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In Rand's original plan, he would take Munster down the drainage pipe on the roof, kick open the ventilation window in the dead corner of the eleventh floor, and climb directly down the garbage pipe until it falls into the garbage truck. If they had enough patience to get through the toughest hours of the day, they could escape from here in the dark after night.
Honestly it was a very rough plan, but time was running out and Rand really had no better idea.
He doesn't even know how those people got here [actually, this is a pan-population search operation without a specific target made by Deep White Biotechnology under the pressure of a crazy woman and high-level officials, they are just checking as much as possible All the possible locations around Kansas for the target—of course Rand didn't know this at this time] But after a few minutes, Rand realized that his plan was full of flaws.
He looked livid at the dark red rust in his hands, which he had pinched from the drain. It was only after he took a close look at the drainage pipe that he realized that it was an abandoned pipe left after the renovation, and those lazy workers seemed to forget to remove it after the project was completed, and it was exposed to the sun and rain for a long time. , the drain is as fragile as the chimney of a gingerbread house. Rand could even tear a large piece of brittle iron off it with ease.
"So I hate unfinished projects..."
Rand patted the rust on his trouser leg.
"I can hold you, Rand, and I can climb down, it's easy."
Munster stuck his head out of Rand's side with interest, and said. It looked particularly eager to try the rough wall. Rand frowned and was crawling on the wall by Munster at the height of the eleventh floor
The idea sucks in every way, but it certainly looks like Rand's only option right now.
"Okay, but—"
Rand couldn't help but looked downstairs, but this time, a van was parked just below where the garbage pipe was.
Several "men in black" jumped out of the car, while what appeared to be environmental sanitation workers wearing yellow coats was pushing the garbage truck under the garbage pipe to the curb.
Obviously, what Rand could think of... "Deep White" also thought of it.
Rand just wanted to curse God. It seems that there are still no angels standing by his side today. At this time, a member of "Poseidon" raised his head and looked at the roof inadvertently. .
"Damn!"
Rand jerked his head back, his heart pounding.
He didn't know if the man had seen him... He prayed not.
However, a broken sound was sent to his ears by the wind.
"I think... the top floor..."
"Are you sure? We..."
…
Rand doesn't know if his hearing is really good enough to hear the conversation below the eleventh floor, or if it's all a hallucination of his nervousness - but one thing is for sure, he and Munster The situation is very bad now.
A minute ago—
Fifty meters below Rand, the "Poseidon" who looked up kept his head up for a while, until his commander shifted his gaze from the garbage truck and landed on him.
"'Seahorse'! What the hell are you doing?"
He let out a stern scolding.
"Thorn Seahorse" blinked his eyes that were overflowing with tears from the stimulation of the sun, then turned his head to look at his superior.
"Report sir! I think there are suspicious people staying on the rooftop!"
"Suspicious person?" The officer's face became serious. "Are you sure? We searched the entire building, and according to the feedback, they have already checked the rooftop."
"Return to sir! I'm sure!"
The answer of "thorn seahorse" made the officer pick up the communicator again.
Immediately afterwards, the two "Poseidons" who had stayed on the rooftop quickly climbed up the stairs of the rooftop under the stern warning of the team leader. There were other members of the team behind them as support... Of course, all Everyone knows that the so-called "assistance" is just a nice word, this loom is a measure of mutual monitoring.
The two "Poseidon" team members who didn't expect to be lazy for a while would cause this situation to complain in their hearts... They didn't know that there were two people on the rooftop that would be worse than theirs.
Rand and Munster are now like mice cornered by cats, with almost nowhere to run.
Rand returned to the gate of the rooftop, leaning sideways to observe the stairs, listening to the approaching footsteps (he could tell from the number of footsteps), his breathing became increasingly louder. Heavily, the sun shining brightly on his skin made him feel a stinging sting after another.
What should he do
The enormous pressure almost broke Rand, he had been cornered, and those people... "Deep White" in black special forces uniforms with deformed merman logos were all armed.
It seemed that the only way out for Rand and Munster was to take it easy.
But Rand still had a voice in his heart that warned him sharply that if he, or Munster, was caught, there would be something very terrible waiting for him ahead. The fear and dazedness that had been forcibly suppressed by Rand in the depths of his heart swelled in his chest, and his body trembled.
