"The man is gone?" Lore asked.

"Gone."

"We ...... Waiting here? "Even if you're not a paranormal, you can hear that it's not a good idea to hear what's going on outside – normally they'd be in the elevator and waiting for the professionals to come to their rescue – but with explosions everywhere and the possibility of fires, it doesn't seem like a good idea to sit back and wait.

"No," Sasha said, "let's try to climb up." ”

"The hall door above is jammed."

"Maybe it's been opened." Sasha didn't have much hope that someone would open the hall door with the triangular key, but his strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he could open the hall door if he was given some time.

"Do you need someone to put your foot on the ground?"

"Just make room for me."

Chiz, Lore, and Dr. Smith all gave up their places, and they stood close to the corner.

The elevator handrail is oval, polished both light and bright, but it does not prevent Sasha from standing on it steadily, he has now grown to five feet nine inches, the same height as the average adult male in the Western Continent, but it is expected that he will grow a few inches in the future, this height allows him to find and push open the escape opening at the top of the elevator without difficulty, he grabbed the edge of the escape opening with his fingers, and with the force of his abdomen, he easily hung himself up.

The hall door was still slightly open, but Sasha knew that it wasn't "stuck" but that the hall door was originally reserved for a gap of about an inch, as the elevator companies did, so he couldn't expect to find something that stuck like that and pull it open smoothly - the hall door was more difficult to open than the car door, especially now that he had to rely on his own fingers rather than machinery - he stood on the top of the car and inspected the hall door. The latest design, without the key, these two doors would be as strong as welded to the rails, and if he were an ordinary person, then he would hardly have to do this.

When the second explosion came, Sasha. Almost all of Hopkins' attention was on the hall door, which was already showing signs of loosening—his foot falling open without warning. Fingers ran across the sides of the hall door, and a sharp cut cut cut through his palm. In less than a second, Sasha had made a decision, he let go of his hand and fell down - he could certainly continue to hang in the elevator shaft, and maybe have a chance to open the hall door and climb out. But there are three more people down there.

One of the elevator clamps failed, and the car slumped and slid a whole floor, seven layers of glowing passageways flickering in front of them, followed by a coarse layer of gray cement.

Much better than a few seconds, they don't have to worry about that hall door now. Thanks to Mr. Martin, he had opened the door to the hall on the seventh floor, and now they just had to climb up, Sasha would climb up first, and then he could pull the others up one by one.

The third wave came, only a little slower than he had thought, and everyone heard the "pop" that sounded like when the can was opened, only hundreds of times larger than the previous - the bottom of the car suddenly protruded upwards and then sinked down - and the ground they were stepping on suddenly turned into a black hole full of hideous fangs.

Metal shards are flying everywhere. Shot, shards of glass spilled from the top.

There was only half a cry of terror when you could only hang in the air by your own arms. It's hard for you to shout loudly.

It was Lore who fell first, and Dr. Smith tried to grab her, but was dragged down together, and Sasha grabbed Dr. Smith's coat, which hung from the edge of the cracked hole, and Chiz hung on the elevator handrail on the other side. Carson.

The handrails are fastened to the car wall by two screws. In the previous test, a square "foot" used to fix the screw was welded out of the handrail. The slippery pole with his head bowed couldn't hold on to it at all.

Chiz. Carson stretched out his arms upward, trying to hang himself more steadily. She couldn't wait to turn her head to observe the sand.

Very bad, as we said before, it was not the rose that Sasha had grasped, but the thorns in the rose, and the curly and sharp metal pierced his palms, wrists, and forearms, and the place where he hooked was only the size of a cigarette case, and he dragged about five hundred pounds or so with such a little bit of baggage.

"Don't move." Dr. Smith said to Lohr, his voice shaking, apparently pretending to be calm, and that there were several cables hanging in the hoistway, but they were at a distance from Lore and Smith...... Their arms had to be twice as long as they were now to reach them, and they couldn't see them, but he knew the man above wouldn't last long, he couldn't see it, but he could feel the warm liquid running down his neck, and he was all too familiar with it—it was human blood.

Sasha cursed involuntarily, the piece of metal was bending.

"Let them go," Chiz's voice echoed throughout the elevator shaft, "Sasha, let them go!" ”

"No!" Lore shouted in panic below, "Please! ”

"Don't talk!" Dr. Smith said with difficulty.

