He shouldn't have been allowed to continue.

Sukhoi's mind was full of such frustrated thoughts. To guide Saiwei's rectum of thinking, in fact, it is enough to rely on the advantage of numbers from the beginning, although it will seem overbearing, but the advantage of the right to speak brought by the number of people is enough to make up for it. It's just that Xiang Nanxing's reaction just now was too surprising, and Sukhoi himself wanted to win better, so he unknowingly left room for him to turn around.

And he missed the opportunity to interrupt or provoke.

Opposite him, Xiang Nanxing's expression already carried a bit of provocation. He did have reason to be proud, Sukhoi thought hatefully, because he had won the bet after all.

"Wait, that loud bang isn't ......"

"Shut up!"

Ye Hua wanted to explain, but Sukhoi glared at him fiercely and stopped the stupid things he was about to say next. It's not a bore, it's a concussion bomb, so what will Saiwei think? Do you think that since you didn't fire this gun, why do you know so much? After all, because of Xiang Nanxing's words, what they suspected at this time was here!

If you are a person who has a certain understanding of firearms, even if you don't know such a thing as a concussion bomb, you will at least know what the "explosion" is all about. If that shot was really an explosion, Xiang Nanxing's injuries at this time would definitely not be the same as they are now, and the sound of the explosion would never be as deafening as it was just now.

But these two people just don't know anything about firearms.

Not only Xiang Nanxing, but at this time, Sukhoi only needs to recall what the two looked like when they first appeared, and it is not difficult to come to the same conclusion. The only firearm on the two was a pistol, which was the simplest weapon and didn't require much skill to use. Judging from the random movement of Saiguang holding a pistol at that time, he was not good at using this.

And Sai Wei simply held a knife, from this point of view, it is enough to show that he is weaker in terms of firearms.

In the absence of relevant knowledge, they can only rely on logic to judge whether what others say is true. If Ye Hua came forward to clarify at this time, explain the correct meaning of the explosion and point out the situation of the shock bomb...... Although what he said was correct, it was only an isolated fact, and there was no relevant evidence to support it, and they would eventually believe Xiang Nanxing's version more.

"This guy not only noticed the weakness over there, but was able to make up a story like this on an improvised basis......

Sukhoi stared at Xiang Nanxing tightly, but he couldn't think of a suitable opening sentence for a while. Xiang Nanxing's story seems to have a lot of loopholes at first glance, but the worst thing is that it is interlocking, and judging from the results, it really rounded him up.

Nangong Qian had a motive to shoot, but it didn't succeed - which is more convincing than a direct defense that she didn't fight. The most critical of these is Xiang Nanxing's misinterpretation of the word "explosive", which happened to fit the loud noise at the time and the various injuries on the two of them, and hit the weakness of the brothers. This crucial gambling success made the whole set of statements several times more credible at once.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Saivi's eyes were staring at Sukhoi, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burst out of his eyes. Obviously, for Xiang Nanxing's set of explanations, he accepted all the orders.

Nangong Qian, who wanted to kill herself, was hateful, but she was an attempt after all, and because of the "explosion", she was injured, which was considered to be deserved. But the guys who actually shot were even more hateful, they didn't even have a slightly defensible reason like Nangong Qian, they just didn't want to grab their supply boxes here.

Although he was injured and unable to move, his younger brother Saiguang was already in a fight-ready position. He stood in front of the sofa where his brother was sitting, staring at his prey like a tiger about to emerge from the cage, and slowly walked forward. And the first target he chose was naturally Sukhoi.

On Sukhoi's side, Chris is too immature and not yet developed, his hands and feet are as slender as matchsticks, and he is not even qualified to be a shield in front of the muscular Saiguang. And although Ye Hua still firmly restrained Xiang Nanxing, because the latter began to struggle, the two were now in a stalemate, and no one could move.

As a result, Sukhoi is almost equivalent to facing Saiguang alone. In other words, each has its own equipment, and in the case of guns against knives, he has to weigh it at such a distance between the two, not to mention that it is more beneficial to the opponent who is a master of martial arts now.

"I think I might as well wait until I get out, at least give me a chance to defend myself." He said slowly, "I can refute Xiang Nanxing's flawed statement, and I can also prove that the shot was not fired by our side at that time, but the premise is that I must return to the scene." ”

Facing Saiguang's approaching fist, he never raised his hands, and he didn't even shake the expression on his face.

"I think if I see those traces, his lies will be self-defeating, and it will be useless for me to say anything before that." Sukhoi's tone suddenly became stern, "But if at that time, you still stick to the current point of view, then even if there is a fight, we are happy to accompany you!" Who's afraid of whom! ”

He shouted, his eyes wide as he met Saiguang's eyes that seemed to be on fire. However, his hands still hung obediently at the sides of his thighs, expressing his reluctance to go to war at this time.

