Every strand in the biochemical poisonous mist is like a thread, penetrating into the skin in various ways.
This poisonous mist is not a biological and chemical weapon found in China.
There was almost no light in the white tower, and the poisonous mist gathered the most on the first floor. Meng Fu's breathing was so shallow that he couldn't breathe. All the sounds and lights in front of him turned into pictures one after another.
She made a prompt decision, pulled out a golden needle from her wrist, and inserted it directly into an acupuncture point.
Her eyes regained some clarity, she kicked away the obstacles blocking her way and walked straight up.
Without changing his expression, he took out a golden needle and inserted it into his arm again.
upstairs.
The console is the place that Guan Shuxian is most familiar with. He and Dean Li have been here several times before and know the equipment here best.
As soon as I looked up, I saw the intricate algorithms on the central supercomputer.
The concentration of poisonous mist on the fifth floor was not high, but the blue mist in the console was dense to a certain extent. Guan Shuxian almost relied on instinctive algorithms to find the three wires. .
He pushed open the heavy control room door, climbed onto the steps, and tore out the first control wire.
Everything in front of him seemed to have turned into an illusion. Guan Shuxian exhaled and his face turned red. He grabbed the edge railing of the instrument with both hands and pushed his whole body into it.
The second wire was pulled off, and there was a "bang" and sparks flew everywhere.
The fog was so thick that it squeezed his chest. Guan Shuxian could feel that his skin seemed to be torn inch by inch. His eyelids were heavy. He seemed to be able to feel the calmness when facing death. The space seemed to be shattered. It has become countless pieces, and everything in front of me is nothing.
His fingers curled up, his skin had been squeezed out by the biochemical mist, and blood fell to the ground along his fingertips.
Everything in Guan Shuxian's sight was broken into pieces, his eyes were blurred, and the space was distorted into an arc in front of him.
Guan Shu climbed up with his hands and hit the last green line, "Ahem..."
He coughed violently, and he could hear the sound of blood in his throat. The moment he touched the green line, his whole body seemed to be dragged into an infinite illusion.
He seemed to be able to see the scene where Xia Yihang pushed him into the abyss in the same desperate situation.
No one believed him because Xia Yihang was known as a modest gentleman.
Xia Yihang was his most trusted partner at the time, and they had worked together for 20 years.
Finally, the person he trusted the most personally taught him not to trust anyone.
Others appeared in the fantasy.
Dean Li, who helped him grow up, told him that this was the spring of hope.
A partner who had only been with him for a few days trusted his words that seemed ridiculous to others.
In the end, she was fixed on Meng Fu's dark eyes. She had no expression and only asked him almost calmly -
"I need you to turn off the controls. After I send them down, I will come up and take you out."
"May I?"
Meng Fu seemed to think that he would turn off the main control.
Her eyes were so bewitching.
"After I send them down, they will come up and take you out."
"I hope so," Guan Shuxian, holding the last thread in his hand, almost sneered with the taste of rust in his mouth, "It is actually a very ridiculous thing to put your life in the hands of others."
He pulled off the last thread, and there was a "pop" and sparks flew out.
The countdown ends.
"boom-"
Guan Shuxian's fingers lost their strength, and he was thrown to the ground with great force. All he could see was almost only a little light, and the surrounding air pressure continued to compress his chest.
When his health reached a critical point and his body couldn't feel any pain, Guan Shuxian climbed out of the console.
He held his fingers on the floor tiles, and when his consciousness reached the critical point, he saw a white shadow coming out of the passage.
The opponent's hands were already stained red by the squeezed blood.
When he was picked up by the other party, Guan Shuxian could hear the gurgling sound of blood in his throat. He seemed to want to laugh, but his expression was complicated. "Meng Fu, you are such a strange person."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
The other party didn't answer from beginning to end? Guan Shuxian didn't know whether she didn't want to answer or simply didn't have the extra energy to speak.
He could only feel his gradually blurring consciousness.
"boom-"
Once again the barricades were kicked down.
A large piece of light shone in front of the dim eyes.
Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan, who had recovered somewhat outside the door, came to the first floor to help Meng Fu get out of Guan Shuxian.
Meng Xun also recovered, leaning against a sand dune outside the door, panting vigorously. She looked at Meng Fu, wiped the blood from her mouth, and said calmly: "If you don't come out, I will go up and look for you." is you."
Guan Shuxian was leaning against the pillar. He was stabbed by Meng Fu on the way.
Although he has no strength, his consciousness is slowly recovering, and his eyes can see the slightly distorted vision clearly.
Meng Fu gave herself another injection to keep herself awake. She came to the White Tower twice and was overloaded with her hands again. Her body almost reached its limit. She sat in the corner, her hair mixed with blood and sweat sticking to her face, and she recovered. Body Function.
Guan Shuxian watched as she inserted another golden needle into her body and submerged it completely.
He turned his eyes to Xia Yihang, who was a little far away from them. This time, there was no such disgust in Guan Shuxian's eyes, but the calm after the storm. He seemed a little relaxed, "I pulled out three wires."
