"The man jumped from the window, and there were footprints underneath." The innkeeper was calling.

"Chase, you three go down and chase." There was a man who ordered.

I went straight into the inn and silently went up to the second floor.

The door to the room was closed, and there didn't seem to be much movement, as if there was calm before the storm.

The two jeeps just now had spare weapons, long guns, short guns, military daggers,* but I didn't touch them.

Any gunfire will attract more enemies, and, to destroy them, I will be able to use only two hands.

I swirled the doorknob, pushed it slightly, flashed into the room, and closed the door with my backhand.

As I expected, there were six enemies left in the room, five black-clad SWAT officers and the innkeeper in a half-sheepskin coat.

Jian Rong was already under control, sitting on a chair in the corner, his hands handcuffed behind his back.

"Haha, he's back, he's back, haha......" The innkeeper smirked, revealing a mouth full of bumpy gold teeth.

The window was open, and it was from where the three people who chased it out jumped down.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Mr. Long, Mr. Miyankov, please go back." The man who looked like a small leader lowered the short gun in his hand and said politely.

"Okay." I nodded.

My actions surprised the six of them, and the innkeeper was stunned.

"Our car is underneath, can we go now?" The little leader asked.

I slowly stretched out my hands and motioned for him to handcuff me.

The little leader hesitated slightly: "This...... Mr. Long, if you are willing to cooperate, some procedures can be omitted. ”

"Of course you have to be handcuffed, this man is very violent at first glance, and this woman is not a good thing at first glance......" The innkeeper said, took a step back, smiled obscenely, raised his right hand, and touched Jian Rong's hair.

Suffice it to say that this man is completely looking for death.

With Jian Rong's skills, even if his hands are cuffed, he only needs a twisted leg kick to kill this guy.

"Tell them, wait down there, and we'll go down." The little leader commanded his companions.

Actually, I need a chance for the opponent's formation to be chaotic, so that the two sides will naturally get close and be able to knock down five people in an instant.

As for the innkeeper, it's better to leave it to Jian Rong.

"Ahh

The cry was only halfway there, and then it stopped.

"If there is an enemy, turn off the lights, be on ......alert," the small leader reacted quickly.

At the same time as the lights went out, Jian Rong flew up, and the innkeeper fell down softly.

"The two of them were outflanked behind the building, and the rest of me went down the stairs with me." The little leader commanded.

I can't help but sigh, this little leader is too deeply poisoned by the military academy textbooks, and only mechanically uses the tactic of "outflanking the front and back, and responding in two ways", but he does not accept the previous lesson, and has already buried three people, and is ready to send two more away.

"Don't divert the stream, gather your strength, and go out with me." I corrected him.

"Mr. Long, are you ...... Guest, here is under my command, don't look for trouble. The small boss almost said "prisoner" and temporarily changed it to "guest".

I wanted to save him, but he couldn't get to his senses.

I couldn't help it, so I gently pulled back and gave them a way.

The little boss opened the door and led the two of them out. The other two followed his instructions, went out of the window again, followed the route of their companions in front of them, and outflanked the front door.

"The situation outside is not good, and it seems that there is a strong enemy covering and killing. It's not something we should be thinking about, though, so take your stuff and we'll rush to the Cheka town. I opened the soft cuffs for Jian Rong and quickly whispered orders.

I need chaos, and only by causing more chaos can I shake Miyankov's position.

"Something is wrong, I have a hunch." Jian Rong's voice trembled.

She reached for her backpack in the darkness and quickly carried it behind her.

"Which force will it be?" I asked.

"Wandering Ghost Country, Demon Hunting Clan." She replied.

I didn't want to think any deeper, so I took her hand and went out the door, jumping out of the window at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The air was already filled with the pungent smell of military gasoline, and Jian Rong immediately woke up and took out a lighter with his backhand.

Now that our operational intentions have changed, it is the most correct thing to do by igniting the gasoline belt and causing two cars to explode.

I looked at the door of the inn, and three of them had fallen in the middle of the road, and the other five had already met by the car.

"Points, huh?" Jian Rong asked.

Before I could answer, a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the inn.

It was a man wrapped in a white bearskin, very sluggish and bloated.

The five SWAT officers reacted quickly and immediately raised their guns and pointed their guns at the man.

I can't describe exactly what happened next, because the clumsy and obese man suddenly jumped up and turned into a white phantom, and flew up and down three times, and all five of them flew out at the same time, falling on their backs on the road.

"Dot." I ordered in a low voice.

This time, Jian Rong suddenly hesitated, holding the lighter in his right hand, and his body froze.

