More than thirty meters deep underground.

As the icy underground water reached Jean's neck, she couldn't help but look up, and the high-speed turbines of the ventilation ducts came into view again. The turbine was still spinning wildly, not slowing down, not being destroyed. A huge sense of despair welled up in my heart: it's over, even Roland has been blocked, and no one will come to save me!

She suddenly hallucinated, as if she was in the icy waters of the North Ao Nanhai, which were full of floating ice, and she was struggling to swim in the direction of the harbor.

She had just been pushed off the boat to Sula by her sister and lost the opportunity to go to Sulla. She was pushed off the boat by her sister Peggy, she didn't kill her sister, she died for another reason.

My sister's hysteria still echoed in my ears: "If I go to Sula, I will be the only princess of Sula, and if you go with you, I will not be the 'only'!"

But in fact, she doesn't want to go to Sula, she doesn't want to be a princess, she doesn't have that much enthusiasm for her motherland, she just wants someone to rely on, she just wants to be warm by her relatives.

But now all she can get is the icy sea.

Jean looked at the glimmer of light at the end of the high ventilation duct, which was supposed to represent hope, but now it was full of despair. Her eyes were filled with tears.

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In the ventilation duct, the teachers were at a loss.

"Catch him with control!"

"No, he can't do that, he's already between the two layers of fan blades, and pulling him will kill him!" Roland said calmly.

"Demolition! Use your attack skills to dismantle the fan above!" said Orajer decisively.

"No, no, that might kill him. "The shattered fan blades will eject like bullets in the tunnel, Roland's control is strong, but not to the extent that he can control all the debris, and the lack of air caused by the disappearance of the upper fan may also affect the aerial attitude of the snow marks. It's definitely the next step.

It happened so suddenly, they weren't prepared, and they were all excited when they saw the snow marks skillfully passing through the first layer of fan blades, but they didn't expect an accident to happen.

"Snowmarks! Can you hear me?" Kevin shouted anxiously down, but the wind was too strong for his voice to reach Snowmarks.

The snow mark was now cut, and because of the angle of falling, he was not shredded by the fan blades, but was bounced up like a spinning top. He suffered multiple injuries on his body, and a long cut was made on his upper arm, and now he couldn't move his entire arm, and if he hadn't made it hard in time, his hand would have been cut off. This is not the Jerusalem Hippodrome, where there will be no miracles of severed limbs and rebirths.

But he was not unconscious, his reaction was very fast, and he immediately regained his levitation posture in the air, and returned to his established position again, as long as the fan stopped according to the predetermined plan, he was still able to pass through.

Stop!

Stop!

Everyone was nervously watching the situation of the second fan through the first layer of fan blades, and they were silently praying in their hearts.

But the fan did not stop, this time the fault happened very briefly, it decelerated and automatically eliminated the fault, accelerated again, and within a second, it would return to its original high speed.

It seems that we can only wait for the second failure to occur, but from what we have observed so far, the interval between the two failures is not short, otherwise the snow marks would not have to stay in front of the first fan for so long.

The current condition of the snow mark can't survive the second failure!

"It's over, it's over, we've lost the bet. Kevin lost his soul, "I shouldn't have let him go, I should have stopped his ......"

Kevin was extremely disappointed, he thought that he had wrongly blamed him for being a coward before, but he didn't expect that he was braver than his own group, but his bravery hurt him. He could have gone, it wasn't his war, but he came back and buried himself on a battlefield that didn't belong to him.

What is this for?

Snow Scar stared at the spinning second fan blade in front of him, his vision bright red - the goggles were already full of blood. The cold was getting stronger, partly because of blood loss, and partly because the high-speed wind was constantly taking away the heat from his body.

Snow marks and teeth were fighting, her fingers were getting stiffer and stiffer, and the only thing in her ears was the roar of a fan turning. The fan blades have also begun to accelerate, and the opportunity has been lost.

Snow Scar suddenly felt fear, the fear of death, he knew that he would not be able to hold out until the fan failed again, and he suddenly remembered Pissarro's prophecy: if he and Jean got too close, they would eventually die. Is this the time for the prophecy to come true? I will die here?

Snow Scar suddenly regretted it: why the hell should I take such a big risk?

Time seemed to stop, and in that moment, it was as if the snow marks had returned to Jerusalem, back to the sewers beneath the cold and lonely Jerusalem prison.

He made his way through the long chute and plunged into the icy water.

Jean, dressed in fine clothes, stood on the edge of the pool and stretched out her hand to him: "Come! I'll take you away!"

A force welled up from within. Fear and regret are crushed and torn apart in the face of this force, like thin lies.

Destiny exists to be changed! My bravery will be proved by myself, not by fate!

Yes! That's right! I won't let you die! What separates me from you is not life and death, it's just a broken fan blade!