"Well done," Meng Fu glanced at him, "Our next goal is to find a cover."
"Take a sip." Yang Zhaolin found a bottle of mineral water from somewhere, unscrewed it and handed it to Guan Shuxian.
Guan Shuxian knew that he swallowed the water mixed with blood.
Guan Shuxian looked up at the dazzling sun above his head, and after a long while, he smiled easily.
This is actually not a very good era.
Materialistic desires, shallow knowledge, impetuousness, cunning, hypocrisy, unbearable.
A long time later, Guan Shuxian was still extremely firm on this point. You don’t have to believe anything in this world—
But, you can always trust Meng Fu.
**
After leaving the interior of the White Tower, the surroundings were still full of dangers.
After Meng Fu finished repairing, he turned to the White Tower and asked Guan Shuxian, "How many people were originally stationed here?"
"363." Guan Shuxian coughed, raised his head, and said softly.
Yang Zhaolin was originally smiling after a disaster. When he heard the conversation between Guan Shuxian and Meng Fu, the smile on his lips subsided little by little. Thinking about it, the road there was unusually quiet, with only a few staff members.
In the current situation, all 363 people should be gone.
Meng Fu remembered what Galton had said to her before.
Something wasn't right with the algorithm, he said.
Meng Fu asked Dean Li, and Dean Li said that he was studying space factories. According to his algorithms, if space factories were used to synthesize medical equipment, the algorithm would make sense.
But now—
The thruster base was turned into a large biological and chemical weapon.
She looked at Guan Shuxian: "There is something wrong with the algorithm, and the contract is wrong. What you are researching is not propellers at all, but nuclear weapons, and biochemical weapons."
Guan Shuxian looked at Meng Fu calmly and pursed his lips. His smile was a little cold but firm, "Dean Li is not such a person."
Meng Fu said nothing.
She actually didn't believe it either.
Not far away, Xia Yihang also heard the conversation between the two. His face turned pale: "We can't escape, we can't escape... We are abandoned sons... abandoned sons... "
"This should be classified as a heavily polluted area," Guan Shuxian regained some energy and talked to others about science. "Our communicator can't contact the outside world, so we can only save ourselves. Junior Brother Yang, go find a car that can be driven around. , we tried our best to leave the search circle."
Yang Zhaolin grew up in the capital, and he never encountered such a thing even when he went to study abroad.
But he was determined, and before Guan Shuxian spoke, he surveyed the surroundings.
In addition to cars, there are also helicopters around the base.
After hearing Guan Shuxian's words, he went directly to bring the large modified car over.
It brought up a burst of dust.
Yang Zhaolin opened the car door and looked at Meng Fu, "How are you? Can you leave? I'll carry you."
He, Jin Zhiyuan and Xia Yihang did not receive as much poisonous fog as Meng Fu and Guan Shuxian, and they could still maintain normal activities.
Guan Shuxian could hardly move.
Meng Fu has been treating Mrs. Yang and Yang Lai for the past few days, and his body is already weak. Now he is holding on and looks no better than Guan Shuxian.
The group got into the car and found a safe location according to Meng Fu's instructions.
Xia Yihang's group also drove a car in silence and followed Meng Fu and the others.
The ground shook.
A large modified car drove up from behind.
Meng Fu was sitting in the back. She turned her head and looked back. She could see that the giant modified car was still far away from them.
The ammunition smell was very strong.
Meng Fu raised his eyes and made a decisive decision: "Jump out of the car!"
Everyone in the car trusted her immensely. As soon as she heard that she wanted to jump out of the car, Yang Zhaolin unlocked the car.
Five people in the car jumped out.
Behind, Xia Yihang and the other six people slowed down a beat, and only three people jumped down—
"Boom—"
Before the three people could jump out, the two cars exploded instantly and were engulfed in flames.
A person who had just jumped out of the car was engulfed in flames, and his body consciousness and even pain disappeared.
Xia Yihang and others retreated to Meng Fu's side. This group of people who usually worked in the laboratory died head-on for the first time.
This kind of class war, whether it is a literary fight or a conspiracy, is cruel beyond their imagination.
Yang Zhaolin wanted to flee on Meng Fu's back, but Meng Fu refused.
"The shortest range of that armored vehicle is one thousand meters away. They will not get closer." Meng Fu raised his head. She looked at the horizon. Her face was pale and bloodless. She only pushed her hair behind her ears. "Find someone to protect you." They drop the bombs, and if we wait a little longer, someone will come to pick us up.”
Out of eleven people, only eight are left now.
Help each other to go to the hill in front.
According to the position commanded by Meng Fu, avoid stray bullets.
"Boom—"
There was another sound, and a sinkhole exploded one meter away from them, and all eight people were hit by the aftermath.
Guan Shuxian fell to the ground, his handsome face covered with sand. He leaned against the sand dune, spit out a mouthful of blood, and moved the corners of his mouth, "Will someone really come..."
This place is full of dangers, the toxins in the White Tower are very strong, and the time bomb is an uncertain factor.
