There was a chaotic noise from the headset, and Xing Cong didn't even have time to care if it was a communication failure or something else, his brain had been completely occupied by Lin Chen's appearance, and countless possibilities were so full that it seemed to explode with a bang.

And one of the most alarming possibilities is:

If he couldn't save Lin Chen, what if Lin Chen had already cut his neck with a knife?

At that moment, Xing Conglian tasted a fear that he had never felt in his life, he was as nervous as he was when he first held the gun and wanted to kill someone, but the reality did not allow him to ponder his emotions or think about possibilities at all, because he suddenly heard new news in the headset.

"Boss, that's a C4 explosive that detonates at a regular time, and it can't be stopped." In the headset, the boar's voice also showed a hint of imperceptible trembling.

"I see." Xing Conglian woke up instantly, he immediately put away his gun, ran downstairs, and said to the person on the other end of the headset in an extremely calm tone, "Zhao Hu, I'm going to the T2 floor to cover me." ”

In the attic, the man who had just finished killing was folding the silk scarf, and when he heard this, he almost tore the lilac silk scarf in his hand: "Boss, what's the situation, don't take any chances!" Can you get out of it now? ”

The same sound, along with the radio signal, was transmitted simultaneously to several places where the cover mission was being carried out.

Wang Chao was already sitting in the cabin, but Xing Conglian's words made him stand up suddenly.

There was a light screen in front of him, and there were changes in the 7 light points representing the positioning of each person, and the red dot representing the Xing Conglian really began to move quickly towards the most dangerous area that was about to detonate: "Boss, calm down, what's going on!" ”

The primeval forest, alarmed by the explosions and gunfire, began to tremble uneasily, and the clouds of birds rushed into the sky, obscuring the sky.

Wang Chao looked at the factory area in the distance, which was covered by smoke and dust, and there were wind, masonry, occasional gunshots, and the voice of the torturer company stabilized to the extreme: "Lin Chen is in the building." ”

In an instant, Wang Chao completely experienced the feeling of cardiac arrest after the electricity, and after being stunned for a while, he shouted violently: "How is it possible, this is impossible, boss, don't be impulsive!" ”

"He's in there."

As if the cello sound had been played in the night, the low voice of the torturer made Wang Chao wake up instantly, he held the corner of the table hard, and forced himself to calm down, but how could he be calm, his muscles were trembling with tension, why did this kind of thing happen!

"Dynasty, find someone to pick me up, and the rest retreat according to the original plan." Xing Conglian said again, Wang Dynasty didn't know why his boss could still speak in such a firm tone in this situation, he took a deep breath, moved his gaze to the light screen, and said word by word: "Kang'an, keep your current position, move to T4 in 3 minutes, and be responsible for picking up the boss." ”

……

The race against time is more exhausting than you think.

A burst of gunfire rang out from the back of his head, and the torturer slammed down and rolled over a cloud of rubble, the bullets stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust behind him, and a fragment of shrapnel slammed into his calf. In the midst of extreme chaos, any detail is fatal, yet any attention to detail slows him down.

"Zhao Hu!" The convict jumped up and continued to run.

"I'm sorry Boss." The gunman lying on the high-rise building pulled the trigger at a speed he had never done before, he no longer even counted the trajectory, and sniped out purely instinctively all the men in this space who dared to block the man who was running between life and death.

"4 minutes left." The sound of the wild boar sounded again.

More and more of the Gao Mon people crowded into the ferry, causing the light ships to rock.

Wang Chao still held the corner of the table tightly, his body did not move, staring at the red dot on the light screen and rushing towards the factory that was about to be blown up to the sky at a speed without any tactical cover, eager to pray for time to slow down and slow down, but he had long known that the physical phenomena in this world were never subject to human will, he could only watch and wait for the result.

After countless brushes with death, the Torturer Company finally came to the bottom of the building. He couldn't be calmer anymore, because when he realized that it was also a good choice to die with Lin Chen, all the previous burning emotions were completely suppressed.

The entire factory area turned into cold and inorganic lines in his eyes, and he knew very well the role of Lin Chen's factory, which was the reason why he chose to blow up this place in the end. There was enough explosives buried downstairs to blow the building into the air, so that all the soldiers trying to rescue the building could be killed and injured as much as possible.

Sure enough, a small group of heavily armed Zarathu soldiers was trying to storm the building.

Two of them had turned their guns sharply, and before he could pull the trigger, the two soldiers had blood holes in their foreheads.

The torturer pulled the trigger, and the gun □□ out a long bullet like a whip, and the sound of flesh piercing suddenly sounded, and at the same time, he was also hit by a bullet in the shoulder.

The intense secretion of adrenaline prevented him from any pain, and he finally reached the front of the building. Faced with corpses all over the ground and looking up at the shattered building in front of him, he rushed in without hesitation.

The floor plan of the mine quickly unfolded in his mind's eye, and he jumped to the last floor, finding the laboratory at the end of the corridor among the ever-expanding lines.

"Three minutes."

The countdown was heard again in the communication channel, and no one spoke.