Cornered—that's all he feels right now.
"Rand..."
A hoarse whisper sounded in Rand's ear, and the nervous Rand almost screamed because of it, but the owner of the voice, Munster, covered Rand's mouth before that.
Above its wet and cold claws, Rand's pupils opened in shock, turning into an extremely dark ring.
"There..."
Munster pointed to the top of the rooftop entrance.
There, brown iron frames fastened two huge, shiny stainless steel tanks to the top of the building.
Both tanks were over four meters in diameter and seven to eight meters high.
Obviously, as an eleven-story high-end brothel, its water tank should also have enough capacity.
Rand's pale face finally had a hint of blood.
He nodded silently towards Munster, then opened his arms towards it.
In the next second, his arms hooked Munster's shoulders, lying on its back, while the latter's palms and tails were attached to the wall, and swiftly crawled towards the water tank like a gecko.
"Da da da… "
The special footsteps made by the rubber sole of the military boots rubbing against the ground became more and more obvious.
The overly smooth surface of the stainless steel tank made Munster have some difficulties. The very slender barbs on the surface of its skin allowed it to ride flat on rough walls, but when faced with a smooth surface, it had to borrow other methods. way of climbing.
Its long hair began to lengthen, surging upward like a snake, before hooking the bulge on the edge of the tank.
With the help of these "hairs", Munster slowly climbed up with Rand on his back.
Rand slowed his breathing, fearing that his weight would put an extra load on Munster's (although, in fact, his weight was already challenging Munster's crawling), in such a Under these circumstances, neither he nor Munster could make a sound.
Rand is afraid that the intimacy of his sticking behind Munster will make Munster feel his heart beating - no matter what, Rand essentially wants to maintain himself in front of Munster. of calm.
He didn't want his attitude to make Munster feel any panic.
In the end, the only thing Rand could do was to put his face on the back of Munster's neck. The little monster's scales that kept a cool breath even in this situation calmed him down a little.
He listened to the conversations of the people below him, behind the gate of the rooftop.
"Report sir! The door lock has been opened!"
He heard someone talking.
His breathing stopped slightly.
At the same time, Munster had brought him to the top of the water tank, and it vigorously lifted the lid of the water tank - and the lid that had not been opened for a long time made a harsh "crunch-" sound at that moment.
…
"boom-"
Almost at the same time, the gate of the rooftop was kicked open.
The metal door slammed hard against the wall, then bounced back, the roar it made just hidden from the sound of the tank lid opening.
At this time, Rand and Munster gently slid into the cold, cold water against the wall of the water tank.
Out of the corner of the eye of a "Poseidon" team member, he caught a glimpse of a shadow on the ground.
It was the shadow cast by the water tank on the ground.
For a moment... He felt as if he saw the shadow shake.
He turned his head sharply—
The metal water tank stands quietly above the entrance, and the stainless steel surface reflects the figures of the group below. Of course, its reflections are distorted and blurred.
The only thing the "Poseidon" could see was a black shadow...and that shadow belonged to them.
"Hey guy?"
A player suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Pick up your gun," the other said.
As if waking up from a dream, the "Poseidon" conditioned reflexively picked up his gun, and then still conditioned reflexively, he scanned the rooftops with his eyes...
However, the entire rooftop was silent, and there were no figures other than them.
It looked like nothing but the hot, whitish concrete from the outskirts of Kansas sun.
"Who the fuck told me there were suspicious people here?"
The two team members who had been severely scolded for being lazy before spat out angrily.
The corner of "Thorn Seahorse"'s mouth twitched, and he reluctantly patrolled all the dead ends, but it was just like the discovery of his companions, let alone a person here, not even a single ant.
"Okay, martial law is lifted."
Their captain made a gesture.
All guns were put down.
"We need to search the downstairs part more carefully..."
After a few minutes, the players who had completely given up walked towards the door.
Except for the "thorn seahorse".
Standing on the open space on the rooftop, he frowned and looked at the water tank.
"Boss," he said suddenly, making everyone stop, "Do you think the water tank here can hide a person?"