There are less than three seconds to think before and after.
Behind him was the basement where the explosion had just occurred, and next to it was the small gate in the backyard of the Yuan Mansion.
Ling Shu grabbed Shen Renjie and dodged to hide from the door.
Thanks to his quick-sightedness, just as their bodies were just blocked by the wall, there were two gunshots from outside.
The bullet was half a step slower and hit the door frame, half a step away from them.
Shen Renjie gasped violently, and a sentence shook into seven or eight petals: "You, please untie the explosives on me first!"
He is now like a god of death on his back, and the god of death has his hands on his neck, ready to strangle him at any time.
But it was too late, the footsteps were getting closer, and the two people had already run over.
They can only hide in the small building.
In this small building, Yuan Bingdao's sisters and concubines also lived in the heyday of the Yuan family's population. The layout and decoration must not be too bad. There are three floors of stairs, and there are rooms on each floor.
After the two entered, they went straight to the third floor.
Ling Shu quickly explained in a low voice: "We will separate when we go up, and go down through one of the windows alone. You don't have to worry about anything, just run into the concession!"
Shen Renjie: "I, I don't want to be separated from you, don't leave me!"
Ling Shu: …
If it was a young and beautiful girl who was speaking, there might be a bit of romance in flight, but Ling Shu couldn't feel pity when he looked at Shen Renjie's round face that shone with tears.
"It's settled like this, running separately will have life, I have to wait for the opportunity to go back and save the surnamed Yue!"
Ling Shu really didn't have the extra strength to speak.
He felt that since the night before the New Year's Eve, Du Yuning had an accident, and he hadn't had a happy birthday. Seeing that the real murderer had surfaced, he still had to run for his life, and he might be killed by a headshot in minutes.
The first bursts of pain, even without the light, he can feel himself spinning around, like a drunk person, top-heavy, like stepping on a cloud, if not for a string in his head, clinging to the stairs. The handrail climbed up, and now I am afraid that I would have already stepped on the air and rolled down.
Shen Renjie clung to his life-saving straw, not daring to part for a moment, only to have a life-long oath with Ling Shu.
The chasers will arrive in no time.
Ling Shu just climbed to the third floor, and looking down from the stairs, he could see a dark figure coming in from the door.
The movement of the leather shoes on the wooden floor cannot be concealed, even if the other party deliberately puts it lightly.
How come there is only one
Doubts rose in his heart, and before he could think about it, Ling Shu pushed Shen Renjie into a nearby room and pointed to the window in the room.
Shen Renjie couldn't resist him, so he had no choice but to let go. Before leaving, the reluctant silent eyes were lit up by the light outside the window, almost giving Ling Shu goosebumps all over the place.
He deliberately stepped up his steps, ran to the room at the end of the corridor, took off his shoes and walked lightly, then turned and ran into the penultimate room.
The young man walked into the small building.
His pace is not slow, the pace is very even, it seems that he has had such an experience in countless nights.
There were no lights in the small building, but he still subconsciously pulled down the brim of the plaid cap.
He wanted to reach out to turn on the light, but quickly rejected the idea.
Sometimes it is easier to move without lights.
Although the opponent does not seem to be a threat, Hua Ge is used to treating each enemy with caution.
He walked slowly up the stairs.
The leather shoes made a rhythmic sound on the plank, sweet and melodious, like the moment he pulled the trigger.
Especially when the bullet hit the prey, the screams made by the other party made him feel even more pleasant.
Hua Gezi thought to himself that a waltz had been automatically matched, but his face remained calm, the hand holding the gun was steadily raised, aimed at the empty corridor, stood for a moment, and then went to the first one. Room to go.
The door was closed.
The flower lattice kicked away directly.
The door slammed against the wall and bounced back, making a lot of noise.
By the moonlight outside, the room was unobstructed.
A small bed, a square inch of space, that's all.
Hua Ge's gaze swept across the back of the door and turned to go to the next room.
I looked at the rooms one by one, but no one was there.
The last one left.
The surroundings were unusually quiet, but Hua Gezi believed that it was impossible for the other party to run away in such a short period of time.
