It was pitch black under the stage, and Fisher pulled Zhao Ya and stumbled. Zhao Ya's wrist was dragged painfully, but she knew that this was not the time to be squeamish, so she gritted her teeth and held back.

A wall appears in front of you.

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief, and when the stage was built, there was one side against the wall. He didn't have time to look carefully when he landed just now, so he could only move forward by feeling, and fortunately there was no mistake. Outside, the roaring gunshots rang out, and on the thin steel plate that hit the stage, craters with the size of bowls immediately appeared. The lights above the stage shone on the crater, forming arm-thick pillars of light.

Fisher didn't hesitate, his palm pressed against the wall.

The silvery liquid metal crept into the wall, and a large hole appeared in the hard metal wall silently, but it did not penetrate it.

Knock knock, a straight chain of bullets snaking towards their location from a distance, pillars of light sharply approaching them. The corners of Fisher's eyes jumped, and without saying a word, he grabbed Zhao Ya, drilled into the hole in the wall, arched his back, and suddenly exerted his strength.

Rumble!

Iron filings splashed, his back was light, Fisher was happy, and he and Zhao Ya rolled backwards.

They broke through the wall and came to the room on the other side of the wall. There was no light in the room, and Fisher didn't know where it was, but he knew he needed to get out of here right away.

Pop, pop, and suddenly there was applause in the darkness.

A hoarse and deep voice sounded: "Sure enough, it's Fisher!" Good means! If it weren't for today's limited time, I would definitely have a conversation with you next. It's a pity ......"

The word "pity" had not yet dissipated in the air, and the hairs behind Fisher stood up suddenly.

Without a moment's hesitation, a silver fluid shield spread out behind him.

Bite!

With a crisp crashing sound, the flames burst out, and with the help of this force, Fisher pulled Zhao Ya and rushed towards the side forward.

The moment he landed, he wrapped Zhao Ya in liquid metal, and after getting up, he protected Zhao Ya behind him.

There are two people on the other side!

Fisher's mind was spinning, and the other party had already set his hands on this place, obviously deliberately forcing them here. There is only one purpose for this week, and that is to capture Miss Zhao Ya alive!

The man with a low voice just now spoke again: "I have only admired Miss Zhao Ya for a long time, and I asked Miss Zhao to stay in the cold house for a few days, and there is no malice." You need to know that the sword has no eyes, and if it hurts Miss Zhao, wouldn't it hurt the harmony......"

Fisher knew it was a deliberate interference to create an opportunity for the other person. He listened intently, his eyes searched carefully in the darkness, he was in danger right now, but if he could hold on, reinforcements would arrive in a few minutes.

Bang, the lights turned on without warning, and the bright lights illuminated the room, which also made the unsuspecting Fisher's eyes white.

Oops! Hit the trick!

Fisher, who couldn't see anything, could only hold up the liquid metal as a large shield in front of him. The other person lurking in the slash just now was extremely good at melee combat.

Zhao Ya behind Fisher's face turned pale, she was too afraid to close her eyes just now, but avoided the blindness caused by the sudden illumination of the light.

She was horrified to see a tall, lanky man, with a dagger stuck in the ground in front of her, a gas mask on his face, and an oddly shaped gun in his hand, the muzzle of which sprayed white mist, rolling towards them.

Another man, also wearing a gas mask, stood at the switch of the light, staring at her coldly. The gaze was cold to the bone, without half a minute of temperature, and looking at her was like looking at a lifeless stone.

Fisher reacted extremely quickly, the expected attack did not come, and the faint sound of hissing air was caught in his ears.

Anesthetic gas!

The liquid metal in his body all faded from his body, and the silver shield in front of him seemed to open his arms, enveloping him and Zhao Ya, and then turned into a fully enclosed silver cocoon.

His spirit was suddenly in a trance, not good, just now he unknowingly smelled a trace of anesthetic gas.

The two people in the room looked at the silver cocoon turned by the liquid metal and shook for a while, and they knew that the anesthetic gas worked. If it weren't for capturing Zhao Ya alive, they wouldn't need to make so much effort.

Fisher bit his tongue hard, and the pain cleared his mind slightly.

When it's time to go desperately!

The silver cocoon suddenly burst open, turning into countless sharp metal thorns the thickness of chopsticks and bursting out in all directions, boom, countless sharp whistling sounds gathered together, shocking, and a steel storm swept across the room.

The man holding the anesthetic gas gun, his vision blocked by the anesthetic gas, and when he reacted, poof, several sharp metal piercings sank into his body. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was covered with silver metal thorns, like a hedgehog, and the most deadly thing was at the center of his eyebrows, where a metal thorn was almost half-submerged.

His eyes widened with disbelief as blood snaked down his back and he fell on his back.

The man standing in front of the light switch had several metal thorns stuck in his body, and he protected the vital points, and there was no major problem. When he saw his companion full of silver thorns falling to the ground and dying, his eyes were split, and he cried out in grief: "Lao Liu! ”

Fisher's appearance was no better, his face was pale and his eyes were dark. The explosion just now was beyond his brain control, and he felt like his head was almost about to explode.

He mustered up the last remaining strength, grabbed Zhao Ya, and threw it towards the door.

"Run!"

