Yang Fan's face turned pale with fright, his mind was confused, and he just wanted to rush to the exit in one go.

He was running at a speed of 100 meters sprint, and suddenly a figure appeared around the corner, wearing a white coat, his hair was scattered, his palms and soles were amputated, and blood was dripping, and he was slowly floating.

His heart stopped suddenly, and his galloping footsteps pressed the brakes tightly.

"Boom-" Another rapid gunshot rang out, accompanied by terrifying music.

But...... How did this gunfire sound so realistic.

I saw that the "doctor" in front of him trembled all over, his pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had been drained of strength, and rushed straight forward, crushing the person who had just stopped to the ground. The blood, through the contact of the body, touched Yang Fan's body, and he vaguely felt two different liquids flowing through his body, one thick and one diluted; One with the temperature of the human body, one cold, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator......

The sudden collision made him forget his fear for a while, and his mind was unprecedentedly clear, and he was able to analyze the nature of the liquid. Before he could push away the staff pretending to be doctors, he heard gunshots ring out again.

"Boom-"

The doctor convulsed violently, a mouthful of blood spurted onto his face, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

"Murdered!"

Yang Fan, who woke up in an instant, was excited, but he remained the same and did not dare to move.

"Could it be the mercenary from last time?"

"Is that her......?"

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and there was a conversation between several people in the shadows ahead, speaking broken English, and thanks to the good nine years of compulsory education, he was finally able to understand what the other party was talking about.

"Bastard! Whoever told you to shoot, put the damn gun away. ”

"Kill someone, we won't fucking survive you!"

"The boss's order is to be captured alive, you remember it for me!"

Sure enough, just like last time, the goal of these mercenaries was to capture people, not assassinate them.

However, who are they being captured alive?

Shen Jie can't be, she wasn't there in the last exercise.

Could it be Zhao Jie? Zhang Guangshun? Zhu Tianli? Or myself?

What puzzled Yang Fan was that these people seemed to have known their movements a long time ago, knowing that they would definitely enter the haunted house, and lay an ambush here in advance, just waiting for the prey to take the bait.

The sound of approaching footsteps kept urging him, not allowing him to continue to hesitate and linger, and after getting up neatly with his hands and feet, he returned the same way with his body full of blood.

"The news has to be communicated to others as soon as possible, and maybe they are the victims."

The heavy smell of blood swept into his nose frantically under the wind, but it was no longer pungent and nauseaous, and as long as he experienced it, he would always get used to the smell of death.

"Yang Fan, don't let the old lady catch you, see how I clean you up when I get there!" Before I saw him, I heard his angry scolding.

Shen Jie and Zhao Jie ran in front of them, and when they saw Yang Fan's appearance, they were all frightened and frozen, and they froze in place, it was hard to imagine that the other party had only disappeared for a few minutes, and then they had become ......

"What a daze, run!"

Yang Fan directly pushed these two people with his hands, driving them to turn around and flee.

"Yang Fan, what are you making trouble?" Zhao Jie asked during the run.

"It's mercenaries, they killed people!"

"What!?"

In the darkness ahead, two dark shadows were approaching, like two walls, sealing all exits.

There were roadblocks in front, pursuers in the back, and buildings shrouded in black smoke on both sides, all of them let out terrible laughter, and there was really no way to escape.

The three of them were back to back, in a fighting posture, not daring to slack off at all.

"Yang Fan, tell me clearly, what's going on with these people?" Shen Jie asked.

"How do I know!"

The black man squinted his eyes, looked down at the mobile phone and confirmed it back and forth a few times, and then showed a smile that suddenly opened the room, he pointed at Yang Fan with his finger, and spelled out a sentence one after another in very unfluent Chinese: "He, it's him, captured alive." ”

"Yang Fan, the person who came is not good, what bad things did you do to provoke these people?" Zhao Jie looked embarrassed and pretended to be calm and said.

"You ask me, who do I ask! The devil knows what I offended them. ”

Shen Jie looked at Yang Fan, "Aren't you an inner ghost?" ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Isn't this an obvious fact! ”

"There are four people on the other side, and there are only three of us, do you have confidence?" Zhao Jie clenched his hands into fists and gurgled.

"The first two, leave it to me; The last two, I'll leave it to you. ”

"!" Compared to those gods and demons, these mercenaries don't feel so terrifying.

"Yang Fan, show me some Shen Jie."

"I promise to take care of myself."

The four mercenaries rushed up with their bare hands, all black, they were all nearly two meters tall, and their strong muscles seemed to tear through the clothes on their bodies, revealing their domineering appearance. Soon, cheering shouts, muscle clatters, and moans of pain filled the place, and three duels began to be staged.

Yang Fan didn't have time to care about the battle situation of the other two companions, after the first round of confrontation, he felt as if he was hitting on an iron block, his hand was paralyzed for a while, and the other party felt as if he was tickled, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"Copy guy!"

This is his urgent thought, and it is also his actual action, in order to get the guy who fights, and finally panicked and broke into the crumbling building again. Scarlet lights, scratched walls, blood-stained floors, and looming floating objects create an ever-changing and terrifying atmosphere.

"I'll go!" Yang Fan couldn't help but get goosebumps, and looked around, looking for props that could be used.

"Bang!" The mercenary slammed the door, and it seemed as if the entire floor was shaking.

He bowed his head and exerted his strength violently, like a brute bull, menacing, and rushed towards the target quickly.

There was no room to hide in the narrow room, Yang Fan moved the locker next to him hard, trying to block the impact of the other party, but he didn't expect the wild bull to crash into the wall with the cabinet together, pressing his body twisted and out of breath.