A little chill appeared in his heart, and the thought of the snow marks suddenly swelled at this moment, like an invisible force field, which was the "sense", one of the "six styles" of the basic skills of the teacher. Snow marks learned to "feel" through the quick textbook airdropped by Qilu, and it was a gift from Qilu to him. Although it was only a basic textbook written by the Garcia family for the training of their children, Qilu made detailed annotations and explanations in the key parts. Snow marks are thus quickly grasping the "sense".

The rotating fan blades decompose in front of the snow marks one by one, and the phenomenon of movement disappears in the eyes of the snow marks, and the fan blades are as if they are stationary, and he can now "see" the rotation of each fan blade, which is the powerful observation power brought by the "sense".

Snow Scar adjusted his stance and fell, turning the page too fast for him to pass through, but he wasn't prepared to pass through it either. From the moment he was swept by the blade, the plan to pass through the blade to turn off the switch had failed.

He is now working on "Plan B".

He accurately hugged the thick fan blades like plantain leaves, and the "hard" activated at the same time, resisting the ferocious impact of the turning of the page, while his muscles also coordinated with the predictable impact, so that he suffered minimal damage. He threw himself on the blades of the fan, rotating with the blades.

He wants to stop the fan blades with brute force!

A roar of rage was sent up by the wind, interrupting Kevin's self-pity.

Everyone looked down and saw that it was the snow mark that hugged a fan blade of the second fan, he pushed the fan blade horizontally, stepped on the wall with both feet, and used the friction of the wall to prevent the fan blade from running, because of the friction, a circle of smoke rose on the wall, and his hook claws rubbed strings of sparks on the wall.

"Ahh

Kevin and Roland watched the snow marks on the second fan blade desperately using brute force to stop it from working through the first layer of fan blades, and their eyes were red.

"Why? Why did you do this......" Kevin muttered to himself.

He was deeply infected by the snow marks, infected by his courage and persistence, and a flame seemed to ignite in his heart, rampaging through his body, and there was no outlet for venting.

The almost roaring sound of the snow marks was amplified by the wind, and layers of echoes ejected in the ventilation ducts: "For ......

"For the sake of ...... I......

"Waqin......

"of

"Free!"

A powerful thought erupted towards the sky at the end of the pipe like a raging tide.

Kevin was like being hit by a monstrous wave, and his whole body seemed to be soaked with a kind of power.

From the intermittent cry of the snow marks, he deeply experienced the courage and eagerness to fight against fate.

Ignited by the passion of the snow marks, the flame in his heart also rose instantly, like a flame burning the sky. With a roar, endless mental power poured out of his body, forming an extremely cold whirlwind around him, and the air was dotted with ice slag, and the cold air like a mountain and a sea of cold air rushed to the fan blades of the first fan again.

Due to the loss of the wind power of the second fan, the resistance of the cold air propulsion was reduced by half, and coupled with Kevin's extremely excited mental state at this time, his mental strength was also strengthened a lot. Crystal ice flowers gradually froze on the fan blades, and the whole fan made a dull creaking sound again, and finally it was completely frozen.

The second fan also stopped, as if a brute bull had succumbed to the brute force of the snow marks. The fan blades of the fan, which Kevin asserted that could not be stopped by manpower, were stopped by the snow marks.

But the snow marks also ran out of strength, sliding off the blades of the fan and falling into the deep passage.

The nurturing teachers jumped down after the snow marks, and with endless fury, they threw themselves into the deep and cold darkness.

Both fans had stopped spinning, and nothing could stop them.

The battle of the underground waterways

Directly below the ventilation duct, on the underground river, Ning Wei stood on the surface of the water, as if he were walking on the ground. At this time, he was staring up at the ventilation duct, and he had a big skill in his hand, and those who came down from it would be hit head-on by him.

From the moment the turbine fan stopped running, he knew someone was coming down. And he has already prepared a "big gift" for them.

Sure enough, several figures, from small to large, appeared in the ventilation duct.

A smile appeared at the corner of Ning Wei's mouth: "I've been waiting for a long time!"

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Jean had been submerged in the cold groundwater of the cistern, and she held her breath in the icy water, but she could only hold out for a minute or two, and the handcuffs and ropes in her hands still couldn't break free.

She knew that Captain Ning Wei was guarding under the ventilation ducts, and anyone who passed through the turbine would be the first to be attacked by him. No one was able to get into the water to save him in the first place.

She was utterly hopeless. The river couldn't stop flowing, the handcuffs couldn't be untied in a short time, and even if someone came, it would be difficult to get her out.

She had run out of oxygen, pain was coming from her lungs, and her alveoli were starting to burst. That kind of pain is unbearable for normal people.

She instinctively wanted to take a big breath, but she held back with the last shred of reason.

I won't give up hope until the last minute.

I've been like this since I was a child, tenacious, persistent, and fighting, this is who I am. Even at the last moment of life, you have to stay the course.