Xu Lang looked distressed at this time, standing still at a loss.
In front of him was a large and exaggerated motorcycle, which looked similar to the one that the Terminator was riding. It seemed to be called a Harley or something, but it could be seen that this motorcycle was very expensive.
And Xu Lang was lying at the feet of a drunk, sturdy man, with his face down on the filthy thing he vomited, his colorful shirt was open, and a big golden chain came out. At this moment, he was already unconscious. Personnel, even the trousers did not have time to mention.
Xu Lang looked at the big man and the motorcycle standing on the spot. It is conceivable that this is a nouveau riche who drank so much that he couldn't get up again when he got out of the car and relieved his hands. But for this The motorcycle must be extremely popular.
Even when he couldn't stand still, he was able to stop the motorcycle so upright without any scratches.
Xu Lang went around in this alley for a long time, but never found a means of transportation, so he could only return here in the end.
The keys on the motorcycle were not removed, as if waiting for Xu Lang to step up, but Xu Lang really would not ride this thing, especially this kind of exaggerated cross-country motorcycle.
He had only been on a motorcycle the previous time with the man skin lantern, and Wu Cheng drove it.
Xu Lang looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 11:30 in the middle of the night. If he didn't set off again, it would have been too much time.
He also discovered a weird point during this period of time, that is, the watch was worn on the left wrist, but once it touched the back of the left hand, the pointer would stop. Xu Lang had not reacted yet.
So he could only readjust the time and change it to his right wrist.
Xu Lang looked at the pointer beating constantly, thinking about it, isn't it just riding a motorcycle
Haven't eaten pork or watched a pig run? How different is it from riding an electric bike
Thinking of this, Xu Lang didn’t hesitate to set up the navigation route with his phone. The legs stepped on the motorcycle, opened the key, twisted the accelerator forcefully with his right hand, and kicked the pile of lines under his feet that I didn’t know which gears were. The man and the motorcycle rushed out from where they were.
Xu Lang looked bitter. It was a straight line. His speed was so strange that he didn't even have time to react. In addition, his left hand was already weak and supported by his wrist, which caused him to always drive to the right.
The front baffle kept scratching against the wall, and a large swath of lime got into Xu Lang's mouth. He squinted his eyes and tried his best to adjust the forward direction. The motorcycle dashed forward uncontrollably in a weird arc.
Xu Lang knew that if he went on like this, he would fall to death sooner or later. He kicked and beat him, and finally didn't know where he stepped on. The speed of the car slowed down, and the speed was not much different from that of riding a bicycle.
However, this speed made Xu Lang very satisfied. Seeing the motorcycles that were constantly moving forward, he felt a little relieved, and just walked along the navigation to the suburban hospital.
"That's how things are, I don't know what you think?"
In the lobby of the newspaper office, almost all employees were present, and only the last half an hour was left before the task began.
Any of Xu Lang's previous actions were not counted within the mission time, and everyone did not see his situation through the projection screen. At present, the information they have is still blank.
Song Zhuoming stated the conclusion after discussing with Cheng Guoguo, and this remark was immediately recognized by everyone.
First of all, Wu Cheng nodded and agreed, "This is a good idea. After all, the three of you are the key figures in this mission. We executors don’t bother to fight for a way out. Since there are two conditions for this mission, you will complete it. One, it is reasonable for us to complete one."
This is also what Wu Cheng had negotiated with Song Zhuoming long ago, and this form of dividing the task is also very beneficial to him.
Indeed, as he said, in the situation of their executors, there is no need to fight for a way out. As long as one of the three candidates finds a way out and solves the supernatural event, then the remaining executors can return.
Wu Cheng got out of the fight, instead, he could use his own thoughts and thoughts, and have plenty of time to achieve his goals.
He Xiao heard this and rubbed the "mole" under his right ear, a trace of alert flashed under his eyes, but then stood up: "I also agree with this proposal. This is indeed the best plan right now."
In this mission, He Xiao seems to be weak. Yan Yan has Gao Yiyuan, Xu Lang has Song Zhuoming, and Wu Cheng also has two "men", and he is going alone, but this does not mean that he is isolated and helpless. .
Behind him is the existence of a great god who has spent thirteen missions, the help of mysterious people, and he himself has a hidden collaborator.
This is Cheng Guoguo, a double-faced swordsman.
Only now he didn't know that Cheng Guoguo had secretly colluded with Xu Lang.
Yan Yan also stood up at this moment, everyone's eyes were on him. In fact, it doesn't matter whether this group of people agree or not. The important thing is whether Yan Yan agrees or not. If he opposes, then everything is empty talk.
