Tick, tick.

The numbers on the scarlet LCD panel count backwards, precise and stable.

Leon collapsed to the ground, his left hand fractured, muscle relaxant melted into the blood, his eyes were blinded by shock, and the ringing in his ears pierced deep into his mind like a drilling rig, and he refused to stop.

He was able to save his time, with only 20 seconds left.

The tear gas that was thrown into the carriage rattled, the thick smoke stinged the skin like a fire, and the respiratory tract burned as if it had been filled with magma.

Unable to see, unable to hear, with a broken arm, and injected with hypnotic and muscle relaxants, the electronic sound keeps ringing, and the stopwatch is like a death knell for the final judgment.

"The barbiturates that the clown injected me with are central nervous system depressants, which can inhibit the reticular structure of pontine encepontal, so that the postsynaptic membrane is hyperpolarized under the action of transmitters, and the excitability of postsynaptic neurons decreases."

Leon's mind is like the library's computer query system, sorting out and storing the materials he collects through the Internet and books, and clearly presenting the relevant information in front of his eyes.

"In other words, barbiturates reduce the effects of afferent impulses on the cerebral cortex and block all my conscious ..... strongly."

The effect of the medicine was activated, and the hypnotic agent made based on carbon-based organisms undoubtedly took effect on Leon's body, and he only felt that his mind was quickly withdrawn, his soul slowly rose like a paper kite without a string, and the whole person was as warm as soaking in a hot spring, and he didn't want to think about anything, and he didn't want to do anything.

At this moment, he suddenly had the idea of abandoning the path and completely merging himself into this deep and gentle, abyss-like darkness.

What kind of cultivation of immortals, what avenues, can all be abandoned, as long as you lie quietly, empty your mind, empty your mind.....

"Ridiculous! Lao Tzu can easily kill even the Heavenly Demon who disturbed the Dao Heart during the Thunder Tribulation, what kind of chemical reagent is it? ”

Li Ang roared wildly in his heart, drumming up the sea of knowledge, and the snake-like aura gathered in hundreds of points around his body along the veins, forcing his muscles to tremble and move.

In his previous life, he had collected a classic book called "Human Immortal Refining Method", and its author had been hidden in the long river of history and could not be verified.

This book "Human Immortal Refining Method" advocates the use of true qi to infuse the tendons and veins, open up the human body's acupoints, and form a whirlpool of true qi in the acupoints. When cultivating on weekdays, it can induce the spiritual qi of heaven and earth to breathe out the old and absorb the new, expand the muscles and veins, and when facing the enemy, the acupoints around the body run together, and countless true qi vortices open up the limbs and hundreds of bones, and every inch of muscle can burst out with endless power.

According to the author's commentary, by the time this "Human Immortal Refining Method" was used to open up more than 1,000 tricks, the cultivator's own body had been inviolable, and had sublimated to the realm of human immortals who practiced qi and returned to the void and stepped through the void, and the heavens and all the worlds were at their disposal.

It's a pity that Li Ang majored in Lei Fa in his previous life, and he was not interested in this method of sanctifying with martial arts, so he didn't spend too much energy on it.

At this moment, the situation was critical, and Li Ang really had no room for mediation, so he had to pour all the aura that he had worked hard to condense in the past half a month into the acupoint, and reluctantly deduced the "Human Immortal Refining Method" to the first layer.

That was enough, and Leon's muscles staggered to his feet like a tiny engine, like a marionette.

"There are 10 seconds left."

He silently recited the number, staggered forward, and according to his previous memory, scooped the girl from the floor of the carriage with the time bomb attached to it in the placket of the car in a cloud of smoke.

Because the capsaicin and bromine vapor in the tear gas can irritate the mucous membranes of the eyes and the lining of the nasal cavity, the faces of Leon and the comatose girl are covered with tears, snot and saliva, and they look embarrassed.

Unable to care about so much, Li Ang rudely tried to tear open the girl's placket to remove the time bomb, but found that because of the effect of muscle relaxants, his fingers were unconscious and he couldn't open his fingers at all.

With seven seconds left, Leon shook his head and struggled to resist his drowsiness, reaching out and fumbling his way at the bottom of the smoky carriage, finally touching the ring handle that opened the floor.

At this time, the S.W.A.T special police officers wearing gas masks, bulletproof armor, long and short guns, and constantly communicating with tactical gestures at the Gotham Police Department had already blasted the windows and doors with special engineering cones and broke in.

Unable to see inside the carriage obscured by thick smoke, Li Ang pressed one hand on the floor of the carriage and guessed the location of the SWAT from the tremor of the steel plate.

I don't care about you!

Leon kicked out, kicking the Gotham SWAT officers in front of him sideways, slamming into the steel wall at the back of the car.

"I'm attacked, repeat, I'm attacked! Can't see the enemy clearly! ”

The SWAT officer covering his chest had just gotten up from the ground, but Leon grabbed his helmet and threw it violently backwards, smashing it on the helpless SWAT officers, knocking them to the ground.

It's not that Leon wants to attack Gotham Tiaozi, but at the moment he can't speak, and the time bomb is urgent, so he can't explain the situation at all.

"Give it to me!"

Leon roared in his heart, his palm, which had shrunk into a chicken claw, barely hooked the ring in the center of the carriage, lifting the round steel plate open.

With 4 seconds left, Leon's eyes were red, and he grabbed the girl's shirt and dragged her through the secret door, falling on the steps on both sides of the sewer.

Compared to the terrifying effect of tear gas, the turbid stench of the sewers is milder and sweeter, and Leon leans against the girl, like a vicious dog, and tears off the tape tied to the time bomb with his teeth.

Count down to 2 seconds.

Leon threw the bomb away with the last of his strength, turned and hugged the unconscious girl, and led her behind the slippery mossy stone pillar of the sewer wall.

Time zeros, and the time bomb that crosses the parabola in mid-air unravels the shackles that are pressing it.

The explosion sounded like the brightest drumbeat in an epic poem, scorching flames illuminating the most cramped corners of the dark sewers, and visible shockwaves turning the murky sewage into furious waves.

The rock-solid walls collapsed, and countless stones rained down, completely blocking the way back to the surface.

Leon hugged the girl and stuck to the wall behind the stone pillar, and the flying fine stones ruthlessly scraped his back, leaving open blood grooves deep into the bones, and the rushing blood dripped.

Survived? Exhausted, he gasped, leaned against the wall and sat down, only to feel an irresistible deep sleepiness attack, and he couldn't help but pass out unconsciously.