"Huhu······"
The tiger claw that came straight through was like a cannonball out of the chamber, rubbing the entire surrounding air with a loud whistle. Lin Hu's body, which was as quiet as a bell, suddenly accelerated at this moment of accumulating power, and the air immediately spread. There was a strong wind, and his whole person was like a bow bent to a certain limit.
This time, the left foot that had stepped on the ground slammed into a hook, like an iron plowing the ground, and the right foot was replaced with a step. The tiger's claw like a sword suddenly accelerated in mid-air, originally 30 cm away from Jiang Minghao’s door The tiger's claw was less than two centimeters in an instant.
"inverted······"
As the strong wind blew his face, Jiang Minghao's head suddenly leaned back, and the wheelchair under him also leaned back with his body.
"puff······"
A burst of air suddenly exploded, and the energy generated out of thin air rubbed Jiang Minghao’s nose, like a sharp sword, hitting Jiang Minghao’s back, unexpectedly hitting the wall behind him like an entity, beating like a drum. Muffled!
"So strong!"
Wu Tian, who has always talked a lot, can only use these two simple and clear words to describe everything in front of him this time. He has seen Jiang Minghao punching. It seems that the two moves are not much different, but he has never seen Jiang. Ming Hao's boxing style is like Lin Hu's, capable of such astonishing power.
"hammer······"
Like a diamond smashing the vertebrae, Lin Hu turned from a drill to a hammer. The clenched tiger claw seemed to be a steel hammer, and it was hammered at Jiang Minghao’s chest again. The force of a punch was like gathering the weight of three mountains and five mountains Jiang Minghao looked at the fallen tiger claws, as if he really saw a hungry tiger rushing to eat. He stared at his eyes, staring at the tiger Lin who was about to take his life, as if waiting for the ultimatum from the god of death. .
"Receive..."
At this moment of life and death, the fallen tiger paw suddenly stopped on Jiang Minghao’s chest, less than one centimeter away from his clothes. Seeing Lin Hu suddenly regained his power, everyone squeezed Jiang Minghao. Sweating, at this moment, Lin Hu slowly stood up and said to the people around:
"I, Lin Hu, is also a grandmaster anyway, how can I bully a disabled person, even if I win or even kill him, what can I do? You should change someone!"
Jiang Minghao looked at the thin and tall young man, as if he could see the breath of a grandmaster from him. Not only did he reach the realm of exuding his internal power at a young age, he was able to control his fist and energy freely. This can be seen from this person. The depth of skill, the future attainments in martial arts is bound to be limitless.
Seeing Lin Hu stop, Wei Debing and Wu Tian immediately went to help Jiang Minghao who fell to the ground, but while helping him, Wei Debing and Wu Tian looked at each other, their eyes were full of vitality, and Jiang Minghao After Ming Hao got into the wheelchair, the two stood quietly. At this time, Wei Debing had already held a handsome Falcon Wing Saber in his hand, and Wu Tian had five more flying knives in his hand. It was the Falcon. The five flying knives passed to Jiang Minghao.
Looking at the various capable people in front of him, but all with special skills, Jiang Minghao knew that whether they were alone or swarming, they could completely kill himself and other partners, but Lin Hu and Liu Dadao's performance let Jiang Minghao know that these five people are also involuntary. If they don't remove the threat of bombs on them, no matter what they say, they will play the piano against the cows.
"What a Xingyiquan, then let my old man fight you." Long Zhiwen touched the blood that was about to dry up on his neck, gently put the corpse of Liu Dadao aside, and stood up with his body. Said.
Just as Lin Hu looked around and looked at Long Zhiwen, there was a clear sound of broken glass:
"boom······"
I saw in the corner of the roof, a black flying knife was inserted into it, like a goshawk firmly grasping the masonry above, the dark blade did not have a trace of light, as if it were a cold-blooded killer, and threw this one out. The flying knife was Wu Tian who had just taken advantage of Jiang Minghao's flying knife.
It turned out that Jiang Minghao had been looking for the camera with his perspective eyes. He knew that there were cameras, speakers and microphones in this room. This is why Zhao Ritian could know the situation of their battle anytime and anywhere, so he had to find them all, and then Let Zhao Ritian's surveillance become blind, dumb, and deaf.
But these did not save the lives of the five capable people on the opposite side. Zhao Ritian said very clearly that if they don’t kill each other all, they will detonate the bombs in their bodies and blow up their internal organs, just like a big sword. So, Jiang Minghao must let Zhao Ritian lose control of the bomb.
When Wei Debing and Wu Tian supported themselves, Jiang Minghao took the opportunity to tell Wu Tian and Wei Debing of his plan in the form of Morse code, so their eyes were full of vitality and hope.
