One of the sanitation workers took the lead and went out, followed by the others.

At this moment, about half of the sanitation people were out of the toilet, and they all bypassed Harry and walked towards the corridor outside the toilet.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the crowd tried to leave, but the last few who were about to go out stopped to look at Harry.

One of them had an eerie blue glow in his eyes, and the blue light came out from under the black contact lenses.

At this moment, it was obvious that these people were wearing contact lenses, and this one seemed to have a hint of murderous intent.

Harry took a step back in fright, and a bad feeling came to him.

"What about this man?" said the glowing Sanitation immediately.

"Didn't this person say that he was a criminal and was killed to reduce his sentence to be a laborer, so he returned to the essence of a prisoner, right?

Looking at the flames, Harry was startled and hurriedly said, "No, no, no, I'm a good person. I'm such a good person, I'm wrongfully sentenced to prison. ”

"Miscalculation?" the three of them murmured as they met each other.

Only the one with the fire in his hand continued to move forward without stopping, and the man was getting closer and closer to Harry.

Once again, Harry's mind was in the midst of a storm, and a whole bunch of explainable words burst out of his mind.

But Harry didn't even have time to say a word, and the other stopped the one with the fire and said, "Wait a minute, ask him if he is familiar with the terrain?"

"The terrain is here? familiar, it couldn't be more familiar. Harry said, like grasping at a life-saving straw.

Even if you don't know at the moment, you can only say this, otherwise you will be finished as soon as you catch fire.

"He's familiar with the terrain, so it stands to reason that he's really a D-class. So I'm sure I've worked here, and if we're familiar with the terrain, we'll definitely be able to use him. I'll take him first, what do you think?" someone stepped forward, except for new attention.

Of course, Harry kept nodding, and the moment the flames disappeared, Harry's heart blossomed.

"Listen, my name is Stan. You don't play any tricks with me now, and I don't care if you're a real prisoner or not. If you can help us get out of here, you'll be fine. On the other hand, if not, I promise to take your last breath with me before I die. Do you understand?", said the man named Stan.

Harry nodded like garlic, and it was better to be alive than anything.

The four in the toilet found themselves struggling for a long time and began to walk out of the hallway.

Harry follows Stan, who walks at the end of the pack.

From the toilet to the hallway, through the center of the hallway is the hall.

At this moment, the sanitation guards were sticking to the wall in a long way, one following the other, and only the first one poked their heads out.

Harry was still thinking about how to escape, and Stan took Harry's hand and pressed it against the wall.

Stan gripped hard, and Harry had no choice but to do so.

Looking at the sanitation worker at the front, he turned his head and whispered: "There is one of us talking on the stage, I can't hear what he says, but it looks very miserable." Where is everyone's attention, on us?"

"There were our people on the stage, and they looked miserable. No one notices us, are we on?"

"Our people seem to be miserable on stage?"

"Above our people, are we up?"

The words were whispered to us, and by the time they got to Stan, they had shrunk to a sentence and a half.

Everyone nodded their heads one after another, and they all began to agree with the first statement.

At this moment, Harry had another thought, another idea of whether or not to tell the truth.

But thoughts can only be thoughts after all, even if you really have a way to take this group of people out, you really don't know what will happen to you. There are good people in it, and now Stan, who is pulling himself, can be considered half a good person after saving himself. But there are obviously bad people in there too, and the one who can catch fire at the moment is not far away.

Harry was still thinking about something, and Stan was already pulling himself forward.

At this moment, the sanitation personnel all rushed to the hall, and none of them hesitated.

Harry followed at the end of the group, and everything was clearly visible.

Flames, water waves, ground shattering, plants and vines leaping out, and what appeared in front of him was simply beyond Harry's comprehension. Harry had seen a lot of various abilities of the test subject, but this was the first time Harry had seen this kind of dozen or so working together.

The flame that had planned to burn him to death instantly formed two walls of fire, directly blocking the sight of all the deans and hall staff.

At this moment, in the eyes of others, only two flames could be seen rushing out of the sky, and there was no way to know how many people in the flame path were moving forward.

The path formed by the flames was two meters high, and the tallest one was also encased in it. But the inside of the flames was clearly scorching. At this time, a little bit of water rippled around everyone, and the burning sensation dropped in an instant.

The ability of fire and water to form such a perfect fit was beyond Harry's comprehension.

Harry even had the idea of cultivating test subjects one by one. If you don't combine the previous test subjects individually, you may be able to bring an incomprehensible effect.

At this moment, Harry was thinking about his Sixty-Three Institute, all the test subjects were well-behaved. However, under very well-behaved conditions, these test subjects are relatively weak in their ability to be comfortable. If two ordinary people can become powerful when they are bundled together, then can they become powerful in disguise?

Two more sanitation workers both shot, and one sanitation cracked the ground with a two-handed hammer.

Originally, there were this chair and the dean in the flame path, and they all cracked apart like two sides.

Beneath the scattered cracks, another walked close to the ground, and a large pile of vines wound out of the shattered ground.

The terrain suddenly became uneven, restricting the dean's escape, and then the vines wrapped around it, directly confined the people in place.

In the flame pathway, the abbot who sat in the flame path was tied up, and the flame path extended to the apostle who was speaking in the center of the hall.

This kind of coordination can be described as perfect, but in the next second, the glass above the head all shattered.

As if prepared, ropes hung from the ceiling above.

Harry knew that the turtle in the urn was about to begin.

The armed men were hung down from the sky by ropes, and the real guns and ammunition in their hands were mercilessly strafing the ground.

The bullet pierced through the wall of flames and through the water and struck Harry in front of him.

Because Harry was standing at the end, the group of armed men had just fallen. Haven't aimed at yourself yet, so there are no injuries.