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Han Yue stepped on Ren Shijing's right hand, which was still struggling with the hilt of the knife, and at the same time bent his body to pick up a piece of rubble, turned around and smashed it at an enemy who tried to pull out a gun and interfere in this white-knuckle battle. Flash Dance.

"It's really not old-" Only halfway through the words, Ren Shijing, who was purple-faced, suddenly hit Han Yue's chest with a hammer.

After rolling on the ground a few times in a row, Han Yue spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, intending to pick up the ribs in the waterhole before Ren Shijing fell to his feet. But Ren Shijing recovered faster than he expected, and he actually grabbed Han Yue's ankle in a lying position, and got up and lifted him upside down.

The handle of the "Chengyue" knife passed by Han Yue's fingers. The dizziness of his head to the ground was magnified exponentially because of blood loss, and before Han Yue could see Ren Shijing's enlarged face, he felt that his lower abdomen was hit lightly and heavily.

It's really not light, it's not heavy. I don't know if it's because Ren Shijing is gradually losing his physical strength, or if he is already numb from pain.

Han Yue took a deep breath, and the other leg that was dangling in the air also kicked Ren Shijing's lower abdomen.

Ren Shijing snorted for the first time, and let go in an instant. Han Yue protected the back of his head with one hand before his head hit the ground, and his heart moved, and he kicked Ren Shijing's wound again.

Ren Shijing's flushed face finally revealed a fierce expression, Han Yue took a few steps back, and actually pierced a standard horse step, clenching his fists with both hands in front of him, as if it was an exaggerated "boxing" style common in martial arts movies.

He exhaled slowly, and said to Ren Shijing hoarsely: "You are really born at the wrong time. If it's in the peaceful years, it is estimated that there will be many young directors who will invite you to play a monster or something in a special film. ”

The opponent's response was to give a hard "phew", then twisted his wrists, and his feet jumped in place in small increments one after the other, and the muscle lines were completely comparable to those of professional boxers.

"There's really no sense of humor." Han Yue put away his smile, slid forward suddenly, briefly locked the front and back heels of Ren Shijing, who obviously didn't understand the routine, and hit the strong man's chest with his barely intact right shoulder blade while shutting down, twisting his waist and twisting his body, using his strength to go around to Ren Shijing's side and back, and continuously hitting the opponent's back with his fist. 35xs

Hong Fist, a traditional martial art that was almost deified by the word of mouth of later generations of practitioners, once caught Ling Shucheng off guard and ate a complete set of extraordinary standard fighting techniques with combos.

Fragmentary memories were passing through Han Yue's mind one by one, as if they were a marquee that couldn't press the pause button.

"We've only had a few knives down in total, and you've broken another one." The time when he was miraculously rescued after being seriously injured, when he woke up from Bai's miserable hospital bed, Jiang Bonan sat on the edge of his bed with Erlang's legs crossed with a nonchalant face, turning a broken knife in his hand, and calculated very seriously for a while, "Before I completely retire, 'Big Brother' can't give you a ...... for the time being." You can take my 'little second brother' first, and with a little bit of fist and foot kung fu of the hooligans, you can barely cope with it. ”

"Hooligans?" Han Yue was puzzled.

"Dakai and Dashut, we generally describe this relatively rigid martial art as 'Dakai Daclo'." Jiang Bonan winked at him, "Teachers who specialize in Japanese swords generally don't teach you this...... I also watched movies and pondered it. ”

"Do you think about martial arts by watching movies?" Han Yue's tone was full of incredulity, "Then have you ever tried light skills?" ”

"Tried." Jiang Bonan actually nodded solemnly, and there was a trace of regret in his tone, "It's a pity that it didn't work." ”

Ren Shijing, who could barely resist the severe pain, quickly turned around and happened to be facing Han Yue's back. He relied on the roar in his mouth to expel the turbidity in his chest, grabbed Han Yue's back with both hands, and fell backwards almost in half.

Bridge back fall.

Unfortunately, he only had time to complete half of the action. Han Yue was forced to hang in the air while hooking the scimitar that fell to the ground with one foot, catching it with his hand in the air, grazing his waist and stabbing it downward.

Ren Shijing's hand suddenly relaxed, and then he took Han Yue and smashed his back to the ground.

The torrential rain washed over Han Yue's pale face. He squinted his eyes and stared at the gray sky for a moment before turning over and sitting up.

Ren Shijing's body, who was padding his back, was still twitching slightly, and the blood coming out of his chest almost recolored the vest on Han Yue's body. Flash Dance. Han Yue watched expressionlessly as his pupils slowly dilated, and then his eyes swept over those who were still standing.

No one has the courage to take on the challenge anymore. Han Yue sighed, ripped off Ren Shijing's headphones, and pressed his right hand on the ID while listening.

He's actually left-handed. The speed of typing was much slower due to the use of a non-dominant hand, but unfortunately his left hand really couldn't be raised.

Even with the best treatment, the right hand may no longer be able to be used as freely as before. But these assumptions don't make any sense in nature.

More enemies were coming soon, and he had no chance of meeting any backups.

"Really...... Why were you so desperate just now? He muttered to himself.

Heads-up wins and losses don't make sense at all, it's just to stall for time.