Is there anyone who would like to live here for a long time
"Yes," Meng Fu's eyes were dim but his voice was very determined, "Let's go to the stone bricks in front."
She let go of Meng Xun's hand holding her, took out two golden needles from her pocket, and led the others to hide behind the rocks. The two golden needles shot through the air and collided with two flying stray bullets.
"Boom—"
As the stray bullet exploded in the air, Meng Fu spit out a mouthful of blood.
It was then—
The armored vehicle that stopped not far away did not continue to attack. Instead, a man got out and moved slowly towards them in the vehicle.
Meng Fu leaned against Meng Xun, his face still very pale, "I'm just here to confirm whether we have killed anyone on the list."
"Hunting list?" Guan Shuxian and others were stunned.
Meng Fu didn't explain any more, but still looked at the car.
The kill list is a bounty list in the rebel organization. If you kill a person on the kill list, even if it is NO. 100, they can get a lot of internal merit and money.
It was extremely ridiculous for Meng Fu and the others to escape from the White Tower. She had just changed the traces of stray bullets. Of course, the people in these rebel organizations suspected that there were people on the killing list.
The car is getting closer.
Meng Fu's eyes were actually blurry.
"Sister—" This was Meng Xun's voice, and Meng Fu could feel the hot tears flowing down the back of his hands.
"Ah Xun, I'm a little tired." Meng Fu smiled. She coughed twice, but her voice was weak.
Meng Xun hugged Meng Fu and shook her head with blurred eyes. She regretted it.
She shouldn't bring Meng Fu in again.
She shouldn't think that Meng Fu can still do what she likes without any grudges as before.
Meng Fu raised her head, and the sight in front of her seemed to be distorted to another dimension of parallel space. All consciousness turned into a shadow, and exploded with a "bang", all exploding in her mind.
It was then that the wind seemed to blow overhead.
It's a helicopter.
Meng Xun, she saw someone parting the evening curtain and walking towards her. He was wearing a black sweater, and his whole figure looked like thick black fog.
For the first time, Meng Xun felt at ease seeing someone other than Meng Fu, "Mr. Su."
Behind him, the car that was driving slowly also stopped.
Su Cheng stood a few steps away from Meng Xun. He reached out and took the person from Meng Xun's hand. Meng Fu also liked to wear white recently. In order to make it easier to move and escape, she took off her coat, and the white sweater underneath was stained. Blood.
There were faint traces of blood.
behind him.
The car stopped and three men in black clothes got out. The black clothes had a white scorpion tattooed on them, which is the symbol of the rebel organization.
Xia Yihang fell to the ground, his face pale, "It's, it's them, the rebel organization, let's get on the helicopter quickly..."
Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan had never heard of the rebel organization.
But Xia Yihang and Guan Shuxian knew that, and Guan Shuxian's eyes showed fear. He quickly explained to Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan, "Everyone in the rebel organization is good at assassination. Dean Li has been avoiding them for more than ten years." Without leaving the capital, even the special forces have no chance of winning against them unless they are from the Federation. Let’s leave quickly... "
Meng Xun looked at Su Cheng and said calmly: "Mr. Su, can you leave?"
Su Cheng didn't say anything, but turned around expressionlessly. He held Meng Fu with one hand, turned around, and raised his other hand. No one could see clearly what he did.
The cold bullet passed through the eyebrow of the person on the left of the three people.
"boom-"
The man fell.
Su Cheng remained expressionless, his dark eyes almost turning into inorganic indifference.
Meng Xun was startled, "Mr. Su—"
Su Cheng tilted his head and looked at Meng Xun, making Meng Xun's remaining words stuck in his throat. The cold eyes made Meng Xun's hair stand on end.
Although the Su Cheng that Meng Xun met was cold, he was also humble and polite.
For the first time, Meng Xun thought he was crazy.
Su Cheng withdrew his gaze.
"boom-"
Another sound.
The man on the right falls down.
He only left the person in the middle. The person in the middle wanted to take action and issue orders, but found that his body could not move at all. He looked at Su Cheng with horrified eyes, "You dare... dare to take action against us? "
Su Cheng took off his coat and covered Meng Fu.
Then he raised his head and looked at the person in the middle. The coldness in his eyes almost turned into substance, but his voice was calm: "Do you think I dare?"
The person in the middle had some doubts in his eyes.
Su Cheng only raised his hand, which was still slender with smooth joints and stained with some blood. He made a command gesture.
The surrounding air seemed to be condensed.
Not far away, a few rays of light seemed to break through the clouds, and finally turned into stray bullets, mixed with wind and sand, and flew towards the giant modified car one thousand meters behind like wild beasts.
The sky breaks.
The ground was shaking, and the sand on the ground was rolling and breaking.
Yang Zhaolin and others could hardly stand still, and some people had already fallen to the ground.
Then Su Cheng took back his hand.
"boom-"
The giant modified car turned into a burst of fire, almost disappearing into the sky.
Su Cheng's expression remained indifferent. He retracted his hand, hugged Meng Fu with both hands, lowered his head and looked at the man in the middle, "You know now."