Fortunately, Xia Yihui is not fighting alone, he also has a great companion to help.
As soon as the heat came up behind him, a force majeure pushed him to the side.
The ball of aluminum hot solution wiped past him in one piece, and smashed hard on the window sill of the teaching building, scalding a huge hole all at once.
Before Xia Yihui had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his whole body soaring into the air, somersaulting and flying out of the big hole.
"Ah!" He screamed subconsciously, and immediately realized that Zhang Qingyu was helping him escape.
Obviously, they underestimated the group of forces formed by Xin Zhu.
Although this group of people's IQ is not high, but their rare abilities are outstanding, and the skills they have acquired are all combat-type skills. Coupled with the matching weapons and tacit cooperation, it is really difficult to resist.
That being the case, the only option is to run away.
But the current situation does not allow them to waste a lot of time here to catch up, and after comprehensive consideration, they can only make this bad plan.
Xia understood the truth all the time, but he escaped, what should Zhang Qingyu, who died for him, do
Xia Yihui half-turned his body in the air, as if there was a huge transparent feather dragging under him, gently lowering him down.
At the end of his line of sight, Zhang Qingyu leaned half his body out of the window, with his arms stretched downwards, trying to control him not to fall directly.
The dissolved aluminum emitted huge heat, Zhang Qingyu's whole body was wrapped in the heat, and his eye sockets were reddened by the scorching heat, even so, all his mind was still tied to Xia Yihui.
When the two looked at each other, Xia Yihui was shocked suddenly, and suddenly saw another figure overlapping Zhang Qingyu.
The surrounding environment was obviously still a copy of the campus, but Xia Yihui suddenly saw a different scene.
In the huge laboratory, Zhang Qingyu, who looked like he was only in his teens, pushed him down hard in the nutrition cabin.
Attached to the side of the cabin is an instrument for freezing the body and brain.
A white-haired and white-browed boy rushed in from outside the door. As soon as he came in, he knelt down and hugged Zhang Qingyu's thigh, crying bitterly, and refused to let him press the confirmation button.
"Even if Brother Xia pays his life, isn't city S full of crawling species?! It's pointless for you to freeze Brother Xia!"
"Zhang Qingyu, I beg you, don't freeze brother Xia, please spare him!"
"If you dare to touch him, I swear, I will immediately hack the United Nations network. If a missile comes down, no one will live!!!"
The young man's shrill screams echoed in the laboratory, and the sound of desperate crying made people sad.
The memory stops here.
Xia Yi knew this young man.
Xia Yi went to the research institute at the age of 16, and met Experimental No. 1, who was only 6 years old at the time, that is, this boy.
The experimental subjects who have not passed the drug testing process have no names and can only be called by code names.
Xia Yihui kept calling him No. 1 for more than ten years. It can be said that it is he who has brought the No. 1 up by hand.
At the age of 26, he took over the new experimental project, and the 16-year-old No. 1 was also transferred to other projects. He never saw the boy again.
But what is going on with these scenes now
How did No. 1 appear in his laboratory
Why did Zhang Qingyu freeze him
Missile... Those people said before that a missile was dropped in city s, so it must have something to do with it, right
A little more terrifying. These should be the scenes in his memory, why did he have no impression? !
Xia Yihui struggled to raise his face, wanting to question Zhang Qingyu, but before he could make a sound, he turned around and was thrown directly into other floors.
Zhang Qingyu withdrew his hand and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Xia Yihui was safe.
The temperature under his hand was extremely hot, Zhang Qingyu raised his hand, and as expected, a scorched black mark appeared on the palm of his hand.
He was in a hurry to help Xia get out of trouble just now, but he didn't feel the pain in his palm at all. At this moment, he let go of the tense things in his heart, and only then did he feel the tingling pain in his palms.
Zhang Qingyu turned around slowly, and looked coldly at the crowd who surrounded him.
"You can't run away!" The man with the scar clenched his fists, looking at Zhang Qingyu's watch, the greedy desire in his eyes was almost ready to come out.
Zhang Qingyu snorted coldly, turned around and ran on the road that Xia Yihui used 200 hours to change before.
