"Stand back!" Zeng Qi ordered the robot wolf to take out the laser cutter.
But just as the robot wolf was cutting the concrete, an explosion suddenly sounded, and a piece of spinning steel plate cut through the doctor's right shoulder, and blood sprayed on the wall.
"Leave me alone!" The doctor pushed away Zeng Mishan who wanted to help him, "Go away quickly and give this to my family!" His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a sigh.
Zeng Mishan then discovered that half of the steel bar had pierced the doctor's chest, and Zeng Mishan was holding a blood-stained envelope in his hand.
"Take Channel B2! Once communications are restored, this place is going to explode sooner or later." Zeng Qi's distorted roar echoed from the robot wolf's chest. "The support columns can't hold on any longer. Three minutes at most!"
The collapsed concrete blocks fell like meteorites. Zeng Mishan grabbed the doctor's hand and tried to drill into the ventilation duct. But the doctor's hand was already cold. The poor guy closed his eyes forever not long after arriving.
"Let's go!" Yi Danren dragged Zeng Mishan and continued forward.
Zeng Mishan dug his fingertips into the cracks in the concrete, and the pain of having his nails flipped off had long since become numb.
Yi Danren tied the wrists of the two men together with a belt. Three meters above their heads, a ray of sunlight came in through the hole in the dome that was opened by the air wave, and firefighting water mixed with gunpowder dripped onto Zeng Mishan's cracked lips.
"The last stretch." Yi Danren coughed up bloody saliva. The two of them worked together, and as Zeng Mishan stepped on his shoulders to climb up, he heard the crisp sound of bones shifting under his feet.
The broken wall, tilted at sixty degrees, could collapse again at any time. The exposed broken end of the steel bar hooked onto Ito Jin's trouser leg, and every inch of movement tore a new tear in the fabric.
The bodies of the five death row prisoners were stuck in the corner of the ventilation duct, and were crushed into bloody reliefs by the shock wave.
When Zeng Mishan climbed through this section of the death pipe, his palm pressed against half of his sticky face.
The moment they emerged from the pipe, the entire concrete structure collapsed. Ito Jin's right leg was entangled in the steel cable, and he was hanging upside down on the edge of the abyss.
"Let go!" Yi Danren screamed, his wrist groaning under the strain of the belt. Zeng Mishan, however, clutched at the exposed steel bars like a madman, his forearm muscles bruised and purple from the excessive strain.
When Ito Jin was finally pulled up, the two of them were lying on the ground covered with broken glass, with blood and sweat forming small puddles beneath them.
The morning mist was dyed dark red by the aftermath of the explosion, and they climbed the shattered stairs towards the light source.
The moment the iron gate was cut open by the gas welding gun, Zeng Mishan raised his hand to block the glaring sunlight.
He heard Ito Ren sobbing like a wild beast and realized that he was crying too.
The water splashing from the broken pipe hit the burned skin, and the pain became real and luxurious.
When the paramedics of the Slutty Mercenary Group carried Yi Danren away, he held Zeng Mishan's trouser legs tightly until the fabric tore with a "swish".
Zeng Mishan lay on his back on a stretcher, muttering, "The distance between hell and heaven is sometimes just a collapsed floor."
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