Patients receiving clonal stem cell therapy are uniformly arranged on the ninth floor, that is, the highest floor of the inpatient department of Manchester Hospital, which is convenient for confidentiality and management, and the direct elevator requires a personal information card - some reporters take the elevator to the eighth floor, and then climb to the ninth floor through the security fire escape, but as soon as they push the door, the security personnel of Manchester Hospital have been waiting outside the door for a long time - they probably will never know that on the basement floor of the hospital, there is a small and independent monitoring room, which is specially set up for the ninth floor, There were people staring at the TV screens all over the wall 24 hours a day, and the security personnel on the ninth floor were the most in the entire hospital.

The time spent staring at a screen is the hardest, but that's what your job is, long, boring and stressful – a few seconds of negligence can ruin tens of thousands of hours of hard work – so smart people can always try to find some pleasure in this boring job that can lead to depression, and given that they are all men, looking at women is a matter of course.

In addition to the patients, the nurses are almost all women, and the person in charge of monitoring the screen can recognize almost every single one of them, they don't need to look at their faces, they are familiar with their breasts and buttocks, and the way they walk.

"Look at this, that's good." An enthusiastic guy said to his companion. The nurse on the screen is stepping out of the elevator, the monitoring probe is condescending, and the nurse's uniform is open with two buttons, "Wonderful fluctuations." He commented sweetly.

His companion looked at the surveillance screen inside the elevator - the nurse wore her hair in a tight bun and lowered her head slightly, she did have a big breast, she could see clearly even if she was holding the box all the time - well. That deep ravine, he quickly shook his head: "Is it Susie?" I don't remember any newcomers coming to the ninth floor recently. ”

"Maybe it's for the doctor."

"Ask Bob and see if anyone has applied for a temporary information card."

The subject of the questioning immediately pressed the button in front of him, and after waiting for a while, the phone was connected. Bob's voice came over the speaker, but before they could ask questions, there was a loud bang on the other end of the conversation, the sound waves vibrating through the small, confined room, and the human eardrums screeched in sharp pain.

***

Turn back a little bit.

There are four medical elevators on the ninth floor, which have no handrails. The front and rear doors can be opened, and in general, it is not recommended for doctors, nurses and visitors, who can use the two passenger elevators, and Brian has a temporary information card. He took Bo'er with him. Douglas and Daley were huddled in one elevator with a stern-faced, unsmiling clinical medical team, and the others had to wait for another, and Dr. Smith was with them, making sure they had information cards to start the elevator.

Boa. Douglas glanced at Sasha before entering the elevator, this little bastard was unexpectedly docile and silent today, Catherine really did not do a bad job, and little Hopkins was not afraid of Boa. Douglas. He just hates him like a blood-sucking cockroach.

The elevator door opened, and out came a nurse. As she walked over, Sasha smelled a clear smell of perfume.

Chiz. Carson gave him a quizzical look.

"It's nothing," Sasha said, "maybe today is her first day at work after a long vacation." "He smelled Guerlain's perfume, which was normal, nurses and doctors were also human, of course they could wear perfume, but he couldn't smell another smell that it should be—the smell of alcohol, drugs, disinfectants. Anthony. It's been more than a decade since Hopkins left the hospital, but occasionally he can still smell the smell that has been unusually familiar since he was a baby.

The elevator was shining. Directly facing the door is a silver mirror, and on top is a black mirror. Dense LED lights illuminate the interior of the elevator like stars, the floor is matte black titanium stainless steel, and the back panels and handrails on both sides are polished glossy stainless steel, which is cold to hold.

Lore, who was standing beside Sasha, moved, she was wearing a pair of thin-soled shoes today, and there was something under her feet that made her very uncomfortable, she removed her feet and looked down to see that it was a silver piece of metal, round, White House pattern, a coin worth one dollar.

She bent down to pick it up, but she only flicked it once, and it looked like something was glued to the floor.

"Don't be chewing gum." Lore grumbled in a low voice, she had decided to give up, but before she could straighten up, a hand grabbed her shoulder, caught her off guard and pulled her back violently, and she let out a scream, the back of her head hitting the glass mirror of the elevator.

Dr. Smith, who was standing at the button position, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the arm crossed his chest, and his fingers pressed "7", "6" rapidly.

The screen flashes an "8" in bold bold.

The elevator was instructed to do so.

"Hey!" Lore angrily protested that she wanted to slap Hopkins. Carson pounced on her and grabbed her.

The coins stuck to the floor vibrated very slightly, almost imperceptibly.

The number changed to "7".

"Get out as soon as the door opens!" He commanded sternly.

The elevator car sinks down slightly, first the car door, then the hall door. Light from the outside penetrates into the interior of the elevator.

Sasha pulled the gun from the holster hidden under his armpit, and before anyone (inside, and outside) could react, he shot through the tiny slit in the elevator door opening to the ceiling outside.