What's more, his companions are still outside.
Even if the other party escapes from the window, they can immediately detect it.
The door of the last room was tightly closed, but after twisting it, it couldn't be opened. It must have been locked from behind.
Sure enough.
Hua Ge sneered silently, raised his gun directly at the door lock, and then kicked the door!
This room is much bigger, it should be remodeled from the previous master room. It has a big bed, a wardrobe, a suite, and a separate bathroom.
At first glance, it was empty. Hua Plaid first stepped forward to open the wardrobe, and then went to the bathroom to check, all of them were empty.
He immediately ran to the window and leaned over to look.
No footprints, no traces of climbing.
It means that the other party did not jump out of the window to escape.
Then only—
Hua Ge immediately leaned down to look at the bottom of the bed!
Almost at the same time, a handful of incense ash came in!
The plaid eyes are fascinated, and the hand on the trigger is also pressed immediately!
boom!
Boom!
He didn't hear the screams, his heart sank, his wrists had been twisted, severe pain came, the gun was thrown away, and his head was kicked heavily!
All this, lightning bolt, never more than a second!
Hua Ge found that he still underestimated the other party, and quickly grabbed the foot of the bed and rolled up on the ground.
If the other party wants to hit him, he must get out of the bed.
Sure enough, at the moment Ling Shu probed, he bent his elbow and slammed into the opponent's head!
But the other party's reaction was extremely quick, and it diddge out of the way, which made Hua Grid feel a little weird.
Their mission this time, in addition to getting the things from the Yuan Mansion, is to silence Boss Li, but now things have changed, and Hua Gezi suspects that there are other forces involved.
Otherwise, could Boss Li have already foreseen his fate and come to help him to resist
While thinking about it, the two of you have come and gone, and you have already passed a few tricks.
Hua Ge, who is good at fighting and killing, soon discovers a secret.
Although the opponent's reaction was fast and his skills were not bad, his right hand was obviously not strong enough, and his punches were all relying on his left hand.
Then as long as he loses his left hand...
Hua Ge squinted his eyes, and a blade as thin as a cicada's wing was added to the palm of his right hand, and it slid towards the opponent.
…
Shen Renjie felt that his life was really hard.
With just a few stone steps under his feet, he could stand still, and he had to grab the edge of the window with all his strength to avoid falling.
This is the third floor.
Even if there is a lawn downstairs, a fall will still kill you.
What's more, he has explosives on him.
Thinking of those explosives, Shen Renjie felt sad again.
In the cold wind, a person stuck to the wall outside the window on the third floor, trying to play a gecko.
On the other side of the corner, Grid's accomplice was coming from there.
Out of the corner of the eye, Shen Renjie was so anxious that he tried to squat down and slipped in through the second-floor window.
With explosives tied to his waist, he didn't dare to bend down hard, so he could only stretch out his hand to reach the edge of the window.
Having said that, with his figure, it is a bit difficult to do this action.
But he only had three seconds.
Three seconds later, the other party came over, and as long as he raised his head a little, he would see Shen Renjie.
That will be his death.
three.
two.
one.
Shen Renjie counted silently, gritted his teeth and pounced, grabbed the edge of the window with both hands, slipped his hands, and fell down!
Omg!
He almost screamed, hurriedly clambered on the window sill, and slammed his feet against the wall to stabilize his body.
But the peaked cap has come.
With his rich experience and experience, he naturally raised his head and saw Shen Renjie.
After being stunned for a while, the cap raised the gun, and the action was rapid, and the safety was also opened at the same time.
Ruined.
Shen Renjie thought to himself.
He had given up his resistance completely and was ready to die.
When the bullet landed on his body, it exploded in an instant. What awaited him was not the usual method of death, but blood and flesh torn apart.
That's horrible.
Shen Renjie felt that the most regrettable thing in his life was when the neighbor next door wanted to betroth his fat girl to Shen Renjie two years ago. Prettier daughter-in-law.
Now he regrets it.
It doesn't matter whether the girl is fat or not, and whether she looks a little ugly, at least she can save him for now.