If he let go, then he wouldn't have to jump down with him just now, Sasha thought, he estimated that the single-story height of the hospital building was about 15 feet, and they had just passed the seventh floor, so there were about 100 feet below, which was enough to kill half a dozen ordinary people, but for the supernatural, it was not fatal, and there would be two stepping feet.

"Climb up, Chiz." Sasha said calmly: "Climb up to the seventh floor, find the fire box, then drag the water pipe out, find a place to tie a knot, fix it, put it down - don't say no, I know you can do it - I can still hold on...... Five minutes at least, don't waste time – you don't want me to fall, do you? ”

The last sentence played a decisive role, and Chiz tried to climb up, and the three men in the air breathed a sigh of relief together.

Sasha's command was correct, there was always a fire box next to the elevator, and it only took three minutes for the gray-white water pipe to hang down the elevator shaft with heavy joints. Lore grabbed it at once, and then Dr. Smith, as Sasha had originally envisioned, climbed up first, and then pulled the two men up.

The sixth floor was also in a state of panic and dust, and the explosion here was no less than that of the ninth floor. Doctors, nurses, patients and others are crowding the safe passage.

"How?"

"The stairs are broken." The people who placed the ZD had placed several more in the elevator and the staircase, and the lights were broken, and a few people turned on the lights on their mobile phones to shine down, and twisted steel bars poked out from between the rubble, poking straight at them like withered branches.

Standing at the front was a strong middle-aged man. He let out a sudden exclamation and took a few big steps back, and the domino effect caused a small confusion in the group, and a fat woman moved her feet awkwardly, and she bumped into two people, one of whom was Sasha. He was strangely sluggish, and when that massive elbow hit him in the ribs, little Hopkins' face took on a lime-like paleness.

After the crowd blocking the entrance of the passage was dispersed, they saw what made people so panicked, and it was plants. Vines dozens of times thicker than their peers protruded from the staircase passage of the black hole, entangled with steel and concrete blocks, forming a steep green slope.

"What is this?" Someone asked.

"Red vines." A doctor replied.

"Now is not the time to joke," the questioner was angry: "What I want to know is ......"

"We may have met a superhero," the middle-aged man at the front of the line was eager to try, "and he is saving us." He took a step forward and stepped into the middle of the lush leaves. The vines had not been removed or had shown intent on hanging him, it was so sturdy that he had no trouble stepping on the stairs. "I've arrived." The middle-aged man shouted loudly and shone up with the light of his mobile phone, "You can try to come down, those plants...... It's very dense, so you don't have to worry about getting your feet pinched. He said.

"We can wait," said the fat woman, "and soon someone will come to our rescue." ”

"We are on the sixth floor. It only takes five minutes to walk these stairs," the doctor said. While listening cautiously sideways: "The explosion continues, it's not safe here." ”

"What if the stairs below are broken as well?" The woman said. She glanced at the others, clearly tempted to persuade some to wait with her.

"Then let's pray that this superhero has a beginning and an end." The doctor said that he picked up a patient in a wheelchair, and the nurse was on his side to help him - there were not many patients who could not move freely, and everyone was willing to help, so send them down first - Lore was a little strange to scatter. Why did Hopkins stand still, he was very young, and he was very strong, and he could catch two men who were falling sharply, but then she was ashamed, because she saw the bloody hands—and not only that, but his muscles and joints would also be greatly damaged when he grabbed them, which a little medical and common sense could guess.

Sasha they were the last to go down, and Lore watched his hand, visibly relieved when he found that he could still hold on to the vines.

No one noticed that there was an extra tail in the retreating ranks, Bao'er. Douglas ran and climbed after them, and the vines he summoned turned yellow and cracked two or three seconds after he left, and he didn't care if there would be anyone who wanted to borrow them or just climbed on them, if it weren't for the fact that the person whom Catherine had ordered him to protect was also in the team, he would have preferred to go back to the dormitory early to take a shower, there was too much ash here.

When I saw the sky again, someone started crying.

Thankfully, Manchester Hospital was a private hospital with a research nature, with only about 80 patients, the explosion did not affect the main structure of the hospital building, and there was plenty of time to evacuate, and the doctors and nurses grabbed almost all the patients and necessary first aid supplies – an inflatable emergency medical shed formed on a vast lawn, two unfortunate guys, one cut in the neck by broken glass, and one pierced into the chest by a support frame falling from the sky - they needed not treatment, but rescue.

