the Devil Ao Ninth Heaven to abandon the youngest. The throne of the Indian throne is the strongest, and the world is the strongest to abandon the royal family of Shaozhou and Zhou to a mentally abnormal abnormal feeling-dementia, madness, neuroticism, an evil substance that does not exist normal morality and social thinking and cannot be convicted. The decoration surrounding her was swept away by the bullets, which added a strange atmosphere to her back.

It seemed that she had been standing there for some time. The bullets could break the window at any time and directly attack her, but the enemy in the courtyard did not immediately attack the place without burning the novel.

It was at this time that Miyaki came in from the main entrance, and Zhenjiang turned to look at her. The two's eyes collided together and staggered before flashing sparks. I can't help scratching my cheek, even in this battle that is ready to go, I can still feel the martial arts, the king of heaven, the holy king, the sacred king, the night kill, the **** throne, the throne, the begging, the world, the strongest, and the royal family will give up The Throne of Gods and Gods, the Destiny of the Nine Heavens, the strongest abandonment of the young Zhou Dynasty, the martial Qiankun will kill the gods, the Throne of Gods, the Gods of the Nine Heavens, the strongest abandonment of the young, Zhou Dynasty, the gods Jiu Chongtian is the strongest to abandon the incompatibility between the young royal family and the two. Although it cannot be described as "provocative" or "opposite," the feeling is really complicated. It made me feel embarrassed and wanted to lift my legs and escape the sight of the two.

The aura filled between the two seemed to somewhat weaken the stalemate of tension.

Alice finally got rid of the rigidity caused by the fright, and made a slight whine. Engels rolled over her back with a lingering fear, slowly sitting upright. He cast a nervous and puzzled look at me, but I couldn't see the situation in the yard at all, and there was no way to answer why the battle stopped suddenly.

Miyaki walked to the back door seemingly without warning, his movements stopped abruptly, turned his head and said to us:

"The enemy left."

"Leave?" Engels looked at me, "What the hell?"

But in a blink of an eye, I understood why, and could not help but utter "ah". In Engels' frown, I spoke my guess and they went back to call for reinforcements.

"The first attack was just spying. They already got the intelligence they wanted." I said worriedly: "I believe there will be more soldiers around here soon, even if we leave, but those people should not have burned just now. Fiction Net completely evacuated. Under their surveillance, it is no longer safe to burn the Fiction Net anywhere in this street. "

"How could such a thing happen. Wasn't there anything that didn't happen in the past? How could it be exposed suddenly?" Engels had also understood the seriousness of the matter and unwillingly thrashed it **** the ground. He raised his eyes and said suspiciously: "Isn't it possible that the previous explosion was made by Jung and the little girl? They missed or betrayed us. No, this kind of action takes place without discussion. He ’s rash and does n’t think like what the man would do. If he does that, it must be purposeful, have we been exploited? He betrayed us hatefully ”

Alice looked at us blankly.

"Mr. Engels, calm down." I interrupted Engels' suspicion.

Although it is true that Jung may indeed take actions without the consent of others in the team in order to achieve a certain purpose, but from the perspective of substitution, I cannot confirm the existence of that purpose. This also means that even if that purpose exists, it is also a sudden accident. In the event of an accident, Jung, as the captain, has the right to retain accountability afterwards and take the right to take targeted actions, even if that action will cause a series of chain reactions, and even the rest of the team will be affected.

However, since you agree with the opponent as the captain, you must maintain confidence in his judgment, even for me as the deputy captain.

"I'm calm, but now it's like this, and I can say it doesn't matter, Mr. Jung, will you support you even if you live with this life?" Engels yelled in anger.

"Like you said, what else can you do if you don't trust him? Can you rush out alone and kill everyone by any means?" I think my emotions are still very stable, but I also notice a slight tone Heavier, so he said slowly, "Wait another five minutes--"

As I said, I carefully leaned my head toward the main entrance to observe the situation on the street. What I saw was quiet, and even half of the figures didn't burn the fiction net. I don't know whether it was hiding home or during the battle, all the residents were summoned by the giant cross of Mary Jones.

At this time, the previously drastic climate returned to normal, the rain curtain fell vertically, and the sky was once again covered by gray mist.

"Now, what's going on now?" In a silence, Alice's voice trembled. "It's not safe here, what are we doing here?"

"That's right." Engels followed her words with a "hey" sound and stood on his knees. "Young man, I know you believe your captain, but I don't want to put my old life here. To be honest, that Mr. Jung is smart and capable, and anyone can feel it at first glance. However, I smelled a taste on him from the beginning. I have never fought with someone who has this taste Less communication, should I say good or bad? No, they have their own principles, as well as judgment and action based on principles, which is much more terrible than the brainwashed guys. Especially when they do n’t understand that his principles are Before anything, the idea was simply unpredictable. "

"Then? What do you want to say?" I asked indifferently, what he said and his thoughts at this time, of course I understand, but I also have my own ideas about the way Jung is treated.