I don't know what I'm betting on.

The last bit of physical strength squeezed out of the blood and bones was exhausted. Han Yuehou, who was sweating abnormally, felt chills in hindsight, and slowly leaned against a broken wall.

Fortunately, the purpose was basically achieved. Tiredness permeates every pore, and every time you open your eyes, it becomes extremely difficult.

The sound of noisy footsteps is getting closer. Although Han Yue has the heart to see more hidden characters behind the scenes, it is a pity that even if he does, it is estimated that there will be no chance to pass on the news.

As a former member of the countermeasures, he couldn't fall into the hands of this group alive.

Han Yue backhanded, little by little, pulled out only half of the "cut wind", and smiled helplessly.

"It's one less...... So it's all the end anyway, why bother yourself for a long time. Han Yue slowly raised the broken knife flat, "But that's fine...... I'm barely embarrassed, am I? ”

Falling lightning ignited a corner of the woods, and the sudden burst of fire turned the gray world into a blinding brightness.

-

The wards under the laboratory are still quiet. The sound of mechanical "dripping" reverberated regularly through the empty room, as if counting time.

The pale young man on the hospital bed had his eyelashes fluttering slightly for a while before he opened his unfocused eyes.

"Are you awake?" Someone spoke up around him.

Ling Shucheng reluctantly turned his head sideways, and saw the female doctor, who looked more depressed than the patient, sitting on a stool with somewhat swollen eyes looking at him quietly.

"Han-" Jiang Zhongyan only struggled to squeeze out the first word, then covered her mouth and coughed softly twice, before she said again, "Yuan Sui is still busy." She would be glad she knew you were awake. ”

Ling Shucheng only had time to blink his eyes, and after a while, his eyelids fell uncontrollably again, falling back into sleep.

After sitting motionless for a while, Jiang Zhongyan slowly got up, only to fall to the ground in embarrassment due to numbness in her knees.

She looked back blankly and saw that Ling Shucheng was still lying quietly.

Holding on to the wall, he struggled to move towards the door. The moment the door was opened, the bright light seemed to burn her eyes, Jiang Zhongyan raised her hand and covered it consciously, and suddenly saw the interface of ID again.

Above is a list of swiping messages.

"I'm sorry. Even if you say it, it's useless, and you still have to say what you need to say. ”

"Honestly, you can stay awake all the time, I'm glad."

"My card number is ......"

"I really don't mean anything else. If you really don't want to accept my deposit, just donate it to my teacher. ”

"I almost forgot, the password is your sister's birthday."

"By the way, if you can help send 'I'm sorry' to my ex-girlfriends......"

"Forget it, I hope you won't be too angry when you see this."

"I'm sorry for the record. Again. ”

Sender Name: This ID is logged out. Lack of query permissions.

Kang Joong-yeon leaned against the door and let herself slowly slide to the ground.

I didn't do anything wrong, and that's fine.

She repeated this sentence over and over again in her heart, but her eyes became more and more sour. So she threw her head up, closed her eyes, and forced herself to hold back all unnecessary tears.

"No one wants to live as someone else's shadow, right?" She whispered.

The sun was shining today. Yuan Sui slowly turned the handle of the office, and was slightly surprised to find that there was a thin layer of dust on the furnishings inside.

It's only been a little over a week, right? She was stunned, and then quickly realized that no one would come in to clean the room in the second group. Han Yue and Ling Shucheng next door have always sorted it out by themselves.

Now the only person who can clean up is himself. Yuan Sui was about to close the door with his backhand, but the id rang.

"Doctor Jiang?" She tried not to sound so weak in her tone.

"Yes. Still busy? Fortunately, the voice on the other end of the phone didn't sound much better than her.

"I just barely finished handing over the work, you say, I'll listen."

"Ling Shucheng has already woken up once...... But I fell asleep again. I'll keep watching him. ”

"That's a good thing, thank you." Yuan Sui laughed unnaturally twice, "I'll go talk to his father." ”

Hanging up the phone, his heart briefly jumped for a moment because he didn't have to face this place for a while, and Motosui patted his face and walked towards the end of the hallway.

Since it is the father who gave Ling Shucheng an extraordinary bloodline, the act of knocking on the door should just be a formality. As soon as Yuan Sui's hand was raised, he heard the person inside say, "Come in." ”

"Hello." As soon as Yuan Sui pushed open the door, he bowed ninety degrees, "First official meeting, Team Leader Ling." ”

"In order to distinguish yourself from my son, you can just call me Uncle Ling." The middle-aged man stood in front of the window with his back to her, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"Okay, Uncle Ling." Yuan Sui didn't shirk, "Your son is basically out of danger, and he seems to have woken up once for a short time. ”

"As long as there is still breath left, he will always be fine." The middle-aged man finally turned around, looked Yuan Sui up and down, and nodded, "I know your father." ”

"Which one are you referring to?" Yuan Sui asked very calmly.

"Two." The middle-aged man paused, "Time flies so fast." ”

Yuan Sui did not say anything.

"In the future, you will temporarily take over Han Yue's work, it may be a little hard in the short term...... I'm sure you can do it well. ”

"Do your best." Yuan Sui replied calmly.