"Aren't you going?" Boa. Douglas asked nonchalantly.

"What?"

I said, "Boa. Douglas grabbed Sasha's shoulder, his light blue eyes full of gloom, his hand ran along the inside of his lambskin coat, and at once grabbed the dagger-like piece of stainless steel, which was deeply embedded in Sasha's abdomen: "Are you going to let it cut something and bring it back to make dinner for your good father?" ”

This is an injury suffered during the explosion of the seven-story ZD, it hurts and is a little dangerous, but in front of others. Especially in front of strangers, Sasha. Hopkins doesn't like to expose himself too much, he only needs to endure it for ten minutes or so to find a hidden corner to get this thing out, and then it's time for the Adept's self-healing ability to work, which is very different from ordinary people, and Boa grabs the "dagger". It stirred it up viciously before pulling it out violently.

Sasha. Hopkins let out an uncontrollable cry of pain, and to his unpleasant feelings, he was lightly stabbed in addition to the vicious agitation.

He only lasted a few seconds before he fainted.

Boa. Douglas caught him. "Sleep, baby." He whispered sarcastically, "Don't worry your aunt. And shoved him onto Dr. Smith.

"There's another one here!" After a brief moment of horror, Dr. Smith, who reacted, exclaimed, "A stretcher is needed." ”

He looked back: "We didn't even notice it all this time - he saved us and ran with us for six floors." ”

"He's different."

Boa. Douglas said. "Do you need to take a look at this?" He handed the piece of stainless steel over, "Look at this depth - he's almost pierced." ”

***

Meanwhile, another group of people are busy on the second basement level of Manchester.

If someone asks what is the most valuable thing in a medical institution or research institute - no, of course it will not be those cold instruments and equipment, apart from those classified information and research results, the only thing that will make a researcher feel good is probably the section and the sample.

Those who took advantage of the chaos caused by the explosion to get into the heart of Manchester were aiming for the latter two. There was a lot of stuff to take with them, and the time it took to move samples (and keep them in specific containers) and disassembling the motherboard was frustrating.

"We could have set a fire here." One member complained. Not long after he entered the "Twelve Wings", he had a good family background and a pair of doting parents. Idleness all day, the violent "Twelve Wings" is his latest major sustenance, not one of them.

"Then we won't get the money." The ringleader said perfunctorily: "Wouldn't it be great that we could use this money to save whales and monkeys?" Use their weapons against them. ”

There are not many members involved in this event, and they know even less, so to speak. No one but the boss knew what they really wanted to do - wait until everything they needed was moved out. The boss placed the two suitcases under a table and pressed the start button. Unlike in the movies, there is no timer and no red light, only a green light as small as a sesame seed to indicate that it has been activated.

The members around the leader couldn't help but lick their lips: "This can blow up the entire hospital to the sky." ”

"We've given them time," said the ringleader, "and they've been able to evacuate all, oh, those exceptions." He tilted his head and pointed his chin at a few of the research and security personnel, "We have nothing to do about the necessary sacrifice - but it should be empty by now." ”

***

Brian knew he was acting recklessly and stupidly.

Their elevator was stuck on the second floor, but it wasn't affected by the blast. A small explosion in the hallway scattered them, and the pouring ceiling buried him, and he was not injured (minor scratches and bruises on his knees), but it took a lot of effort to get out, and there was no one in the hallway when he crawled out of the broken mineral wool board - he ran down the safe passage and into the reception hall, and at that moment, the real explosion on the second basement level occurred.

The glass door at the entrance was only a few feet away from him, and the concrete canopy had fallen entirely, and the steel bars implanted in the building's body had pulled it in, forming a triangle with the ground, and the gaps on both sides were uneven, but it was more than enough for one person to get out.

Brian was about to do so when he heard a cry for help.

He turned his head, and there was ash everywhere, the undamaged sprinkler system was still working, and an ominous stench filled the air.

Not far from him was a pillar that was supposed to fall, and the reason why it could not be said to be "down" was because someone was holding it.

It was a support column about three feet in diameter, reinforced concrete on the inside, and beautiful cloud-patterned marble hanging from an angle iron frame on the outside, heavy enough to crush a blue whale, but one man held it up.

Avery. Farmo.

Underneath him was his mother, who couldn't walk.

(To be continued) (To be continued)