He kicked the door open, and as far as the eye could see, it was dim, and the faintly visible glass sliding door stretched across the eye. He raised his gun, not caring if the thing was bulletproof, he pulled the trigger, and the muzzle swept from left to right.

The glass shattered with a tooth-aching sound.

He pulled his legs and rushed through the glass rain curtain, the chaotic tables and chairs, and the collapsed experimental equipment, calculating Lin Chen's last position, and the torturer kicked open a door.

The light poured in, and the monkeys roared, but the sounds and the lights disappeared in an instant, and all he could see was the door at the end in front of him, the pure white wooden door with the upper half of the glass shattered.

……

Lin Chen was lying on the ground, the floor of the laboratory was a little cold, although the air conditioner was off, it was still cold.

He couldn't help but curl up, thinking for a moment that he might be dead, but the feeling of being alive and being dead was still different, at least he seemed to be able to think.

Of course, his mind had completely stopped working after the moment he drove away Duanyang, and now it had turned into a ball of mud, and everything about the Torture Company once again filled every corner of his mind.

Sometimes it was the torturer who was smoking, sometimes the torturer was cleaning the room, and more often, it was the torturer who was facing him with a very handsome face, his eyes were deep and peaceful, but he didn't say a word. The images glowed with some light, and each frame was so clear that his fingers fluttered slightly.

He always felt as if he was saying something to the convict, it could be "I'm sorry" or "I love you".

And only now did he have time to think about whether he would accept him when he came back from the company.

It should still be.

He pondered the question, perhaps the most precious 30 seconds of his life, and gave himself a self-comforting answer, which he thought was good.

But when he answered the question, the rest of the questions followed.

- What should I do when I know all this after I come back from the company?

Although it is the best outcome for Xing Conglian to think that he is missing and will never be found, it is really possible to follow all the clues to this abandoned mining area with his personality.

- And what if the convict Lian saw his body?

For a moment, Lin Chen hoped that the ruins of this factory building could completely bury his body, so that the corrosion speed of the rainforest would definitely make him quickly turn into a pile of white bones that no one recognized, and after the torture Conglian or the dynasty found here, they might not be able to find him, and even if they did, they wouldn't be too sad.

He felt that he couldn't imagine the heartbroken scene of Xing Conglian, after all, in his concept, a person like Xing Conglian should not be heartbroken, and he should not be the one who made the other party heartbroken.

Lin Chen suddenly began to regret why he confessed at that time, if he hadn't pierced these, he might not have made the person he loved so painful.

Time can't be turned back, decisions made can't be changed, since it's a man, how can he be so irresponsible?

Although he was about to die, he suddenly realized that he really didn't want to die, he wanted to live.

If the world is really as "The Secret" says, then he wants to live.

He held on to the ground, trying his best to get up.

……

When the convict opened the pure white wooden door, he saw this scene.

Although before that, he was even afraid of what to do if Lin Chen was not in the door.

But the moment he saw the floor of the laboratory, all the scenes came flooding in.

Lin Chen curled up on the ground, his cheeks were slightly sunken, but his eyes were frighteningly big. There were abrasions of varying degrees on his face, his elbows, and all of his □□ skin, and the shocking amount of blood was dripping to the ground, but it was not these wounds that were most heart-wrenching.

After seeing him, Lin Chen turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes, his unfocused eyes were full of doubts, and he laughed again in an instant, and he clearly saw the self-deprecating smile in Lin Chen's eyes, and his heart seemed to be clenched by some external force.

He walked over step by step, crouched down, and for a moment did not know how to pick the person up.

Suddenly, Lin Chen stretched out his hand and put it on his wrist, and the temperature from his palm made him slam his spirit. The torturer Lian slowly lowered his head, looking at the pale fingers on his wrists, like a soul struggling to go to hell grasping the only straw.

The urging sound in the headset finally rejoined his ears.

"Boss, is it really Brother Ah Chen?" Dynasty asked.

"Two minutes and thirty seconds left, hurry up, boss!" Wild boars rarely use their roars.

However, Xing Conglian's movements were still slow, he held the back of Lin Chen's neck with one hand, and reached under Lin Chen's knee with the other hand, holding the person in his arms with force. It's just that the moment he picked up Lin Chen, he felt the hot temperature like a soldering iron, how could a normal person have such a body temperature.

At this time, Lin Chen's dark eyes, which had been staring at him, flickered slightly.

He heard Lin Chen ask in a hoarse voice, "Although this question is too much like acting in a movie, am I dreaming?" ”

"It's me." He hugged Lin Chen and stood up.

Just two words, he clearly saw that Lin Chen's eyes were red, and the tears in them overflowed, as if to hide the sudden fragile emotions, Lin Chen turned his head to his chest, and he couldn't even feel whether the hot in his chest came from his emotions or Lin Chen's tears.

He lowered his head and kissed Lin Chen's hair deeply, the smell of blood, earth, salty sweat, and the clean and cold breath from Lin Chen's bones were mixed together, as if they were about to soak into his soul.

He hugged Lin Chen tightly, turned around, kicked the monkey cage under his feet, and began to run out. 166 Reading Network