This room was full of weird atmosphere, especially when Jiang Minghao entered the room, he had already scanned the room with his perspective eyes, but found nothing, but when Zhao Ritian’s voice appeared, A series of things that didn't exist suddenly appeared out of thin air, such as those two electric fans, two bags of flour, cameras, speakers, and microphones. So Jiang Minghao believed that all these things were controlled by Zhao Ritian's agency, and they had to put away these things in Zhao Ritian. Time, completely damaged them.
Jiang Minghao’s plan was simple. First, Wu Tian took advantage of Zhao Ritian’s attention to Lin Hu, used his own flying knife to destroy the pinhole camera that had been monitoring him, and took advantage of the moment when Zhao Ritian lost his eyes and panicked. Wei Debing then used his portable military laptop to quickly form a dense radio shielding signal network to cover the entire room. From Liu Dadao's death, it can be seen that the bombs on their bodies should be wireless remote control, so they only need to form a radio shielding signal. On the Internet, Zhao Ritian could not control the bomb.
The key to this plan is the time for Wei Debing to set up the radio signal shielding network, because when Zhao Ritian lost his monitoring eyes, his panic and the time to check the equipment would never exceed one minute, and in this minute, Wei Debing The radio shielding signal network must be successfully set up at an extremely fast speed.
As time passed, Jiang Minghao, Wu Tian, and Wei Debing’s foreheads were sweating. Perhaps it was a sudden change. Everyone didn’t say anything. They stared at the simple and honest man in front of them. The young guy squatted on the ground, tapping the keyboard with his hands at an indistinguishable speed.
"Snapped······"
With the last tap of his finger, Wei Debing finally showed a smile on his face. He said excitedly:
"Brother Hao, Brother God, well, they are safe. As long as they are in this room, the bomb signals on their bodies can be completely blocked by me."
"call······"
Jiang Minghao let out a deep breath:
"Everyone, you are completely out of Zhao Ritian's control now. The remote control in his hand can no longer control the bombs on your body. Don't worry, we don't need to continue fighting."
"Kacha..."
Just as Jiang Minghao's voice fell, a plastic box shattered from the horn, and then Zhao Ritian's voice was heard. The sharp voice was full of anger and murderousness. He said angrily:
"Good Jiang Minghao, good Wu Tian, I still underestimated your few yellow-haired dolls, and actually played this hand with me, then I will blow up all Jiang Mingming! Humph!"
"not good!"
As soon as Zhao Ritian’s voice fell, Jiang Minghao watched vigilantly at the two one-meter-diameter fans and two bags of flour above his head. His pupils shrank sharply, as if these two irrelevant things were the spokesperson of the god of death. The two fans slowly rotated, and the sharp fan blades slowly passed through the two bags of flour, faster and faster. The flour hung on the ceiling seemed to be air, slowly drifting and spinning with the breeze generated by the fans. , To swallow the entire room into his white flour kingdom.
"Worse, Brother Hao, why did we forget this? I'm stubborn!"
Wu Tian anxiously scolded his mother for a long time, and finally forgot about the "dust explosion". He threw out two throwing knives when he threw his hands away. It was also because of Wu Tian's love to play darts since he was a child. It's okay, just knock down the two hanging bags of flour.
Watching the two bags of flour fall, Wu Tian and Wei Debing suddenly rolled towards the place where the flour had fallen, placing large characters under the flour bag, just to hold the two bags of falling flour in their arms.
The two looked at each other's snow-white appearance and couldn't help but laugh. Wu Tian and Wei Debing held the two bags of flour tightly in their arms, for fear that any grain of flour in the bag would come out again, but This did not affect the joy of the two of them, because taking the flour meant that the dust explosion was completely organized by them.
Zhao Ritian listened to the laughter of Wu Tian and Wei Debing in the monitoring room, as well as the muffled noise when the flour was in contact with the body. He guessed the situation in the front hall, so he turned on the loudspeaker and said:
"Do you think this can be over? Can you save your lives?"
Zhao Ritian’s voice was like nine cold winter ice water, which instantly made Wu Tian and Wei Debing a chill. They looked at the half-bag of flour left in their arms, looked at each other in amazement, and only listened to Zhao Ritian continuing to say. :
"You are all good students. You should know that two bags of flour are completely mixed in the air, which is enough to create a dust explosion. Why should I mix sulfur in the dust?"
Zhao Ritian paused, as if recalling something painful, his voice was a little choked:
"Little bullshit is right. You must leave a back-hand in everything you do. The same is true for murder. The half bag of flour in the air and the sulfur in the dust are enough to detonate and blow you all to death, until they are fully integrated. Time is your time of death, haha..."
"Zhao Ritian, my grass·your mother·······
Wei Debing, who has always been honest and not swearing, lay on the ground holding half a bag of flour, and couldn't help cursing his mother. But while he scolded Zhao Ritian, Jiang Minghao clearly noticed the short and fat monk opposite.
I saw him dashing to the bottom of the fan blades, wiped his bald head back and forth with both hands, his legs seemed to be compressed to the extreme springs, as the knee joints straightened up, he slammed toward the top of his head. The electric fan slammed into it.