Leaning against the wall of the minus 7th and minus 8th floors, Yi can see her clearly as long as she takes a small step to the right. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She was frightened by the shots Yi had just fired...... The sudden gunfire was defenseless, and she thought it was aimed at her for a moment, and almost fell to the ground in a conditional reaction. If she did, she would be a dead body by now.

The cold season was tense, cold sweat left from her forehead, across her cheeks, she heard her heart pounding, the sound of blood leaving her heart, she felt her hands tremble, as if it was out of control. Leng Ji could only let her hands grip the wall tightly, and the lime sank into her nails fiercely, and she was terrified that her hands would accidentally show their feet uncontrollably.

Finally, she heard the sound of wooden planks hitting the ground, the sound of Yi shutting the door.

Leng Ji was still leaning against the wall, not daring to make any small movements, afraid that Yi would suddenly turn back, and her whole body nerves were tensed to the tightest. After a while, there was no abnormality, and the cold season breathed a sigh of relief.

Leng Ji lifted his foot and looked at the soles of his feet, the blood of the corpse in the stairwell inadvertently sticking to it.

Sure enough, Leng Ji understood why Yi would hesitate when she stood in the stairwell, and Leng Ji looked at the ground again, and the blood that had coagulated was a little peeling off because of her stepping, and there was actually a trace of it spreading up the stairs.

Leng Ji stood there for a long time, leaning limply against the wall, and she reached out and tugged at her neckline, trying to breathe easier.

Finally, after a long rest, the cold season decided to continue with his plan. The soldiers of the Spark Alliance didn't wake up so quickly, and they might have to wait until they dismantled the negative seven layers.

Leng Ji held his gun and looked around more cautiously, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder spread through the narrow passage, and the tragic corpses everywhere told of the battle they had just had.

It's just that now there is not a single living person in the passage, and the traces of the fierce battle, the blood, have also become part of the wall, solidified, attached there.

Sniffing these smells that would be unusually disgusting when mixed together, Leng Ji frowned.

Looking down at his lame posture of holding the gun, this posture is very uncomfortable, at least for the cold season, the tail of the long-handled submachine gun often pushes against the ribs of the cold season, if you want to use this gun normally, you must bend over and walk in the cold season, in that way, the physical exertion on her will be greater.

In the cold season, it was estimated that this submachine gun would not play much role in his hands, so after thinking about it, he decisively chose to throw away the submachine gun in the cold season.

Touched the pocket in his arms, took out the gun inside in the cold season, observed it, opened the safety behind it, held the gun in his left hand, passed through the plate buckle with his right index finger, and gently pressed the plate buckle, which was loose, proving that it could be pressed.

After a little bit of confusion about whether it would ricochet or something, I pressed it on the end of the passage that I couldn't see in the distance. With a "bang", in an instant, the bullet came out of the muzzle, with recoil, which caught Leng Ji off guard and bent his arm.

The bullet departed from the predetermined line of the cold season and hit the fire water sieve on the right hand, making a loud sound, and the fire water tank was punched out of a huge dent, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Who?" led to the stairwell on the negative fourth floor, and an unexpected voice came, a hoarse and magnetic voice, a familiar voice.

The sudden sound made the cold season shiver unexpectedly, and the pores of the whole body stood up, this voice ......

Seeing the silence downstairs, the people above stepped on the stairs step by step, heading towards the cold season. The small light in the stairwell illuminated his back, and he could be vaguely seen holding a gun about the size of Leng Ji's hand.

Without hesitation, Leng Ji pulled the safety again, holding his right hand with his left hand, holding his gun, and aiming it at the stairwell.

The recoil once again allowed the cold season to hit the right side of the wall. This shot was to intimidate him into not coming.

It's just that the person who went down didn't stop, getting closer and closer, Leng Ji knew that he also had a gun in his hand, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

As time passed, Leng Ji saw that person, turned around the corner of the stairs, even if he only saw a blurred face, without hesitation, Leng Ji immediately opened the safety again, and again, hit the bullet on the railing.

"Wait" familiar figure, even if he has only seen him once, but Leng Ji has firmly remembered his appearance, hooked nose, white skin, blue pupils, and pointed chin. "Don't get excited. ”

Don't let him continue, the cold season fired three shots, and as expected, the recoil made it impossible for the cold season to hit the target.

"You?" "The three missed bullets gave him a chance to see the person in front of him clearly, the familiar face, unconsciously, a smug smile on his face, "Cold season?"

The researcher who brought it into the basement of the medical bureau.

Leng Ji looked at his face with a smug smile, and wanted to give him a few shots to vent his anger, thinking so in his heart, he naturally did not hesitate in his hand, and another bullet shot out of the muzzle, still missed.

"It seems. Do you hold a grudge against me?"

"Huh. Leng Ji didn't want to say anything more, and clenched the handle of the gun to give him another bullet.

It's just that......

In addition to the four rounds that had just been fired, there was also one shot indiscriminately into the passage, and now there was only one bullet left in the cold season gun.

"What?" The person on the other side took the gun in his hand and played with it twice, still smiling at Leng Ji holding the gun at him. "Out of bullets?"

"......" Leng Ji didn't speak, just raised her gun and looked at him, she had no way to guarantee that she could accurately shoot the man in the stinky face with this bullet.

She was too excited just now, she really shouldn't be.

Now that her initiative has been turned into passivity, she only has one bullet left to threaten the other party, and now she really doesn't dare to act rashly.

"So," the man held his gun, the pitch-black muzzle aimed at Leng Ji's face, and pressed the button with the fingers of his right hand, as if to pull it down, "isitmyshowtime?"

Leng Ji watched his movements, the hairs on his whole body stood up, and he couldn't tell if it was fear or resentment that prevailed, Leng Ji couldn't wait to shoot him in the face.

But the shot was fired, and Leng Ji couldn't stay stupid anymore, the researcher was stuck on the stairs leading to the minus four floors, and in principle should not confront him, but she was now at the far right exit, and if she wanted to run to the middle, she would leave her back to the enemy for longer and more dangerous.

In that case, take a gamble.

It's better to hit, but if you don't hit, I hope to escape while he's lost.

Gritting his teeth, he buckled the buckle in the cold season, and at the moment when the bullet exploded, he stepped up the stairs.