Every line in the biochemical poison mist is like a silk thread, penetrating into the skin through various means.
This poisonous fog is not a biological weapon available in China. .
There was almost no light in the white tower. The poisonous fog gathered the most in one layer. Meng Fu's breathing was so shallow that she couldn't breathe at all. All the sounds and lights in front of her eyes turned into frames of pictures.
She acted decisively, took out a gold needle from her wrist, and inserted it directly into an acupuncture point.
Her eyes regained some clarity, and she kicked away the obstacle blocking her way and walked straight up.
Without changing his expression, he took out another golden needle and inserted it into his arm.
upstairs.
The control console is the place Guan Shuxian is most familiar with. He and Dean Li have been here several times and he knows the equipment here best.
As soon as I looked up, I saw the complex algorithms on the center's supercomputer.
The concentration of poisonous fog on the fifth floor was not high, but the blue fog in the control console was dense to a certain extent. Guan Shuxian almost relied on instinctive algorithms to find the three wires.
...
...
He pushed open the heavy control room door, climbed the steps, and severed the first control line.
Everything in front of him seemed to have turned into an illusion. Guan Shuxian exhaled, his face flushed red. He grabbed the edge of the instrument with both hands, exerted force, and leaned his whole body into it.
The second wire was pulled off, and sparks flew with a "bang".
The fog was so thick that it pressed against his chest. Guan Shuxian could feel his skin being torn inch by inch. His eyelids were heavy, and he seemed to be able to feel the calmness when facing death. The space seemed to be broken into countless pieces, and everything in front of him turned into nothingness.
His fingers curled up, his skin had been squeezed and burst by the biochemical mist, and blood dripped onto the ground from his fingertips.
Everything in Guan Shuxian's sight was shattered, his eyes were unfocused, and the space in front of him was distorted into an arc.
Guan Shu climbed up with his hands and touched the last green line, "Ahem..."
He coughed so violently that he could hear the sound of his own blood in his throat. The moment he touched the green line, he seemed to be dragged into an infinite fantasy.
He seemed to be able to see the scene where Xia Yihang pushed him into the abyss in the same desperate situation.
No one believed him because Xia Yihang was a well-known humble gentleman.
At that time, Xia Yihang was his most trusted partner, and they had worked together for 20 years.
Finally, the person he trusted most taught him personally not to trust anyone.
Other people appeared in the illusion.
Dean Li, who sponsored his upbringing, told him that this was the spring of hope.
His partner, who had only been with him for a few days, believed what he said, which seemed ridiculous to others.
Finally, his eyes fixed on Meng Fu's dark eyes. She had no expression on her face. She just asked him calmly -
"I need you to turn off the controls. After I send them down, I'll come up and take you out."
"May I?"
Meng Fu seemed to think that he would definitely turn off the master control.
Her eyes were too bewitching, she said -
"After I send them down, I will come up and take you out."
"Let's hope so," Guan Shuxian held the last thread with his hands, his mouth already full of the taste of rust, and he almost sneered, "Putting your life in the hands of others is actually a very ridiculous thing."
He pulled out the last thread and sparks flew with a "snap".
The countdown ends.
"Bang--"
Guan Shuxian's fingers lost strength and he was thrown to the ground with great force. He could only see a little light and the surrounding air pressure continued to press on his chest.
When his health reached a critical point and his body could no longer feel any pain, Guan Shuxian crawled out of the console.
With his fingers supporting the floor tiles, when his consciousness reached the critical point, he saw a white shadow coming out of the passage.
The other person's hands were already stained red with blood from being squeezed out.
When he was lifted up by the other party, Guan Shuxian could hear the gurgling sound of blood in his throat. He seemed to want to laugh, but his expression was complicated. "Meng Fu, you are such a strange person."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
The other party did not answer from beginning to end. Guan Shuxian didn't know whether she didn't want to answer or she simply didn't have the extra energy to speak.
He could only feel his consciousness gradually blurring.
"Bang--"
Once again the roadblock was kicked down.
A large patch of light appeared before my dim eyes.
Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan, who had recovered a little outside the door, came to the first floor to help Meng Fu carry Guan Shuxian out.
Meng Xun also recovered and leaned against a sand dune outside the door, breathing heavily. She looked at Meng Fu and wiped the blood from her mouth. She said calmly, "If you don't come out, I'll go up to find you."
Guan Shuxian was leaning against the pillar. Meng Fu gave him a needle on the way.
Although he had no strength left, his consciousness was slowly returning and his eyes could see with a slightly distorted vision.
Meng Fu gave herself another injection to keep herself awake. She had been to the White Tower twice and had been overloaded with work. Her body was almost at its limit. She sat in a corner, her hair mixed with blood and sweat sticking to her face, trying to recover her body functions.
Guan Shuxian watched her insert another golden needle into her body, completely inserting it.
He turned his gaze to Xia Yihang who was a little far away from them. This time, there was no disgust in Guan Shuxian's eyes. Instead, there was a calm after the storm. He seemed a little relieved, "I pulled out three wires."
"Well done," Meng Fu glanced at him, "Our next goal is to find a cover."
