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The chill from head to toe, his rotten life was counted in seconds from now on, until the moment he faced the muzzle of the gun.

He never had a gun for a long time, and now he didn't regret it, the gun didn't allow him to escape the call of death, the biggest effect was that it could make him struggle for a few more seconds, he would rather regret that he wasn't Lu Hang.

The door slammed shut, as if one more shot had been fired, and the door was so shaken that it was sprinkled with light ash, and the door immediately seemed cold, and it had become the door of death.

He leaned against the door and slid down the wall, sat in the cold, looked at the pillars of the country unconscious on the hospital bed through the delicate sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, tried to laugh like he once did, and failed!

The corridor was long, and it seemed that there were countless doors, but this door must be the door of death; The patient in this ward is the messenger of death.

He was still obsessed with why he couldn't smile anymore, he had faced death before, and he had never been so confused.

The footsteps of the Grim Reaper stopped outside the door: "It should be the devil who guards the door!" Definitely! ”

Boom - a noticeable kick that even the walls around the door frame fell with dust, like a death knell.

Boom - the second impact, more powerful than the previous one, the bolt of the door has been broken, the door frame has been cracked, like a gap in the sky.

A few seconds later, under the sound of heavy blows and shattering, the door of death exploded, and the death messengers flashed into the darkness outside the door, every face was paper, every face was Zhong Kui, and the black line grimaces with pale backgrounds were set off strangely clear by the darkness of the corridor, as if they had no body but a face, diluting the muzzle of each gun under the darkness. They didn't move, they didn't enter the door, and the silence became a picture of death.

The commander of the incomatose Einsatzgruppen was strangled by a black-clad traitor by the neck and stopped in front of him, his gun pointed at the back of the unconscious man's head, ready to be fired.

"You want to save people, don't you? It's a pity I can't give him to you! This sentence was said by the traitor unusually calmly.

"X, your mother's Einsatzgruppen deaf, I said I don't want to die!" At the same time as saying this, the traitor suddenly became hysterical, screaming like a curse, and the sound was hideous.

However, the image remained still, and he received no answer.

Pop - the sound of gunfire without warning shook the picture, and Zhong Kui's mask outside the door subconsciously flashed to both sides, pressing against the walls on both sides of the door.

The muzzle of the gun in the traitor's hand diffused a faint smoke, and the unconscious man's right ear was blasted out of a red hole, and blood began to flow, dripping on the traitor's black shirt. The pale face behind the sunglasses finally laughed, and there was no freehand at all, only anger.

There was finally an answer in the hallway: "Let him go, we can spare you a cheap life!" ”

The traitor continued to hysterical: "you! There's a kind of blasting Lao Tzu and you earless waste captains into a sieve right now! Come on! Stand up and hoe rape! Lao Tzu also wants to see what his heart has become! ”

The blood was still dripping, and the white on the traitor's chest was already bright red, like a bullet.

Just because they chose the wrong starting time, Zhong Kui and the others were in a dilemma in the dark corridor, and there was not much time for them to waste, either rush in recklessly now, or evacuate immediately, but both options seemed to mean that the action failed, and making a decision between the two failed options was like hesitation in the way of suicide before committing suicide.

The dog traitor used his left arm to hold the unconscious man in front of him, leaning against the corner of the ward and pale. He is a murderer, he is a rescuer, he is a hijacker, and at the same time he is a hijacker, the coldness of reality makes him lost, this ward is like a white box with no way out, forcing him to find his true self, forcing him to choose repentance and curse.

For some species, the smell of death can be smelled, Lu Hang can smell this smell, there is always this smell in the hospital, but now it is stronger, not only because the bed in front of him that is used to top the door has been soaked in blood, and the body on the hospital bed has long been turned into a corpse. He had no interest in considering the true meaning of death, and professional habits forced him to think about the next proposition.

At first, he thought that the dog traitor would definitely become a corpse, but the last gunshot, and the silence after the gunshot, made Lu Hang overturn this idea. The Einsatzgruppen pretending to be ghosts was still in the corridor and did not withdraw, indicating that they had not yet realized their ideals, indicating that someone had caused trouble and was still alive, this person could only be the traitor, and the traitor's ** who sought to survive would even be appreciated by the devil.

Zhang Fugui is a traitor, but he is a friend; Are Einsatzgruppen allies? But they are Zhong Kui now! I'm an eight-way, but now I'm a detective team. The chaotic logic did not disrupt Lu Hang's choice, he was a killer, and the way of judging the enemy was ruthless and simple, only looking at who the other party's gun was pointing at, no need to ask who misunderstood whom, no matter who apologized, he could only apologize to whose grave!

The beds were removed, the doors were gently opened, and the killers were black from head to toe, lining the white walls colder and the blood brighter.

Three or four gunshots in a row echoed in the long corridor, and Zhong Kui, who was guarding the end of the corridor and was guarding the crack in the door, was shot in the back and lay down, the blood spread quickly on the ground, slowly overflowing from under the crack in the door, and was darkened by the sunlight outside the door.

Then there was a series of rapid fire at the T-shaped corner of the corridor, and the bullet casings fell on the stone brick floor with great crispness, and they kept jumping, and those Zhong Kui, who were hesitating near a certain ward, rushed into the other wards on both sides of the corridor in a panic to dodge.

Another corpse of Zhong Kui was added to the corridor, and the killer flashed back to the corner and leaned against the wall to change the magazine, no longer probing, but reloading the empty magazine one by one, not reloading quickly, each bullet snapping into the clear sound, clicking evenly spaced like a pendulum second by second.

Whether it is retreating or rushing, it is necessary to kill this new factor that threatens the corridor, Zhong Kui quickly calmed down, and gestured to each other through the corridor in the ward door, asking if anyone had a grenade, and then a grenade was vigorously thrown out along the corridor, rolling rapidly, accompanied by a graceful jump that hit the hard and smooth ground, until it completely became a slide on the corridor floor.

After the detonation, the T-shaped corner was gray, and the two Zhong Kui rushed out, each sticking to both sides of the corridor, and rushed parallel to the corner of the corridor with guns.

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Because of the hesitation of whether to retreat, it led to the appearance of another black-clothed traitor, who disappeared into the hospital after killing two and injuring one, and after quickly searching several spaces within the range, he realized the ruthless passage of time, how precious every second was, and then made up his mind to retreat immediately, more than a dozen Zhong Kui divided into two teams and ran in the corridor in reverse, half of them panicked to the front door, and half hurriedly exited towards the backyard.

It was late, outside the hospital, the whistle was endlessly croaking, the detective team was hurrying on the bicycles, the gendarmerie patrol motorcycles had appeared on the street within sight, and a patrol police team who happened to be nearby were hurrying to the hospital gate and back door, even if they came out half a minute early, it was not like this.

There are not many patrols, and there is still the last chance to break out, and the leaders of Zhong Kui finally made a decisive decision, give up the breakout, occupy the hospital, and concentrate all the survivors in the hospital as hostages, and become killers before being killed.

In the sun, the stone walls were gray and tiled, and the plaster flag hanging from the hospital was still unmoved by the wind, like a drooping robe, lifeless white and red.

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