I didn't give a second command, I immediately turned around, pulled the lighter out of her hand, and lit it with a thud. As soon as the flames licked the gasoline on the ground, blue flames flew close to the ground and drifted towards the two cars.

"No, that's ...... Is that...... That's not our enemy, that's not a monster......" Jian Rong whispered incoherently, but it was too late.

The flames reached the bottom of the car, and suddenly drilled into the fuel tank, and then made two "bang, bang" sounds, and the two jeeps rose into the sky, flying straight to a height of more than ten meters, rolling in the air like a huge fire dragon.

The time was too short, the fuel tank was not cleaned, and the car was equipped with an auxiliary fuel tank in order to enhance the endurance. After the car went into the sky, there was a second explosion, and the scattered fireballs drifted into the first and second floors of the inn with the wind, causing a skyrocketing fire.

The inn is not connected to other houses, so even if it turns into a sea of fire, it will not endanger the common people.

The innkeeper was disrespectful to Jian Rong, even if he was burned to death in the fire, it would not be a pity to die.

I observed that when the explosion began, the white man quickly retreated across the street.

He ran extremely fast and his posture was extremely strange, like a polar bear, he landed on his hands and feet, jumped and jumped, and soon disappeared behind the house.

Jian Rong and I didn't have time to discuss, so we immediately marched to the east, and within half an hour we had climbed the ridge.

Looking east, the lights on the Cheka side of the town are flickering, and they stand out in the heavy snow. Looking west, the fire had been extinguished, and the town was still deserted, like a miserable graveyard.

The northern countries have a vast territory but are not well populated, especially the area north of the Caucasus Mountains to the Arctic Circle, which is extremely unpopular.

"We'll have to wait." I don't dare to be careless.

"Yes, this trick doesn't seem to have any effect on Miyankov." Jian Rong was a little disappointed.

Actually, I didn't stand on the opposite side of Miyankov, and it was only because of the contradiction between Jian Rong and the SWAT unit that I was involved in an embarrassing situation where it was difficult to ride a tiger.

"You must know what it is." I say.

The strange man who killed five SWAT officers in a row was so fast that I didn't even see his movements, and the SWAT officers were already dead.

When the strange man killed the killer, Jian Rong had a momentary distraction, so she must have thought of something at that time.

Jian Rong didn't answer, walked to a big stone sheltered from the wind, and sat down slowly.

I was silent, unwilling to press her.

For now, our goal is to infiltrate the temple, cut through the stone walls, find the man that the Jane clan has been looking forward to, and then transport him out of the Cheka Town, escape from Miyankov's pursuit, and return to Dunhuang.

The difficulty, then, is that we must face the elite troops under the command of Miyankov, and at the same time be on guard against the sudden attack of the white monster.

"I'm sorry." Jian Rong whispered from behind the stone.

I responded loudly: "No need to apologize, everyone has the right to privacy." ”

No matter what the origin of that white weirdo is, it will not affect my cooperation with Jian Rong.

I'm only confused about one thing, that is, what role did the Wandering Ghost Country and the Demon Hunter Clan play in this chaotic war?

In the telescope, the Cheka town suddenly became chaotic, and countless cars drove out of the center of the town, along the road, first to the north and then to the west, presumably to the place where the car blew up.

"Let's go, go down the mountain." I greet Jian Rong.

This is what I expected, and when Miyankov received the second report of the loss of personnel, he would really pay attention to it and send the main forces to help.

We groped over the right side of the temple, tackling four sentry posts along the way, and soon arrived under the outer wall of the small building.

The lights were on in the small building, but there was no one in sight.

"Let's go inside." I led the way until I reached the stone wall on the second floor.

Before I had that kind of adventure, I would never have imagined that there was such a terrifying scene inside the stone wall. Now, the stone wall is still half flat as a mirror and half uneven.

"Just destroy all the stone walls." Jian Rong said.

Her idea was straightforward, but too simple.

"Are you sure it's the right thing to do?" I asked.

Jian Rong put down his backpack and the first thing he took out was not an electric drill and a cutting machine, but dozens of soft ones*, each of which was more than half a meter long.

"You're going to blow it up, not cut it in a small area?" I asked.

Doing so would be tantamount to destroying the temple and there would be no other subsequent changes.

"Yes, this place is destroyed, and the Mogao Grottoes can be reborn. Long Fei, isn't what you've always wanted to do is to uncover the secrets of Cave 112? I'm helping you, I'm definitely not hurting you. The temple is a miracle of a large northern country and has nothing to do with the Chinese, while the Mogao Grottoes are a miracle of the Chinese, which is really related to the interests and losses of the Chinese. Jian Rong said awe-inspiringly.