Huya and everyone quickly caught up.
"Beep-beep-"
The man with the scar stopped in his tracks, signaling his subordinates to stop.
Not angry at being interrupted at all, he respectfully took out a small and simple machine, fiddled with his fingers a few times, and there was a melodious music from inside.
It is an unknown folk tune from Italy, the sound of the drum organ is melodious, and the tune is melodious.
After about 15 seconds, the tune ends. A thin young man's voice came from the crude machine.
"How did the things I told you go?"
The man with the scar seemed to be a little afraid of this young man, and said: "Boss Xin Zhu, it's already done. The two of them have been separated now, and they are still in the No. 1 teaching building. They should take the initiative to go to the principal's office soon. Boss, don't worry, we will try our best to help you intercept Zhang Qingyu, and we will give you enough time."
Xin Zhu: "Tell me exactly what you did just now."
The man with the scar: "We injured Zhang Qingyu!"
Xin Zhu raised his voice a little bit, and seemed to be very happy, "Well... well done. What else?"
what else? The man with the scar thought for a while, and replied with some uncertainty: "Boss, there are no more."
"Nonsense!" Xin Zhu's voice turned sullen, "Where's Brother Xia? Isn't he with you?"
The man with the scar was startled by the voice, and it took him a long time to realize that 'Brother Xia' should refer to Xia Yihui.
What's happening here? Could it be that Xia Yi got to know his boss? Otherwise, why is the boss so familiar
Thinking of the 200 hours he snatched, the blood of the man with the scar turned cold. Greed is not enough to swallow like a snake, at this moment he only feels a pang of regret, wishing to slap himself a few times.
Damn it! For those 200 hours, he is almost dying now!
"Xia, he gave me 200 hours." After that, the man with the scar added luckily, "Boss, it's not my fault, he did it voluntarily!"
"Oh... voluntary?" There was a thin laughter from the simple instrument, the darkness was stagnant, like the calm before the storm, frighteningly tense.
Everyone in Huya listening was chilling all over, not to mention the big man holding the source of the sound in his hand.
He swallowed, looked nervously at the instrument in his hand, and motioned for other subordinates to hold it for him.
Xin Zhu's interested voice came from the instrument, "Are you afraid of me? Why do you want other people to hold it for you?"
"Boss, how do you know... ah! You are in the surveillance room!" The man with the scar reacted violently.
"I'm not in the monitoring room, I'm in the principal's office to greet Brother Xia..."
Just as the man with the scar breathed a sigh of relief, the voice of a hellish ghost came out from the instrument again.
"However, I just hacked the school's surveillance system by the way. Your every move can't escape my eyes. Hehe..."
The man with the scar: "...!" Cold sweat ran down his forehead, and he felt that what he was holding was not a small summons machine, but a ticking time bomb.
Xin Zhu laughed coldly, and his voice came out through the instrument.
"Listen everyone, you will all be rewarded for killing this person who dares to threaten Brother Xia. Also, the 200 hours must be sent back to me in full, not a single second less!"
As soon as the words fell, the man with the scar shook his fingers, and the crude instrument fell to the ground. He wanted to bend down to pick it up, but suddenly his whole body felt cold.
Looking at the malicious eyes of his subordinates, the man with the scar was trembling in his calves. He took two steps back and asked stammeringly, "You, what do you want to do?!"
The subordinates exchanged glances with each other, greedy smiles bloomed from their faces, and slowly surrounded them.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A scream was heard in the distance. Players with unknown reasons shook their heads and whispered to each other.
"Huya is slaughtering people again. Have you heard? Teaching Building No. 1 is now Huya's base, and all irrelevant people will be wiped out by their boss Xin Zhu without exception."
"Huh? But when the fourth model started, didn't the person on the radio ask No.7 Xia Yihui to come too?"
"My mother, Xia Yihui is the No. 7 boss in the rankings, and there is a No. 1 Zhang Dashen to escort him. Are you better than him? He is playing simulation management And solving puzzles, what about us? We are a death escape! Oh, stop talking, hurry up and run."