The explosion was heard by many people.
Especially the people around the place where the incident occurred felt the obvious tremors, and those who were close suffered losses.
Hodge's expression froze. It was obvious that he saw the scene through the camera without the transmission of the sound signal, but the deafening sound like the death horn seemed to be happening right in front of him.
He was dazzled and tinnitused by the shock, dizzy, and his internal organs were in pain.
He saw Brett go in with his own eyes, saw flames and black smoke from the windows from top to bottom of the building, and saw the whole building collapse into ruins in the blink of an eye.
He clearly realized what happened, but he doubted it over and over again.
No, it's impossible!
Maybe Brett didn't go in, just a man with a similar back.
Perhaps this is not a real-time monitoring picture, someone made a fake video to deceive his eyes.
Perhaps Brett had sensed the anomaly and escaped successfully, and was not buried under the pile of ruins...
However, repeated checks still showed a normal picture, one by one contacting him, and the sympathetic and regretful expressions of the people around him, all telling him:
This is real.
Hodge nearly lost his mind.
With the last sliver of luck, he rushed to the scene of the incident. The ruins were larger and more terrifying than the ones under the camera. The power of the explosion could be seen from the flying boulders and cement and the broken steel bars.
The scene is undergoing emergency treatment, and the relevant personnel are carrying out their work step by step, including firefighting, radiation and toxin detection, search and rescue, evacuation, and blocking unrelated people from approaching...
Hodge had never felt that being organized would make him so angry. The man's life and death were unknown, but they just regarded it as a task, a kind of work, and cast cold eyes and indifference without showing a trace of anxiety or empathy. This is no different from completing a proposal and selling a case of drinks.
They just have to work hard under the pressure of the nobles in the inner city. Even if they know that they are doing useless work, they still have to do their best, work hard, and have an explanation to their superiors.
No one believed that anyone could have survived an explosion like that.
The search and rescue team released sniffer mice, search and rescue dogs, and various instruments to search for the wreckage of the building. The instruments made beeping sounds. They were refreshed and immediately dug up. They reported to their superiors and found a mutilated corpse. To be precise, it's not a corpse, it's a corpse.
"It's not him." With a pale face, Hodge used an instrument to test the genes of the excavated corpse.
In just a dozen hours, Hodge's heart experienced countless processes of life and death.
He panicked if there was no news, and even more panicked when there was news. Every time he dug out a broken piece of meat, his heart would lift up, as if it was fried in oil, and it hurt.
He personally identified them one by one, rejoicing every time.
Fortunately, it's not him...
Relatively complete corpses are sometimes dug out of the ruins, and autopsies show that they died before the explosion and experienced violent fighting during their lifetime.
This indicates some kind of ominousness. When the explosion occurred, Brett went deep into the enemy camp and fought with them. Can he detect the anomaly in time and escape to heaven
Some people advised him directly or tactfully: "It's just a slave. There's no need to hurt your body for him. Anyway, you have his DNA, so make another copy." "No. 199 is indeed very valuable. I'm going to release a special issue..." "No matter how worried you are, you don't have to stay at the scene, just let your subordinates watch."
No, he only wanted Brett who would love him, hate him, love him and punish him. They had just made up their minds with each other, why did they suddenly separate? Still so cruel, never to see the separation between heaven and man.
The chaotic voice made him feel unreal, and those invisible figures spun around him quickly, as if they were laughing, or screaming and crying. Hodge was dizzy for a while, and his body shook a little. He gave himself an injection, and those shadows disappeared, and he barely focused on it.
Hodge was never afraid of death, and he never believed in God.
No matter who is concerned, only enjoyment is important in the world, and other things are irrelevant.
There are both material and spiritual pleasures. He has eaten the most exquisite food, drank the most expensive wine, seen the most beautiful scenery, and got the best people. These enjoyments make him feel alive and meaningful.
Whether God exists or not, exists or does not exist, does not matter.
People live only for themselves and for their own enjoyment, and all the words about God are lies, the self-deception of the weak, and the tools of the strong to rule the world.
Sometimes everything in the world seems to be very bad, people hate each other, hate each other, when they suffer, they will turn to pleasure, go to smoke, go to drink, go to drugs, go to love, and the misery will pass , let them not think about those problems.
And when pleasure does not help them, they think of God. Crying, praying, converting, praying, hoping that there is an all-knowing, omnipotent, perfect God who will help them and save them from the sea of suffering.
