Qin Jingning leaned out half of his body.

Qin Jing'an didn't care about the strangeness of his shoulder and put the desk and chair together.

Human potential in the face of life and death is unlimited.

He is just a reporter, running around the front lines to make some extra money.

Even if you are a war correspondent, you cannot just blindly die.

He didn't know where the infinite potential came from, but he lifted King above his head.

The brother and sister were sweating profusely before they finally brought King over.

Qin Jing'an also grabbed his sister's wrist and began to push upwards.

But the passage is on the ceiling, which is really not convenient.

He was still kicking his legs hard when the third floor became noisy.

"Boss, there!"

Someone pointed at Qin Jingan's lower body which was still flying on the ceiling.

The other party said something at an extremely fast speed. Qin Jing'an's mind went blank and he yelled.

"Get out of the way! I'm ready to fight!"

"Ahhh! Great painter, don't forget to take pictures!"

Along with the sound of the shutter, there was a loud bang.

Qin Jing'an successfully entered the passage.

But when Qin Jingning looked over, he was already sweating profusely and his face was pale.

A bloody smell spread in the small space.

Qin Jing'an was shot in the ankle.

His teeth were chattering in pain, making a "tapping" sound.

There was no time to bandage their wounds, and they didn't know what the people underground would do, so the three of them could only quickly hide far away.

Fortunately, God blesses me.

As soon as they turned the corner, the original entrance had been turned into a sieve.

"Run! He must have taken a picture of the boss's face just now. This is going to end in a fight."

Qin Jing'an has an extremely keen sense of crisis.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand appeared from where they had just climbed up.