The moment he saw the corpse of the guard, Wen Cheng's hands loosened, and the two plastic bags fell to the ground, and the buns quickly spilled out of the mouth of the bag and slowly rolled away.

The guards fell to the ground upside down, with five gunshot wounds, all of which fell on the back, and blood was still flowing down the slope, about to overflow to Wen Cheng's feet.

Wen Cheng was not surprised by the death of the guard.

Could it be that this place has already fallen?! He quickly dialed Yoo Jin's mobile phone number.

Toot, toot, toot, no one answered.

Damn, what happened to these three girls? It's answering the phone!

Wen Cheng scolded himself as he ran towards the tea garden, and when he reached the elevator entrance, there were footsteps in all directions.

"Don't move! Hands up!"

From the afterglow, it was twenty or thirty people in suits and sunglasses holding pistols slowly approaching with calm steps.

Wen Cheng slowly raised his hand, at this time he seemed to care about the sky, probably thinking about the beauty of the last reincarnation, he sighed towards the sky. Since it was the operators of the 19th Bureau who came to the rescue, as long as they didn't make any action at this time and explained the reason, they would probably not be embarrassed.

But this state only lasted five seconds.

Whether it is friend or foe, how is it possible to be at your mercy for such a thing?!

Wen Cheng glared at the sky with rage, summoned the light stripe gun and reflexively pulled the trigger, and before he could react, the agent had been pierced through his sunglasses by a small magic bullet, and a white burn became larger and larger in his right eye.

The agent took off his torn sunglasses, covered his eyes and screamed in pain, staggering back a few steps and falling, black smoke freeing up from his body.

Sure enough, it's the enemy! Wen Cheng fired a few shots forward, and immediately turned around and ran quickly in the direction of the elevator entrance, shooting as he ran, and for a while there were bullets flying in his ears.

A copper bullet pierced through the right flank, spinning out a blood-colored spiral and exploding a hole in the stomach the size of a cup.

Wen Cheng just gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound, he always kept his eyes on the elevator entrance, estimated the remaining ten meters, and threw a few shots back, such a counterattack was naturally futile.

I knew I should have come over last night...... Wen Cheng covered the wound in his abdomen and smiled bitterly, blood overflowed from his fingers, and his footsteps gradually slowed down, and the muzzles of dozens of black holes behind him were emitting heat.

The tea fields in the early morning were fragrant and refreshing, a gust of wind accompanied by bullets in his ears, coupled with a confused purple sand, Wen Cheng looked back, and the enemy was swept away without a trace.

Coupled with the fainting caused by blood loss, Wen Cheng only felt a blur in front of him, sat down slowly, and only calmed down after hearing the poet's footsteps and deep voice.

"Changji ......" Wen Cheng sat on the ground and looked blank, his eyes slowly returning to his senses.

"Wen Cheng, don't move yet." The poet in purple walked over, his voice as tranquil as his master.

Li He knelt down on one knee in front of Wen Cheng, put Zi Yanfei on the concrete floor beside him, let his long hair fall to his shoulders, unzipped Wen Cheng's sportswear, and ripped open the T-shirt on his abdomen.

"Su Meng......" Wen Cheng said in a weak voice.

"Little master, she's safe."

Li He then summoned a handful of lavender-scented purple sand from the palm of his left hand, and first twisted it with his right hand and sprinkled it on the bloody wound, which made the pale-faced Wen Cheng look painful.

Wen Cheng didn't make a painful sound, but gritted his teeth and continued to mumble, "Liu ......"

"Wen Cheng," the poet smiled at him, "the contemptible people have just come out of the ground, and the chaos is only happening on the top floors, and there is no movement with Liu Zhen and the others for the time being."

Li He stared at Wen Cheng's face, waited for his complexion to soothe a little, and then sprinkled it layer by layer after getting used to the pain in his abdomen, and finally pressed it lightly with his hand to zip his sportswear.

"I'm sorry Wen Cheng, that's all the contemptible can do, but fortunately, the bleeding has stopped."

Wen Cheng opened his trance-like eyes, his expression slowly recovered, and he found that the poet was holding his long sword and looking at the sky in the distance, the morning breeze had unfurled his purple robe like a flag, and Wen Cheng had two bags of buns at his feet.

"Changji, thank you......" Wen Cheng slowly stood up holding his abdomen.

"Wen Cheng, it's the contemptible who should say thank you," the poet looked back and smiled warmly, "but the contemptible can't stay here for too long, I'll leave it to you next, come on."

Knowing that the boy in front of him was so badly injured, the poet threw a firm smile at him.

Wen Cheng, who was angry, nodded vigorously.

"That...... Changji." Wen Cheng stretched out his hand to his back.

"What's wrong?"

"Breakfast...... Have you eaten it......" Wen Cheng gritted his teeth and let out a guilty sound.

"I didn't eat it, leave it to them," Li He walked back to the door of the tea garden and picked up a dusty bun on the ground, wiped it with his cuffs, took a bite and nodded with satisfaction, "Well, it tastes good." The poet waved his hand and turned his back, "Well, that's it."

Wen Cheng pursed his lips of self-blame, and the reason for self-blame was not the past.

"Changji......" Wen Cheng stopped him again.

"Say it, Wen Cheng."

"If you can, there's one more thing I want to trouble you......" Wen Cheng lowered his head and muttered.

"Please, give it to the contemptible people." The poet nodded and strode away.