Zhao Ya slammed into the door, the door collapsed, and she directly led people out of the door. Zhao Ya, who was a little groggy because of inhaling a trace of anesthetic gas, suddenly woke up under the severe pain. She struggled to get up, her cloak emanating from the image of a goddess, her high heels long ago unknown where to leave them, and she ran barefoot along the corridor desperately.

The remaining man did not pursue Zhao Ya, raised a pistol of astonishing size in his hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Fisher, and pulled the trigger.

Bang, Fisher's head bursts like a watermelon.

The headless corpse fell limply to the ground.

The man ripped off the gas mask on his face, and his Chinese character face looked extremely hideous at this time, with fierce eyes and the word "sin" tattooed on his cheek. He carried his favorite weapon, a large-caliber pistol, the famous [Cold Hammer].

[Cold Hammer], 44 cm long, weighing 9.6 kg, thick and heavy, from the famous pistol master Qiu Li. Doped with special metals, it can carry high-power energy bursts, and the power is stronger than that of conventional rifles, and each shot is like a heavy hammer, comparable to a hand-held cannon. The most wonderful thing is that its barrel does not overheat, so it is called [Cold Hammer].

The power of the [Cold Hammer] is powerful, the rate of fire is amazing, but the weight is much heavier than the average pistol, and the strong recoil also puts forward harsh requirements for the user, only those gunners with outstanding strength and good pistol skills can exert its power.

He spent a lot of money to buy it, loved it very much, and never left his gun.

Killing Fisher with one shot, he only felt indescribably happy, strode out of the room, and walked towards Zhao Ya in front.

Zhao Ya was very scared, the long corridor, at a glance, saw the end, there were doors on both sides, she didn't know which room had a passage, she didn't know which room someone could save herself.

She stumbled forward, passing a room where she pushed the door hard, but it didn't move.

At the other end of the hallway, the man walked unhurriedly with a gun, like a demon in hell.

"Help!"

"Who's going to save me!"

No response, no one, no one in every room.

At the end of the hallway, in the last room, she pushed, the door was locked, and there was no one.

Zhao Ya didn't shout anymore, she looked at the demon who was constantly approaching her, pulled her messy hair, and asked, "Who are you?" You want money? I pay you, double! ”

The man who came over had a sneer on his face: "Run, why don't you run?" ”

Zhao Ya pretended to be calm: "What about my proposal, what currency do you need?" Make an offer! ”

"Offer?" The man's face suddenly became hideous, and he grabbed Zhao Ya's hair and was hysterical: "You guys are very rich, aren't you?" Hahaha, now I know I'm scared? Isn't there money? Can money save you? Come on, come on! ”

Zhao Ya's hair was torn so painfully that tears were about to flow down, but she knew that at this time, any begging for mercy was useless, but would only stimulate the tyranny in the other party's heart.

She bit her lip so hard.

"My brother is dead, you know? Do you know that my brother is dead? ”

He pulled Zhao Ya's hair violently, pulling Zhao Ya closer to him, and then held down Zhao Ya's head and slammed it on the door next to him.

Bang, the door slammed open.

In the dark room, a figure stood silently in the shadows, and the corridor light dispelled the darkness, revealing the silhouette of an emaciated figure.

Someone!

The man's pupils contracted suddenly, and the hairs on his back stood up instantly.

Across the door, he didn't even catch any breath.

Almost instinctively, he grabbed Zhao Ya's throat with his left hand, blocking Zhao Ya's body in front of him, and raised the [Cold Hammer] in his hand with the other hand!

Long Cheng didn't expect to be so unlucky, and the door was slammed open. Through the door, he had already understood the general situation, but he didn't mean to meddle, just waited for the aftermath to leave quietly. But I never expected that the other party would knock open the door.

The murderous intent in the man's eyes was instantly captured by Long Cheng, and a strong danger rose to his heart, and when he was about to raise his pistol, Long Cheng moved.

Stepping, twisting the waist, twisting the hips, palming, and stabbing.

Zhao Ya found that there was someone in the room, and before she could see the other party's figure clearly, there was a flower in front of her, like a breeze. Her half-closed eyes in the shadows swirled with a deep, obscure light, drawing a faint streak of light in her vision.

An indifferent face appeared in front of her without warning.

The next moment, the sharp pain in her right shoulder made her almost faint, her eyes wide in horror, her face as pale as paper, and her mouth wide open but no sound sounded.

A slender arm, like a steel drill, pierced her right shoulder.

The palm that pierced her shoulder grabbed the man's throat.

The sharp pain that had never been felt before made Zhao Ya's consciousness begin to blur, and there was a clicking sound behind her, as if it was the sound of bones shattering.

The arm was withdrawn from her shoulder, and the intense pain caused her to let out a scream, losing her support, and falling to the ground. The man behind her also fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhao Ya was paralyzed on the ground and struggled weakly, and the indescribable fear made Zhao Ya's whole body cold and her brain blank. A pair of washed and yellowed old white sneakers and fat and ill-fitting army green trousers caught her eye. She had seen similar attire on the construction workers and farmers. Obviously, the light at the door was bright, and it was blurry for some reason when it hit the man, but it made the shadow behind him darker and deeper.

The other party did not stop, did not check the results, as if doing a trivial thing, the old white sneakers stepped over her.

"Your brother is dead, you can go and accompany him."

A fluctuating cold whisper, unable to hear joy or sorrow.

Zhao Ya's consciousness began to blur, and she vaguely heard that the other party did not stay, and the empty and silent corridor echoed with footsteps, vaguely far away.