Do not enter the new pit.

An old work, the protagonist is also named Lin Bai, don't get me wrong.

On December 17, 2007, on the outskirts of Buenos Aires, Argentina, 32,000 kilometers underground.

The fall and concussion were over, and the metal envelope, which had absorbed most of the impact, twisted and deformed to the point that it was impossible to see what it had been, making a tooth-aching sound under the squeezing of the earth and rock formations, as if it would break under heavy pressure in the next moment.

The bright lights had long since been extinguished, and only the alarm lights that had not yet been destroyed were still flickering, casting an ominous blood-red hue over the already suffocating space.

"It's really a waste of money!" A thin figure got up from the ground, coughed and said: "The hunters who can get it on the table are all gathered as straw to hide the killing moves, the largest sub-base in South America is used to dig pits, and the current trump card is also put in the trap as bait, it seems that I have really become the henchman of the organization, and I have to kill it!"

The other figure lying on the ground was obviously in worse condition than the thin man who got up first, and struggled for a long time before barely turning over and lying on the ground, panting violently like a fish out of water, and only after a while did he respond in a weak voice: "Although the organization has given the task of hunting down and killing you as a traitor, it will not use so much manpower and material resources, and the person who really wants your life is actually me!"

Over the years, there has been a mutineer in the organization, so the identity of the thin figure naturally does not need to be guessed, it is the notorious Wind Demon Dragon One, but from his face, there is no trace of fierceness, except for the nose that looks extremely unruly, other parts can only be described as ordinary.

It seems that the ordinary Stormterror walked up to the dying man on the ground with his unordinary hooked nose, squatted down and frowned and asked, "If it is the organization that spares no effort to hunt me down, it is understandable, you and I should have nothing to do except for that bullshit ace hunter identity, you are so obsessed with killing me, is it to prove that you are stronger than me?"

The man on the ground looked directly at Stormterror's puzzled face, and after a while, he raised his right hand over his face with difficulty and laughed loudly.

The man was seriously injured and dying, and his laughter was naturally weak, but this enclosed space was too small, and the sound echoed in it, and it was not difficult to hear clearly.

Stormterror is also a battle-hardened strongman, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that this guy's lungs were seriously injured, and his already small laughter was mixed with bellows-like breathing, which sounded a little more terrifying.

In the end, the injury was serious, the man laughed a few times and was unable to continue, struggling to catch his breath twice, suddenly removed the hand that covered his eyes, looked directly at the Wind Demon Long Yi, whose face was a little annoyed, and said word by word: "My surname is Lin, and my name is Lin Bai!"

Storm Demon Dragon was stunned for a moment as if he had been struck by lightning, then smiled bitterly and asked in an affirmative tone, "Are you Professor Lin Zhifei's son?"

"Yes. Obviously, the person who was seriously injured and wanted to die was Lin Bai, but his face showed a smile of victory: "I will never forget that night, I swore in front of the corpses of my parents that I would personally let their murderers pay for their lives! For this moment, I waited for thirteen years, nine months and fifteen days, and now I finally got my wish, even if I gave everything, it was worth it......"

The Wind Demon Dragon slowly restrained the wry smile on his face, shook his head slightly with a cold face, and suddenly stretched out his hand to Lin Bai.

Lin Bai instinctively wanted to hide, but his seriously injured body really couldn't support such a violent movement, so he only raised his head and gave up lying on the ground, smiling and saying, "It's useless, even if you kill me, you can't escape this trap......"

Wind Demon Dragon sighed, grabbed Lin Bai's collar, dragged him to the wall without gentleness, lifted his upper body against the wall and placed it, and only turned around after confirming that Lin Bai, who was weak all over, would not slide down, and sat beside him with his ass.

Lin Bai was dragged into pain, although even if the injuries on his body were aggravated, they would not be much worse than now, but the injuries would also hurt if they were bumped and bumped, okay? Especially when the Wind Demon Dragon helped him to sit up, the ribs that had been broken off in his chest were rubbing and stabbing for a while, although I don't know how many new injuries have been added, it can be confirmed that the worse is worse!

Now Lin Bai's name is finally worthy of the name, his face is as pale as high-quality snowflake rice paper, and the original dying breath has turned into a gasping cold air - people are dying because they have more air out and less air in, but now he is just the opposite, it is less air out and more air in, looking at this vast lung capacity, as long as the lungs are not bursting like a balloon, the whole person should be able to support it for a while.

Stormterror didn't seem to hear the inhalation of his atrocity, and stretched to himself, his straight back pressed against the uneven wall, like a massage chair, well, if only the raised wall around his waist didn't hurt so much......

After stretching his waist comfortably, the Wind Demon moved his muscles and bones again-although he used air to cushion the fall just now, how could it be possible to fall tens of thousands of meters unscathed? Although it is not as miserable as the guy next to him, at least he can't run with a sore body!

In this completely enclosed and narrow space, the passage of time seemed to slow down, I don't know how long it took, Lin Bai's breathing sound had gradually recovered his previous qi, and the Wind Demon Dragon also stopped his movement of stretching his arms and legs, lazily leaned back against the wall, put his hand into his arms and pulled out a squished cigarette case, took out two deformed cigarettes from it, and handed one to Lin Bai beside him.

Lin Bai glanced weakly at the cigarette handed to him, and reluctantly reached out to take it - he never smoked, but even so, he couldn't show weakness before the enemy, not to mention that the cigarette also consumes oxygen when it burns, and every minute less oxygen in this space, Storm Demon will die a moment early, so how can this cigarette not smoke?

Lighting the cigarette with the help of the fire handed over by the Wind Demon Dragon, Lin Bai took a deep breath, the spicy smoke suddenly filled his lungs, and the injury that had just been numb suddenly became painful like fire, which made him snort, and the smoke in his mouth suddenly diverged in the way, choking him to cough again and again, and even coughed up tears.

"Smoking for the first time?" Stormterror asked with a smile as he let out a smoke ring and smiled, his familiar expression as if there was no grudge between the two.

Lin Bai, who finally stopped coughing, had nothing to say, although smoking was not a good ability, but why did he have an inexplicable feeling of admitting that he had lost the first time he smoked, in desperation, he could only stare at the Wind Demon Longyi with a leisurely face, reminding him of the identity of the two of them who were enemies of life and death.

Stormterror pinched the filter with his thumb and forefinger, brought it to his lips and took a hard puff, half of the remaining cigarette quickly burned out, and the long soot remained in its original shape.