The messy thoughts exploded in his mind. Shen Renjie was completely devastated, like a rubble shaken by an earthquake, and he didn't even feel the pain of the bullet hitting him.
After several seconds, he realized that it was not his brain that was shaking, but the house was shaking.
To be precise, the ground beneath the house is shaking!
earthquake? !
Shen Renjie looked down, the peaked cap didn't care about him, and was subconsciously looking at the place where the explosion occurred.
He hurriedly stooped to the window and threw himself upside down into the room.
Shen Renjie was terrified, and remembered the source of the explosion.
That's where they just came out.
There was another explosion in the underground vault
Shen Renjie thought of the safety of his "thigh" in hindsight.
After saving his life, his mind came alive again, but now Yue Dingtang is afraid that it is really bad luck.
Boss Li is ruthless and his origin is doubtful. Shen Renjie really doubts the possibility of Yue Dingtang surviving from the opponent's hands.
He sighed secretly, and ran to the door of the room to probe his brain, intending to go to rescue soldiers first while no one escaped.
…
Blood flowed down his arms, twisting and twisting, almost dyeing the back of his hand red, and tick-tock-tick to the ground.
Ling Shu struggled to get up from the corpse of the peaked cap, and his movements tugged at the wound in his abdomen, causing his body to froze.
After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.
Ling Shu couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been injured like this, so that his bones became inert, and he almost gave up his life.
It's not that they haven't suffered more serious injuries before, but those are all visible opponents. Now, what are they
Dealing with ghosts hiding in the dark without seeing the light of day
He took a few steps, took the gun that had just been kicked into the corner, grabbed the bedpost to steady himself, and walked to the window.
Outside, a shadow ran towards the source of the explosion.
Ling Shu raised his gun and shot without hesitation.
The opponent fell in response.
He was sure he hit the opponent, but he wasn't sure if he hit the point.
Counting nine cold days, Ling Shu was sweating profusely.
His chest was wet, he couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat, and his clothes were sticking to his flesh, making him uncomfortable.
There are stars flying around in front of me, and every time I close my eyes and then open them, it is a difficult attempt.
Ling Shu walked downstairs slowly, without turning his head, and said, "Help me, I was scratched."
Shen Renjie, who was sneakily following behind:…
He wanted to ask Ling Shu if he had eyes on the back of his head, but Shen Renjie looked at Ling Shu's swaying body, didn't say anything wisely, and quickly supported him.
The place where the explosion was lit up, the fire spread quickly, and it would not be long before the small building on the ground was completely implicated and swallowed.
The cap fell to the ground motionless.
It should have been killed by Ling Shu.
Shen Renjie bent down and stretched out his hand, reaching for the opponent's neck.
Unpredictable, the other party suddenly turned over, and the hand hidden on the body revealed a gun!
The gun was aimed at Shen Renjie!
Gunshots!
Shen Renjie was shocked!
There was a blood hole in the forehead of the cap, and the body fell back.
Shen Renjie also fell directly to the ground.
For the first time, the moments of life and death he experienced tonight are too many to count.
"Brother Ling..." he shouted weakly, "let me rest for a while!"
Shen Renjie was really unable to move.
He knew that he should go to the place of the explosion now to see if Yue Dingtang still has any hope of surviving. He should hurry to the patrol room to find someone to come over, and he should ask Smith to mobilize everyone to come and rescue him.
But his body screamed and couldn't move a finger.
Ling Shu couldn't respond at all.
He opened his mouth, feeling the sticky blood in his throat.
The reason why he can barely stay awake at this moment is all due to a trace of willpower.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the place where the fire was soaring into the sky.
As if someone walked out slowly from there, the silhouette of the figure was reflected in the firelight, like a phoenix nirvana.
Is it Yue Dingtang, or is it Boss Li
Ling Shu couldn't tell the difference for a while.
He wanted to raise the gun in his hand, but found himself leaning back.
The last consciousness is the thick smoke of gunpowder overhead, and the half-bright moonlight poking out from behind the dark clouds.
Maybe, when you wake up, it will be dawn.
Ling Shu slowly closed his eyes.
Volume II Mysterious Letters from Death