The mercenary opened the cabinet with one hand, grabbed the target by the collar tightly, and held him in the air, looking at him with disdain.

"Let it go...... Hand! Yang Fan's hands were waving, his feet were kicking, his body was constantly struggling to resist, and the person was still immovable.

At this moment, a tricky prop, the white bone skull, flashed in front of him, and was swooping down from the sky, and after a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the head and smashed it down on the opponent's head.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the white bones shattered to the ground, and the white ash scattered.

"Ahh

The mercenary covered his bare head and let out a groan of pain.

Yang Fan, who regained his freedom, fled from the road, bypassed the obstacles in the room, and walked to the enemy's diagonal, opening up the maximum safe distance.

"This man is a monster!"

Seeing the mercenary who raised his head again and walked slowly, he muttered in his heart, but he didn't expect that the blow just now only cut a small crack in the opponent's head, oozing a little blood. Unscathed, so to speak. In his panic, he found a wooden stick and held it in front of him, fending off the monster's attack.

"If you dare to get closer, your mother won't recognize you." Yang Fan shouted loudly and forcibly cheered himself up.

"Come on." The mercenary smiled contemptuously, stopped, and made a gesture to hit him.

Yang Fan was not polite, luck dantian, gathered in his hands, rushed up with a stick, and hit the opponent's body hard.

"Click!"

The wood snapped.

He looked at the stick in disbelief, and then at the person in front of him, and was speechless.

The mercenary took the opportunity to punch him and smashed it in the face, and suddenly the corners of his mouth burst, blood flowed, and several gold stars appeared in his eyes.

"Come on." The other party's smile was even more overflowing, unscrupulously provocative.

"Grandma, see if I don't break your dog's leg!"

Yang Fan spit out the blood in his mouth, picked up the new wooden stick again, and after a short run, he swung it hard towards the opponent's thigh, so to speak, he used all his strength without reservation.

With a "click", the wood split in two and fell to the ground.

The mercenary raised his foot, aimed it at his lower abdomen, and kicked it away. In the next second, Yang Fan's whole person flew a few meters away, knocking over one experimental table after another, and his waist seemed to be pierced with fine needles, so painful that he couldn't straighten his waist and fell to the ground.

He heard the arrogant laughter, and the provocation.

“Come on，come on，come on！”

“……”

Yang Fan's clenched fists slammed into the ground, venting the resentment in his heart. He gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground, supported the wall, endured the piercing pain, and stood in front of the enemy with his head held high as a victor.

If you lose, you can't lose.

“Come on！”

Yang Fan's afterglow caught a glimpse of the iron pestle in the pile of wooden sticks, and after scooping it up, he rushed away again in the midst of the other party's thousands of calls.

"I'm going to hit you until you get to your knees and beg for mercy!"

"Ahh

The mercenary let out a scream like a pig, and everywhere the iron pestle went, it left a bright red mark, and on his hands, back, legs, and every place on his body became the target of attack, and he was beaten to the point that he was holding his head and screaming for mercy.

“Come on？” When a stick is struck, the skin is opened.

“NO！”

“Come on？” Another blow struck the mercenary in the back of the head, causing him to no longer make a sound, and he fell straight to the ground, and beneath him, a pool of expanding blood.

"Let's see if you're pretending to be forced."

Yang Fan didn't care whether the other party was dead or alive, opened the door, and rushed straight out.

I saw that Shen Jie, who was known for her violence, did not take advantage of the mercenaries in front of her, and gradually fell behind in the head-to-head confrontation between fists and fists, and was beaten a little difficult to parry.

"Flower girl, I like it." The mercenary smiled lewdly and blocked the other party in the corner.

Shen Jie leaned her back against the wall, gasping and scolding, "Roll the calf!" ”

The two men scuffled together again, and the raindrops of fists collided with the sweat of the fierce battle, all evaporating into the air.

"I'm coming!" Hand up the iron pestle and fall!

The enemy turned sideways, easily dodged, and with a punch, beat Yang Fan, who rushed to help, into a dazed state and fainted to the ground. Shen Jie seized the opportunity, strode forward, clasped her legs with both hands, threw him to the ground, and then quickly rode on the opponent's waist, twisted her hands, only heard a "click", and the enemy lost the strength to resist. After doing these movements, she collapsed to the ground weakly herself.

After a short rest, Yang Fan's head consciousness slowly cleared up, and he stood up tenaciously again.

"Shen Jie, Shen Jie!" He shook the other person's body, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure there was still a reaction.

He helped Shen Jie up, "You hurry up and move the rescuers, I'll help Zhao Jie." ”

"No ......"

"I can't give it to you if I don't have time, so be it!" After speaking, Yang Fan left without looking back.

Zhao Jie, who was surrounded and suppressed by the two, although his abilities in all aspects are excellent, after all, his fists are difficult to defeat his four hands, so he can only support hard, and while hitting one of the opponents, he was also attacked by another person, and his whole body was already scarred. He fell to his knees weakly, his head hanging limply.

"Zhao Jie!" Yang Fan, who caught up from behind, bent down to support his brother, and a sharp pain made him cry out.

"What about Shen Jie?" Zhao Jie asked for the first time.

"I let her out first."

"Good brother."

Yang Fan looked at the other party's appearance, he could barely stand on his feet, he blocked in front of him and said, "Leave it to me here, you probably won't last long like this." ”

"What did they say, they asked me if they wanted to take you away!?" I don't know where the power burst out, Zhao Jie roared loudly.

"Where you are, how can I-Zhao Jie be absent!"

In the same way, in the past many years, they have been circulating between the two again and again, and no matter what danger they encounter, each other is always the last thing to rely on.

"I just like a stupid brother like you."

"Me too."