Wen Cheng sent away the purple back, then quickly walked into the elevator and took out the visitor card and swiped it, and soon came to the 122nd floor underground.

The underground corridors were more like wartime shelters, with dim flickering lighting, and the gunfire upstairs subsided a lot, with occasional rumbling tremors. The ventilation system seemed to be intact, but the wounds in his body made his forehead feverish, coupled with the residual pain in his chest and the dull and crowded crowd shuttling, Wen Cheng quickly sweated profusely.

The entrance to the tea plantation used by Wen Cheng was just one of the passages of the large underground fortress, usually reserved for magicians, and it can be inferred from this that the attack on Ryu Zhen was still going on. Wen Cheng was familiar with the smell of darkness hidden in this underground corridor, and he took a calm step to sweep the scrutinizing eyes along the way.

The hidden enemy was in the midst of them, and with a cold look, he in turn tortured them with his eyes.

This suspicion intensified when Wen Cheng walked to the door of Liu Zhen's room.

"Don't move, raise your hands." The agent in charge raised his gun and shouted at Wen Cheng.

"I'm Yoo Jin's classmate, and I'm here to deliver breakfast." Wen Cheng shook the two plastic bags and said such a laughing and crying fact.

"Hands up!" The agents yelled at him, and the agents at the door raised their guns and pointed them at Wen Cheng.

There is a 1% chance that they are enemies, but the companions of the dignified guardians are not treated like this, do you still take Yoo Jin seriously?

Presumably rejected the military's proposal, and even the Nineteenth Bureau couldn't save face, and it was clear at a glance how much the Guardian was snubbed.

Anger was quietly growing, Wen Cheng put down the plastic bag and raised his gun to confront him without fear.

"Put down your gun!" The lead agent yelled at him.

Wen Cheng was unmoved, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly pointed at the agent's forehead.

"It's you who put down the gun!" A reprimand from the girl came from inside, and the door was opened.

Even such a shrill cry sounded extremely reassuring.

"Yes!" The agents lowered their guns.

"Yoo Jin, it's okay if you're okay."

After saying this, Wen Cheng put away the gun, endured the pain in his abdomen and forced a smile, walked into the door as if no one was around, and with a click, Liu Zhen closed the door for him behind him.

"Why are you here so early......" Ryu Zhen gave him a blank look.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Wen Cheng asked at the same time.

"I ......" both replied to each other, blushing at the same time.

There was an awkward silence in the living room for ten seconds, each waiting for the other to speak first.

"Hey." Wearing pink pajamas, Liu Zhen leaned behind the door and watched Wen Cheng's back, watching him slowly put the plastic bag on the coffee table, lay down on the sofa and unload the backpack, and then covered his stomach and gasped.

"Are you hurt?" Liu Zhen ran over quickly, and was about to pull down the zipper of the sportswear, but he grabbed his hand, and Liu Zhen quickly retracted his hand again.

"It's okay, Changji has already helped me stop the bleeding, it's good to rest," Wen Cheng shook his head with a smile, sat up straight again, and pointed to the coffee table, "Eat it while it's hot."

"I'll call a doctor for you." Yoo Jin picked up his phone.

"Wait, find someone you can trust."

"Understood." Liu Zhen, who was wearing pink pajamas, quickly tapped on the screen of his mobile phone without raising his head.

Obviously the mobile phone is nearby, why don't you always answer the phone? Oh, I was wearing pajamas, so I thought I was sleeping...... Wait, pajamas?!

Wen Cheng looked at the unkempt hair of the lesbian table in pajamas, and his lazy eyes just cast over, "Okay, the doctor will come over soon...... Feed! What do you think I'm doing?"

"Nothing ......"

"Ahh Yoo Jin, who realized that something was wrong, suddenly covered his chest and ran into the room.

The weather is so nice today.

After a while, Liu Zhen changed into a sweater and a pleated skirt, and the pantyhose were not put on, but instead of smooth and white legs and safety pants, he sat down next to Wen Cheng with his skirt, but left a space that was one person wide.

"Are they still sleeping?" Wen Cheng asked.

"It's really you, don't look down on them......" Liu Zhen took a small bite of the bun and glanced at Wen Cheng again.

"Ryu Zhen, although it is not appropriate to do this, but I think it is better to call them up, and we will transfer to the committee."

"No, no, no."

"Liu Zhen, I'm really worried about you."

"It's okay, it's okay for Su Meng and Xiaozhu to go out with you later." Liu Zhen rolled his eyes and smiled evilly.

That's right......

"Oh, that's fine, then you don't have to transfer."

"You!" Liu Zhen glared at Wen Cheng and took a bite of the bun in his hand very hard.

However, the tension inside the underground fortress is still suffocating, so let's get back to business.

"It's okay if you don't evacuate, but you have to strengthen your guard."

"I still need to say that the TV station has not been destroyed, the riots have just subsided, most of the cadres remain in the headquarters, and Director Fan is also sitting downstairs, and I have also explained the identification of wrists, so it's not a big problem." Ryu Jin cooperated to regain her composure.

"It looks like things are better than expected."

"How can it be ......" Liu Zhen sighed, "The military is under pressure, and this nineteen rounds won't help me, and no one will pay attention to me now, just waiting to see the joke."

Yes, Lord Guardian, your prestige has fallen to its lowest point.

But Liu Zhen, no matter how things develop, I will stand by you.

Belief is not used, Wen Cheng just stares at the girl's side face with gentle eyes.

"Ryu Zhen, let's put aside the plan of action, I have a very big idea."