Yan Yan's face was cold, and after pacing around twice with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on Song Zhuoming's body, his face was a little strange, and he stared at him with a certain indescribable emotion.
This feeling immediately made Song Zhuoming's heart cold. He always felt that this stern word had a weird temperament, and his whole body was full of aggressiveness, as if nothing could be hidden from him.
Yan Yan was watching him for a long time, an inch of imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said, "I will go with you!"
When Song Zhuoming heard this, he let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Yan Yan no longer evasive.
"Big Brother Xu, he still understood Yan Yan's thoughts. He really was deceived. Not only is it impossible to get any clues from Yan Yan, but it will help me achieve the second condition. It will delay him so long and want to come to Xu. Brother will get more clues from the suburban hospital!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Cheng Guoguo who had proposed this plan, but after a glance, he was a little suspicious.
Cheng Guoguo's complexion was a little bad, and her entire temperament changed completely, becoming a little cold and depressed. After seeing Song Zhuoming's gaze, he slowly stood up and said hoarsely to everyone: "I won't Went with you."
Song Zhuoming's complexion froze. He stared at Cheng Guoguo with his eyes rounded. He was in a very different state at this time. There was no ridiculousness and wisdom, and there was only a deep gray in his eyes.
Cheng Guoguo, the person who proposed the plan, didn't even go to participate
Song Zhuoming was not easy to ask in front of everyone, but he had an eye on him. This Cheng Guoguo must be hiding some kind of secret, a secret that is inconvenient to explain to the outside world.
Hearing this, Yan Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced suspiciously at Cheng Guoguo, then withdrew his gaze and winked at He Xiao.
He Xiao stunned, looking at Cheng Guoguo's back, he hesitated a little.
"Let’s talk about business. Since all the 34 infected people are to be transferred to the newspaper, it’s definitely impossible to release people from the hospital. Purpose?" Ding Jianming next to Wu Cheng asked a key question while smoking a cigarette.
He has been in a bad mood, especially after he failed to kill Xu Lang smoothly.
Seeing that everyone was speechless, Song Zhuoming was eager to try and said the idea of arson.
After Yan Yan looked at him, he fiddled with the lighter flexibly with his fingers, as if weighing the feasibility of this plan.
"Just arson can't achieve the complete goal, and it may get out of control."
Yan Yan refuted this plan, and Song Zhuoming was a little unconvinced: "Then what do you say?"
"Arson can actually be used as a leverage to achieve the goal. The most important thing is that we need a reasonable excuse to transfer the infected in a stately manner. This involves the dean."
After serious considerations: "In this way, we people are divided into three batches, Wu Cheng, you are responsible for finding a bus, ready to transfer the infected person at any time, and remember to wear protective clothing and avoid close contact;
He Xiao, Song Zhuoming, Li Kaifeng, the three of you are responsible for finding the arson point, but you must remember that you must not let it flood, it is best to have more smoke and less fire to create momentum.
After you have prepared in many ways, I need to use this to contact the dean, negotiate with him, fabricate a reasonable public identity in the newspaper, wait until the time is right, and then work together to transfer the infected person to the newspaper! "
Everyone nodded straight at hearing, Song Zhuoming was secretly delighted, and Yan Yan was indeed fooled.
After Yan Yan finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Guoguo who was sitting aside and said, "Do you want to stay out of the matter? When will your matter be resolved?"
Cheng Guoguo looked up at him, and then stood up: "I will not evade the mission. I will find my dad to obtain information. When my matter is resolved, I will go with you to find a way out!" After that, he carried his bag and left the newspaper office, entered the task ahead of time, and disappeared into the night.
Song Zhuoyan grabbed Song Zhuoming's sleeve at this time, and whispered, "Brother, after you set off for a while, I will go to find Dad."
Yan Yan looked cold and stood in front of all the implementers, "This task is unique and requires multiple cooperation. If anyone is scornful and negligent, don't blame me for stern words and ruthless methods."
Everyone was silent, only Li Kaifeng, who was unknown in the corner, had vague eyes and a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. No one knew what he was thinking.
Yan Yan said to Gao Yiyuan next to him at this time: "You don't have to participate in tomorrow's transfer. I want you to set off now, find the home of the Dean of Jiming Hospital, and control all his relatives."
Gao Yiyuan's brow furrowed, listening to the stern words, he was a little unsure: "Then what about tomorrow's plan?"
Yan Yan glanced at the executors who were whispering in the room, a sneer flashed in their eyes:
"There is no shit plan at all, I don't say that, how can they use it for me? Save people? Let Song Zhuoming and the others do it.
Our plan is not at all to fabricate identities to transfer the infected, but to force the dean to tell everything he knows in a tough posture! "
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