"The passageway leading to the garage should be behind the door."
As Beishan finished speaking, Chu Liyue and Lu Zhufeng stopped in front of an inconspicuous metal door.
"Get down here, fatso! You're killing me!"
Lu Zhufeng roughly put Beishan down from his back, wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his hands on his hips, and complained.
While taking out a multi-tool in Beishan and trying to crack the door lock, Chu Liyue sat down in the corner, gently stroking Xiao Wujie's face in her arms, her eyes showing heartache.
"Sweetie, how is it?"
Xiao Wujie's pale face was flushed with an unusual rosy hue, his cheeks were burning, and his breathing was heavy; he clearly had a fever.
He was wrapped tightly in Chu Liyue's coat, his forehead was damp with sweat, his upper teeth were biting his lower lip, his eyes were closed, and he looked haggard and broken, which was heartbreaking.
Because the medication had some effect, although he was still in so much pain that he was trembling all over, he was still able to retain some of his consciousness.
Upon hearing Chu Liyue's words, his eyelashes trembled slightly as he raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes filled with tears, and his voice was hoarse and utterly powerless.
"It's a little better." But it still hurts a lot.
He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Chu Liyue knew it. She gently brushed aside the sticky stray hairs blocking his eyes with her fingers, lowered her head, and kissed his pale lips gently twice.
"Be good, just bear with it a little longer, your sister will take you away from here soon."
As she spoke, she pulled her collar to his lips and then gently stroked his lips with her fingers.
"Be good, if it really hurts, bite your sister's clothes, but don't bite your lip."
Several veins suddenly bulged on Xiao Wujie's forehead, and his eyes trembled with tears. Chu Liyue knew he was in pain.
He had a docile look in his eyes, and he obediently stopped biting his own lip, but he also didn't bite Chu Liyue's clothes. He just pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and buried his face in Chu Liyue's arms.
Her thin, frail body was curled up, trembling slightly, like a small animal that had been whipped and was covered in wounds, silently licking its wounds in pain, which made one's heart ache.
Beside him, Lu Zhufeng relentlessly pressed down on Beishan, as if urging him to hurry up!
"I carried you all the way here and I'm exhausted. I wanted you to rest and recharge, and this is the efficiency you get?"
"If you keep dawdling like this, this whiny girl is going to die from the pain."
Beishan's fingers flew across the tools, and he was so urged on that he was sweating profusely, with beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.
Finally, the door lock made a soft "click" sound, and the metal door slowly opened, allowing the four people to enter.
The passage behind the door was narrow and dark. Beishan pulled out a miniature flashlight from somewhere, and the faint light illuminated the path ahead.
They moved quickly along the passage and soon came to a larger space, which resembled a spare warehouse, piled with various supplies and equipment.
"The garage is just ahead from here." Looking around, Beishan exclaimed excitedly.
"I'll go ahead and scout ahead. You guys wait here."
After saying that, Lu Zhufeng bent down and silently disappeared into the darkness ahead.
A minute later, he quickly returned, his face showing a serious expression.
"They are indeed the guards of the secret detention facility; they are very clever. They have already gathered in large numbers in front of the garage door and are waiting."
Compared to running around looking for them, it's much more time-saving and effortless to just wait in the garage.
After all, this place is far from the city and isolated from the world, so you have to rely on transportation to leave.
"Also, the garage door should have a separate battery, so it's unaffected by power outages, and it seems to require authentication to open."
Beishan squatted in the corner, his fingers fiddling with the microcomputer, and quickly said, "Three minutes, I can open it."
Just then, they heard light footsteps behind them. Lu Zhufeng clenched his fist and, using the dim light of the miniature flashlight in Beishan's hand, suddenly realized that Yun Mo and the others had arrived.
Seeing that Xiao Wujie in Chu Liyue's arms was in so much pain that his eyes were tightly closed and he was unable to lift his head, Yunmo's eyes instantly reddened. He silently hugged Chu Wan and buried his face in her arms.
On the other side, Lu Zhufeng saw that Ai Ruoman was sweating profusely and panting heavily, so tired that she couldn't even speak. He felt sorry for her and held up his sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Damn it, carrying a fat man all the way while his own wife is exhausted and can't even stand up straight. What an unscrupulous capitalist!
"It's ready!"
Beishan suddenly spoke up excitedly, and everyone's eyes turned to him. Realizing that he had spoken too loudly, Beishan quickly covered his mouth and whispered:
"I can open the garage door now."
Chu Liyue pulled Xiao Wujie closer to her, her elegant figure sweeping over the crowd with sharp eyes, and spoke in a low, cold voice:
"Yunmo will lead the charge and block their bullets."
"When you strike, try not to kill, so as to reduce casualties and make it easier to negotiate and handle the aftermath."
Upon hearing the sound, everyone immediately turned around and moved forward.
Because of Beishan's exclamation, the guards who were crouching in front of the garage had already noticed them. As the group stepped out of the darkness, all the gun barrels were pointed at them.
Standing among a group of uniformed guards, an officer with a stern face spoke in a deep, standard English:
"Give up resistance and obey orders, or you will be killed without mercy."
The composed Chu Nanfeng still offered a token explanation: "Some of our patients require urgent treatment and must leave this place temporarily!"
His response was naturally a machine gun held even straighter. Chu Liyue was not surprised at all. A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she glanced at Beishan beside her.
Beishan understood, and holding the microcomputer, pressed a few buttons lightly.
With a "hum," the heavy garage door at the back slowly opened, revealing rows of neatly parked military off-road vehicles.
Upon seeing this, the officer in uniform's pupils dilated, and with a wave of his hand, he repeatedly shouted, "Fire!"
A deafening explosion rang out. Chu Liyue stood still, her sharp and intimidating eyes showing no emotion. She simply raised her hand to cover Xiao Wujie's ears in her arms.
At the same time, Yun Mo soared into the air, his black hair flying wildly, his handsome face expressionless.
As the five fingers rose, a gust of wind suddenly arose, and the porcelain-white lower hand suddenly grabbed forward, instantly catching the flying bullet as if it had been choked by an invisible hand.
Giving the shocked guards ample time to react, he flipped his hand, and a fine hail of bullets returned along the same path, causing the guards standing in front of the garage to scatter instantly.
Taking this opportunity, Lu Zhufeng and Chu Nanfeng moved like lightning, rushing into the garage in the blink of an eye.
He randomly selected two military off-road vehicles, jumped into the driver's seat, and rushed out of the garage without a care in the world. The guards who were about to gather were immediately startled and scattered again.
"Quick, get in the car!"
Amidst Lu Zhufeng and Chu Nanfeng's shouts, everyone immediately tumbled and jumped into the car.
Engines roared, bullets whistled as they struck the vehicles, and the two cars surged forward like angry dragons.
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