"Have a sip." Yang Zhaolin found a bottle of mineral water from somewhere, unscrewed it and handed it to Guan Shuxian.
Guan Shuxian knew that he had to swallow the water mixed with blood.
Guan Shuxian looked up at the glaring sun above his head for a long while, then smiled easily.
This is actually not a very good era.
Materialism is rampant, shallow knowledge is impetuous, cunning, hypocritical, and unbearable.
After a long time, Guan Shuxian was still very firm about this point. You don't have to believe in anything in this world -
But, you can always trust Meng Fu.
**
Even after leaving the White Tower, there are still dangers everywhere.
After Meng Fu finished her repairs, she turned to the White Pagoda and asked Guan Shuxian, "How many people were originally stationed here?"
"363." Guan Shuxian coughed, then looked up and said softly.
Yang Zhaolin was originally smiling as if he had survived a disaster, but after hearing the conversation between Guan Shuxian and Meng Fu, the smile on his face gradually faded. He thought about how unusually quiet the way here was, with only a few staff members present.
Under the current circumstances, all 363 people are likely to be gone.
Meng Fu remembered what Galton had said to her before.
He said the algorithm wasn't right.
Meng Fu asked Dean Li, and Dean Li said that he was researching space factories. According to his algorithms, if space factories were used to synthesize medical equipment, it would make sense algorithmically.
But now——
The thruster base was transformed into a large-scale biological weapon.
She looked at Guan Shuxian and said, "There is something wrong with the algorithm, and the intention of the contract is not right. What you are researching is not thrusters at all, but nuclear weapons and biological weapons."
Guan Shuxian looked at Meng Fu calmly. He pursed his lips. His smile was a little cold, but firm. "Dean Li is not such a person."
Meng Fu didn't say anything.
She actually didn't believe it either.
Not far away, Xia Yihang also heard the conversation between the two. His face turned pale: "We can't escape, we can't escape... We are abandoned... abandoned..."
"This should be classified as a heavily polluted area," Guan Shuxian regained some of his spirit and explained to the others, "Our communicator can't contact the outside world, so we can only save ourselves. Junior Brother Yang, go find a car that can be driven nearby, and we will try our best to leave the search circle."
Yang Zhaolin grew up in Beijing and had never encountered such a thing even when he went abroad to study.
But he was determined, and before Guan Shuxian spoke, he had already surveyed the surroundings.
In addition to cars, there are also helicopters around the base.
After hearing what Guan Shuxian said, he went straight to drive the large modified car over.
It raised a cloud of dust.
Yang Zhaolin opened the car door and looked at Meng Fu. "How is it? Can you walk? I'll carry you."
He, Jin Zhiyuan and Xia Yihang did not receive as much poisonous fog as Meng Fu and Guan Shuxian, but they were still able to continue their normal activities.
Guan Shuxian was almost unable to move.
Meng Fu had been treating Madam Yang and Yang Lai these days, and her health was already weak. Now that she was forcing herself to stay together, she looked not much better than Guan Shuxian.
The group got in the car and found a safe place according to Meng Fu's instructions.
Xia Yihang's team also drove a car in silence and followed Meng Fu and the others.
The ground shook.
A large modified car drove up from behind.
Meng Fu was sitting in the back. She turned her head and looked back, and could see that the giant modified car was still a long way away from them.
The smell of ammunition was strong.
Meng Fu raised her eyes, and she made a quick decision: "Jump out of the car!"
Everyone in the car trusted her very much. As soon as they heard her say she wanted to jump out of the car, Yang Zhaolin unlocked the car.
Five people in the car jumped out.
Behind them, Xia Yihang and the other six were a beat slower, and only three of them jumped down.
“Boom—”
Before the three men jumped down, the two cars exploded instantly and were engulfed in flames.
A person who had just jumped out of the car was engulfed in flames, and his body consciousness and even sense of pain disappeared.
Xia Yihang and others retreated to Meng Fu's side. This group of people who usually worked in the laboratory experienced their first direct death.
This kind of class war, whether it was verbal fighting or conspiracy, was more cruel than they could have imagined.
Yang Zhaolin wanted to run away with Meng Fu on his back, but was rejected by Meng Fu.
"The armored vehicle has a minimum range of one thousand meters. They won't get any closer." Meng Fu raised her head and looked at the sky. Her face was pale and bloodless. She only pushed her hair behind her ears. "Find someone to protect us from their bombs. Hold on for a while. Someone will come to pick us up."
There were eleven people, but now there are only eight left.
They supported each other and went to the hill in front.
Follow the position commanded by Meng Fu and avoid stray bullets.
“Boom—”
There was another loud bang, and a cesspool exploded one meter away from them, and all eight people were affected by the aftermath.
Guan Shuxian fell to the ground, his handsome face covered with sand. He leaned against the sand dune, spat out a mouthful of blood, and twitched his lips, "Will someone really come..."
This place is full of dangers. The toxins in the White Tower are very strong, and the time bomb is an uncertain factor.
Would anyone come here just because they think their life is too long?