But from that dreadful day on, he began to trust God.
He never believed in God, he didn't believe in goodness, and he thought that everyone didn't believe in it. Even if some people said that God was kind, it was just to deceive himself and others.
But from that day on, he firmly believed in the existence of God, and humbly prayed that God would have mercy on him, save him, and return his lover to him.
In the darkness, Brett closed his eyes tightly.
When he heard the weird ticking sound, he ran out directly. Fortunately, he ran in the direction where the load-bearing wall was. The solid wall withstood the violent impact and did not directly turn into fragments or powder. When it collapses, a honeycomb cavity is formed. And because the explosion destroyed the foundation, the whole ground sank a lot, and he was buried at the bottom. Generally speaking, survivors can survive in the cavity of collapsed buildings for more than two weeks. As long as the search and rescue are timely, they can be rescued completely.
Brett could hear the sound of someone moving more than ten meters above him. He calculated the time, and someone would find him in about two hours. He sighed, closed his eyes and rested his mind, he was not in a hurry at all, he was not injured, just had a headache, instead he needed a separate space to clear his mind.
Under the impact of the explosion, his head was hit, so he was in a coma for a while. When he woke up, he found that his head was not normal, and his life had been inadvertently wandered thousands of miles, which was enough for him to return to the world after retrieving the scriptures. Huaguo Mountain.
He fell in love with the enemy.
He fucked the enemy many times.
He also fell in love with his enemy.
Brett is not well.
After experiencing shock, aphasia, doubt, self-doubt, and repeated self-doubt, Bright decided to put the emotional matter aside, because it is like a virus folder that cannot be deleted or skipped. It doesn't work well, it crashes when it's running, and restarts when it crashes, so Brett had to lock it up first, isolate it, treat it as if it doesn't exist for the time being, and carefully bypass it to perform other tasks.
According to the existing clues, Brett has roughly deduced the ins and outs of the matter. It should be that after he had a relationship with Hodge for the first time, his brain was manipulated by Hodge, and he regarded the nobleman as his sweetheart, and the two lived a shameless life for a while.
He is very angry, and he should be angry too. Having his free will distorted and his body deliberately transformed (although it is mild compared to extreme transformation), this incident definitely touched his bottom line, just like the dragon's reverse scale, who Whoever touches it will die.
In addition to anger, there are other emotions, and it may be because of the existence of these emotions that his anger is not so obvious, as if it has been diluted. It’s like a bowl of bitter tea, and a cup of the same bitter drink mixed with sour, astringent, and even sweet. The bitterness of the first cup is more obvious. Although the taste of the second cup is strange, it doesn’t make people feel bitter.
On the other hand, Brett is very thankful that he has meticulously implemented the escape plan while loving Hodge, which is a blessing in misfortune. Although there was a deviation from the original plan, Bright still saw a positive side in it.
If Hodge hadn't intervened horizontally, I would have run away with the little guy without knowing anything about Hope's five senses, and I might have been caught and executed by the townspeople before running out of the city, which would be counted as escape. After a catastrophe, Brett lamented that fate is really wonderful.
Brett suppressed all kinds of complicated emotions, the most important thing now is to clarify the goal and formulate a new plan.
Because of helping the werewolf, the passage of the underground river was no longer available, so he had to find another way. At present, the most direct and effective way is to take Hodge as a hostage and knock on the gate of this ruined city.
Before that, he wanted revenge first.
Those that bombed him, those that deceived him, those that transformed him...he will get it all back!
Although the ideal is full, however...
A human voice was faintly heard above the head: "Finding the vital signs... It's a miracle... Hurry up and report to the superior..."
Brett's heart lifted, he had never been so hesitant before.
—It’s time to test your acting skills! Pretend you love him, it's easy, remember what you did to him before...
—NOOOOOOOOO! But I'm not ready at all! I really can't play this! This question is beyond the outline, I will not! !
Brett's expression gradually lost control.
He roared wildly in his heart: How should I face the slag! The scumbag who said "I love you" to me and whispered under me! Originally, I just wanted to beat him and kill him, but now I kind of want to fuck him! Is it time to kill again? Lied to him and dumped him severely, then tortured his heart and body, and finally killed him? But in this way, I am not a thing! I want to strangle myself for doing that.
The Trojan virus started to invade other folders, infecting normal data and programs.
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