"What I want to say is, do you really understand that Mr. Jung?" Engels tapped his butt, revealing a greasy smile. "All his actions are not entirely based on the team's laws and regulations. It ’s an unbearable thing for people who act according to the rules. I think his evaluation in the department must not be too good, but he does have talents, so I ca n’t give it up. I originally thought that you The fact that the people of these intelligence bureaus will come to this town is really a confusing thing. However, since your purpose is what is happening now, then the people above must have collected relevant information, which is a vicious development. There must be some consideration. I have been observing your team composition, combat capabilities, and how to respond to developments. Now, it can be determined— "

The old man spread his hands and said in a mocking tone: "Are you all castaways who ask for directions?"

A disdainful sigh came immediately after his words fell.

"Huh, it's wordy."

Engels looked at where the voice came from, and when he looked at Zhenjiang, he frowned. He didn't know the strength of Zhenjiang in person, and she was a part-time joiner, so this time he will pretend to have such a blind face.

"Let us break through, Mr. Crow," Engels said with a serious expression, staring at me and saying, "No matter what the reason is, this is the case. But even if Jung is not there, Mr. Crow has the strength to lead us. It ’s dangerous outside, but if you do n’t do something and get caught in the urn, no netizens would be willing here. Mr. Crow is still so young, do n’t you want to do something? Even if you fail, you can leave us and escape "

Engels' sudden change of attitude and tone made Alice show a confused expression, but the other party's last words obviously aroused her mind, so she also stared at me with a hint of pleading. These two people seem to have concluded that I am currently the principal in this room.

However, although Engels made a judgment on Jung's behavior, he obviously didn't know me. To a large extent, Jung and I are a class of people. Self-confident and stubborn. I think it's too small to look at people because I can take advantage of the cheaper age.

Of course, what he said, I certainly could not have considered it without Ranwen Fiction Net. It was precisely because of similar conjectures that I would stick to my own judgment now.

As the old saying goes, I believe Jung ’s judgment and actions when unexpected. He is not a fool, so he will consider that without our help, we can't use the power of the magic pattern. Only with the "Miao Fa Lian Hua" and the bullet I handed to him. When the enemy ’s blockade is torn back to reality, there is not even a 1 in 10,000 chance to burn the novel.

Moreover, the previous explosion was really as we thought, and it was unlikely to be possible by Jung alone, and Dorothy was likely to be with him. The two teamed up to cause such a big change under the power of critical weapons.

"Two minutes left." I dropped this sentence and ignored Engels, lowered my head, and grabbed the special bullet "Miao Falian Hua" hidden in my pocket.

Engels' movement froze for a moment, and made an eager voice. When he wanted to say something, the yard plopped twice.

Engels and Alice's bodies tightened at once. The body Alice was trying to get up to crawl again immediately, while Engels was pale, staring at the wall with his lips tightly, as if he could penetrate the strong thing to see behind.

However, it is obviously not an enemy, because neither Zhen Jiang nor Saki Ye has acted excessively. When the sound of stepping on standing water in the yard rang, Engels also discovered this, but still asked with a knotted tongue: "Who? Jung? Little girl?"

The figure turned in from the back door, and Engels could see clearly the two people's appearance. His shoulders suddenly slackened, and he seemed to be unsteady even with his feet. Alice seemed to be pouring great power from her body, and she jumped from the ground at once, exhaling with joy.

"Mr. Jung, Dorothy."

The comers are indeed the two people we talked about before. Their black robes are very broken, and they obviously experienced a fierce battle.

"You are still here," Dorothy said, looking around the crowd.

"Trouble you." Jung looked at me calmly, seemingly aware of the dispute that had taken place in the previous room.

"The first wave of temptation just passed, the escaped ..." I was interrupted before he finished.

"It has been solved by Dorothy and I ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jung said without a trace of emotion," We will leave here immediately. "

Although I really wanted to ask what happened, but now is not the time to tell the details, we took off the black robe hanging by the fireplace and put it on again. This temporary disguise may not be useful at all, but before it is confirmed, it can at least give people some comfort. We went directly out of the yard through the wall and entered the tunnel between the two houses. The exit on the right leads to the street, and the left side is sprinkled with blood. The red stagnant water flows straight along the drainage channel. The rich **** smell makes the heavy rain too late to wash away.

The distorted body, the limbs separated from the trunk, the rolling head, the internal organs scattered around, the disgusting scene of Shura has been spreading forward along the aisle, and the wall has been peeled and collapsed along the route. Engels' face was paler, and Alice suddenly covered her mouth and turned to vomit at the root of the wall.

Miyaki was also a little uncomfortable, but although I pretended not to be natural, either psychologically or physiologically, I did n’t feel anything about this kind of scene.

Despite the terrible appearance on the battlefield, unexpectedly, I in the room didn't hear the sound of battle at all. Under what circumstances can so many soldiers and plain clothes be killed silently?