"Alright, Xiaoguang."

Saiwei's voice sounded just in time as he expected. Although Saiguang could see that his anger had not subsided, he retreated according to his brother's orders. Although the atmosphere here is still tense, because of this temporary agreement, at least there is no need to worry about fighting immediately.

So, Mr. Matsumoto, it seems that your expectations of our infighting are not so easy to fulfill. Xiang Nanxing wordlessly mocked the host who was not present, but at the same time, he secretly said regret in his heart, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity because if he really fights with Sukhoi, then Ye Hua here will definitely have to help, and he will at least be able to escape from these iron pincer-like hands, so that he won't be pinched and hurt all over his body.

But fortunately, Saiwei's choice at this time means that they still prefer to believe their own explanations, and Sukhoi's approach also proves that he can't think of a good way to deal with it for a while, so he can only delay. That way, at least for two hours, he didn't have to worry too much about the threat it posed.

Thinking of this, Xiang Nanxing's gaze couldn't help but sweep over the LCD screen that displayed the time. The conflict felt like a long time to him, but the real time was probably only about ten minutes - just as he thought this, his pupils contracted sharply at the sight of the numbers on the LCD screen.

"What's going on!" He said in a lost voice. Ye Hua didn't know why, but subconsciously aggravated the hand that pressed on his shoulder, making him almost kneel in pain.

Sukhoi turned his head suspiciously, followed his gaze, and suddenly, he also showed a surprised expression.

"How so!" He could barely believe his eyes.

At least ten minutes had passed, and the two-hour countdown should have been less than an hour and fifty minutes left, but what he saw at this time was the words 1:59:42.

Only eighteen seconds have passed since such a conflict? How can it be! The only explanation is that the time display here is not "hour: minute: second" as they understand it, but the last two digits are directly "hour: minute", and the first optimistic estimate is also "day".

That is, according to this countdown, they are actually going to be here for two whole days, forty-eight hours!

"Damn, isn't this a trick!" Chris was indignant, "The two hours that I said were good, but after I got here, I directly magnified it into two days, so is it also a host!" ”

Sukhoi held his chin: "Don't mess around, think about it first." ”

He frowned and looked around, and added: "The host's words always count, and this countdown may not have any reference meaning, but we can't accurately grasp the time." Let's wait and see. ”

He simply sat down on a sofa and took a resting posture. Then he beckoned to Ye Hua, who let go of Xiang Nanxing and sat down on the sofa next to him, his eyes slightly closed, which was considered to be recuperating.

"Hell, I don't know how to be polite to the wounded."

Xiang Nanxing complained dissatisfiedly, and while moving his sore shoulders, he also found a sofa to sit down. He was really startled when he saw the display just now, but as Sukhoi analyzed, a display screen could not explain anything, and it was no more accurate than the promise made by the host himself. It's hard to say fairly, but at least so far, every host Xiang Nanxing has met has been a guardian of the rules, and the explanations they utter can also be used as separate rules. Since that Matsumoto Makoto himself said for two hours, without any strings attached, it was that this time did not run.

When he thought of this, he felt that the tiredness in his mind had piled up higher and higher, like building blocks that were about to collapse.

In the past few minutes, his spirit was completely tense, and his body continued to be in a state of high alert because of Ye Hua behind him, coupled with so many things before, in fact, he was already exhausted from body to heart, and it was only by relying on a sense of tension that he had survived all the way here. But at this point, the tension is broken up by the dissolved alarm and the soft sofa.

He followed Ye Hua's example and closed his eyes slightly, so that he could leave a slit to maintain the most basic vigilance, but it also soothed the tense nerves a little. He was so nervous just now, he thought to himself, a full eighteen minutes had passed, and it felt like it was a long time for him to go through it, but in retrospect, it was as if not much had happened.

Hold on, hold on, it's already a sixth of the way and it's going to be over soon. He cheered himself up in this way, and strengthened the little spirit he had left after a day of fighting, so that he would not accidentally fall asleep because of this short rest. While it's still worth the effort to think and plan after two hours, at least give your tired brain a break for a few minutes.

With these two contradictory thoughts, he desperately tried to hold on to his increasingly heavy eyelids, but the two things finally closed slowly and disobediently. Even after falling asleep, he sat up straight on the back of the couch, as if he were just sleeping for a while. This indiscernible gesture protected him perfectly.

It's just that Xiang Nanxing can't see it, at this time, a certain glass window looks out a few hundred meters away, and there is a black hole in the muzzle that is slowly rising-

Aimed at him from afar.

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