"Yes," Meng Fu's eyes were dim, but her voice was very firm, "Let's go to the stone bricks in front."
She let go of Meng Xun's hand, took out two golden needles from her pocket, and led the others to hide behind a rock. The two golden needles broke through the air and collided with the two stray bullets.
“Boom—”
As the stray bullet exploded in the air, Meng Fu also spat out a mouthful of blood.
That’s when—
The armored vehicle that stopped not far away did not continue the attack. Instead, a man got out of the vehicle and slowly moved towards them.
Meng Fu leaned against Meng Xun, her face still pale, "I just came to confirm if we have anyone on the hunting list."
"Hunting list?" Guan Shuxian and others were stunned.
Meng Fu didn't explain any more, still looking at the car.
The Hunting List is a bounty list in the rebel organization. If they kill someone on the Hunting List, even if he is No. 100, they can get considerable internal merit and money.
The fact that Meng Fu and her team were able to escape from the White Tower was absurd in itself. She had just changed the traces of the stray bullets. Of course, the rebels suspected that someone among them was on the hunting list.
The car was getting closer.
Meng Fu's eyes were actually blurred.
"Sister——" This was Meng Xun's voice. Meng Fu could feel the hot tears flowing down the back of her hand.
"Ah Xuan, I'm a little tired." Meng Fu smiled. She coughed twice, but her voice was weak.
Meng Xun hugged Meng Fu, her eyes blurred, and she shook her head desperately. She regretted it.
She shouldn't have dragged Meng Fu into this again.
She shouldn't think that Meng Fu could still do what she liked without any scruples as before.
Meng Fu raised her head, and her vision seemed to be distorted into another parallel dimension. All her consciousness turned into phantoms, and then exploded with a "bang" and burst into her mind.
Just at this moment, there seemed to be wind overhead.
It's a helicopter.
Meng Xun saw someone walking towards them through the evening sky. He was wearing a black coat and looked like a thick black fog. He was very close, but people could not see him clearly.
For the first time, Meng Xun felt at ease when seeing someone other than Meng Fu, "Mr. Su."
Behind me, the car that was slowly approaching also stopped.
Su Cheng stood a few steps away from Meng Xun. He reached out and took the person from Meng Xun's hand. Meng Fu also liked to wear white recently. In order to facilitate her escape, she took off her coat, and the white sweater inside was stained with blood.
There were faint traces of blood.
Behind him.
The car stopped and three men in black clothes got out. Their black clothes were tattooed with a white scorpion symbol, which was the symbol of the rebel organization.
Xia Yihang fell to the ground, his face pale. "Yes, it's them, the rebel organization, let's quickly climb onto the helicopter..."
Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan had never heard of the rebel organization.
But Xia Yihang and Guan Shuxian knew, and Guan Shuxian's eyes were also filled with fear. He quickly explained to Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan, "Everyone in the rebel organization is good at assassination. Dean Li has not left the capital for more than ten years just to avoid them. Even if the special forces meet them, they have no chance of winning, unless they are from the Federation. Let's go..."
Meng Xun looked at Su Cheng and said calmly, "Mr. Su, can you leave?"
Su Cheng didn't say anything, he just turned around expressionlessly. He held Meng Fu with one hand, turned around, and raised the other hand. No one could see clearly how he moved.
The cold bullet pierced through the forehead of the man on the left of the three people.
"Bang--"
The man fell down.
Su Cheng still had no expression on his face, and his pair of dark eyes almost turned into inorganic indifference.
Meng Xun was startled, "Mr. Su——"
Su Cheng tilted his head and glanced at Meng Xun, causing the rest of Meng Xun's words to get stuck in his throat. His cold eyes made Meng Xun feel a little creepy.
Although Su Cheng seemed cold when Meng Xun met him, he was also humble and polite.
This was the first time that Meng Xun thought he was crazy.
Su Cheng withdrew his gaze.
"Bang--"
Another sound.
The man on the right falls down.
He only left the man in the middle. The man in the middle wanted to take action and issue an order, but found that he couldn't move at all. He looked at Su Cheng with horror in his eyes, "You dare... dare to attack us?"
Su Cheng took off his coat and covered Meng Fu with it.
Then he looked up at the man in the middle, the coldness in his eyes almost turned into substance, but his voice was calm: "Do you think I dare?"
The person in the middle had some doubts in his eyes.
Su Cheng just raised his hand, which was still slender, with smooth joints and stained with blood. He made a command gesture.
The air around seemed to be condensed.
Not far away, there seemed to be several rays of light breaking through the clouds, and finally turned into stray bullets, mixed with wind and sand, and flew towards the giant modified car a thousand meters behind like a beast.
The sky suddenly brightened.
The ground was shaking, and the sand on the ground was constantly rolling and breaking.
Yang Zhaolin and his companions were almost unable to stand, and some had already fallen to the ground.
As Su Cheng withdrew his hand.
"boom--"
The giant modified car turned into a beam of fire, almost breaking through the sky.
Su Cheng's expression was still indifferent. He withdrew his hands, hugged Meng Fu with both hands, lowered his head, and looked at the man in the middle, "Now you know."
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