Only extreme patriots can say that, in fact, all the cultural heritage of the planet belongs to all mankind, not to any one country.

Just by the country as a hero, Jian Rong's realm is still too superficial.

"I can't agree with you doing this, and it's hard for me to help." I can only express my opinion truthfully.

"I'll do it myself, I'll carry the notoriety alone, okay?" Jian Rong did not stop the movements of his hands.

I roughly estimate* the amount of use* is enough to blow up the entire stone wall with only one-third of it.

From the point of view of physics, when the stone wall is broken, those who are imprisoned behind can be saved, liberated one by one, and restored to a normal state of life.

From a metaphysical point of view, the result is completely opposite. The men were imprisoned in a strange state, and they had become one with the stone wall, like a giant silkworm in a cocoon. If the cocoons are forcibly torn apart, is it equivalent to pulling the seedlings to help them grow, and it will kill them instantly?

"Miss Jane, you'd better think twice, it's not a good idea!" I said it out loud.

I am very much against this brute-force hacking method, after blowing up the stone wall, it is impossible to recover, and the consequences caused are simply irreparable.

Jian Rong paused, as if considering my words.

"Miss Jane, if it was feasible to violently destroy the stone wall, Electric Falcon, Miyankov, and even the other leaders of the northern powers would have done it a long time ago, so why delay it so far? Their intelligence and the ability of their think tanks are many times higher than ours, and if they don't blow up, why should we blow up? You tell me? I continued to advise.

Jian Rong remained motionless, his body seemingly turning into a stiff sculpture.

I walked over and took the soft* from her hand, and to my surprise, her eyes were motionless and something was wrong.

"Miss Jane? Miss Jane? I screamed twice, but she ignored me.

I pressed the back of her hand and found that her body had lost its temperature and her skin had lost its elasticity.

"Miss Jane—" I could barely keep my composure, so I had to hold her in my arms and "move" her into the shadows on the second floor.

Jian Rong's state is about equivalent to "petrification", and in the end, even breathing, pulse, and heartbeat do not exist.

I screamed a dozen times in a row, and finally became convinced that she would never be able to answer me again.

This accident completely disrupted my steps, and I couldn't continue any work.

I packed up my backpack, picked up Jian Rong again, and prepared to evacuate.

As soon as I reached the staircase, four columns of searchlights came in, illuminating the first floor and the staircase as bright as day.

"Mr. Long, don't resist in vain, Mr. Miyankov please." Someone outside shouted hello.

I put down Jian Rong and walked down the stairs alone, facing the muzzles of dozens of black holes.

The pillar of light was too bright for me to see the figure behind the searchlight, let alone how many people were lying in ambush there.

"Alright." I threw my backpack on the ground.

If something happens to Jian Rong, even if I barely escape, it will make things worse.

"Please?" Someone ran up to me and surrounded me.

I took the initiative to stretch out my hands, and a pair of handcuffs and shackles quickly locked up.

Miyankov was still in the command post, looking very depressed.

"Mr. Long, how did you make it like this?" He whispered to me dissatisfied, "You killed my people, a dozen of my people are dead, how can this account be calculated?" ”

I shook my head: "Don't talk about that, something weirder just happened. ”

Jian Rong's unexpected situation made my mind a little confused, so I could not cope with Miyankov's inquiries, and I had to calm down for a while before I could reconsider the problem.

Miyankov wanted to say something more, but I slowly shook my head and signaled that I didn't want to talk any more.

"Get rid of those." I raised my hand.

Instead of refusing my request, Miyankov ordered his men to come in and remove all the handcuffs and shackles.

"Give me a quiet room, I need to be quiet." I said again.

This request was also met, and I was sent to a room with only a table and a camp bed.

I turned off the light, meditated cross-legged in the dark, and went into a meditative state.

Before Jian Rong lost consciousness, he had been tidying up*, preparing to blow up the stone wall.

I kept talking to her and trying to persuade her to cancel the plan.

At the time, there was no one next to us, and there was no unusual sound.

Of course, the stone wall was also silent, just like before.

"Did her soul leave her body?" I was suddenly alarmed.

Her appearance is very similar to the "soul separation" in metaphysics.

If it is true that the soul has left the body, then there is no use in any physical method, and it can only wait for the soul to come back automatically.

But how did it all happen?

We had clearly entered the second floor of the temple together, facing the stone wall together, and we had never been separated at all.

"If she also entered that mysterious space, would that be how it would behave?" My mind went one layer deeper.