The number of guns owned by everyone in the Western Continent was three to four, and when they heard the gunshots, the people in the elevator immediately hugged their heads and curled up, while the people outside instantly lay down and ran away.

The coin vibrated suddenly, and even Lore and Chiz, who were hiding behind Sasha, could feel the tremor it bringing.

The car door continued to open, but the hall door remained about the width of a cat that could only fit in and out.

The people in the elevator looked up at the upper end of the car door, they heard the sound of rolling, and the goalball driven by the car door was trying to perform its duty, but its efforts were in vain, and ...... They probably don't have much time.

"Damn. It's broken! Lore exclaimed.

"Obviously." Sasha muttered.

Beelzebub's legs were capable of breaking stakes, rocks, and iron rods as some Tani fighters boasted, slightly less powerful than his Hopkins, but he was much more powerful than the average person — the little silver piece of iron was about an inch in diameter, but thicker than a real coin, about half an inch. It's a size like this, and it's stuck tightly to the metal floor, and you have to use a large screwdriver with a hard and thin end to pry it off.

Sasha. Hopkins calmly, with all his strength, pressed against the ground and kicked the ground, and the metal ground made a dull "clang" sound. The dull creature flipped and ejected—through the crack in the narrow door, through the hallway, and through the hallway, exploding as it shattered the window pane.

Before that, Sasha had raised his hand to cover his face, but there were still splashes of glass and metal shards tearing through his lambskin jacket and cotton shirt, skin and muscles. Behind him were Lore and Chiz. Lore let out a scream that was even sharper and more terrible than before, and her calf was cut. Chizz wasn't completely spared, the splinter hit her ear, creating a deep bone-visible wound in the corner of her eye, but she only shivered.

The elevator doors closed automatically, the numbers on the screen flashed, and the elevator was extremely quiet.

"That's ...... Bomb? Dr. Smith, curled up under the button panel, asked dryly.

A miniature ZD whose volume is disproportionate to its power, dimensions. The shape and color of the R43 (diameter) button type silver oxide battery is similar, and most of the people who use it are thieves and spies. Hopkins only went to deliver the goods with Pepi once at Christmas. Who knows, he'd almost die on it in just a few dozen days - thanks to the stubborn designer, neither thieves nor spies wanted the shock warning that might expose them or ZD.

Sasha turned his head, and just as he was about to say something, another sudden shock and roar interrupted his attempt.

The explosion was from the outside in.

The LED lights went out and the elevator was hurtling down in the darkness – this time not just Lore, but everyone. They couldn't help but scream except for the sand, accompanied by a high-pitched, piercing sound of metal scraping. The two-way safety gear served as a shield within six feet, and the elevator was stuck.

There was a not-so-pleasant smell in the car. There are still people crying.

"Good ......," Dr. Smith reassured in a trembling voice, "it's all right...... We ......" safe, he wanted to say that, but an ominous creak overshadowed his voice.

"What's that sound?" Chiz asked.

"Someone is opening the hall door below." Sasha said.

An oily voice came from the hollow elevator shaft: "Sasha baby? Harrow!? ”

Lore's mind was a mess, and she thought about throwing herself on the ground and shouting for help in the direction from which the voice came, but she heard something bad—something bad. She sat in the corner of the elevator and gagged herself with her fists.

Dr. Smith was also wise to remain silent.

There was another voice below, and it was the same person, and he actually blew a little tune happily, which was quite obscene and obscene, and he blew a few bars, and paused: "What do you think?" It's my favorite tune, it's a really good day today, the weather is nice, there are beautiful chicks everywhere, and this elevator, I love this elevator, they decorate the car with metal, right? It's a pity they don't use silver, which is the most conductive - my hand is on - what is this thing called? Anyway, I'm watching my little balls dripping up - my cute little mouse, little monster, do you prefer to roast slowly or cook quickly over high heat? ”

"I don't recommend that you do that." Sasha said calmly.

"Oh?"

"I have a Carson next to me, and a Lore."

"No one knows I've been here."

"Your abilities are your markers," Sasha said, "and there's surveillance probes everywhere here." "The monitoring room may have been destroyed, but now the monitoring records are uploaded directly to the switchboard.

Martin thought quietly for a while: "Okay...... "He's not the kind of person who is interested in politics and finance, but no one will not know about Lore, as for Carson, he seems to have heard a little, he knows that he is a small person, he can't afford to offend these two families, he is living quite happily now, and he is ready to get married and have children, and he doesn't know how to prove Sasha. Hopkins died at his own hands - his patron also mentioned that if he killed the ghoul and his children with his own hands, he would get all his fortune: "You won." He nodded thoughtfully: "So...... Good luck! ”

In the chaotic hallway, no one noticed the young man standing outside the elevator hall door, wearing a yellow shirt and white leggings full of naked women on his buttocks, he smiled at the small silver coin attached to the upper frame of the elevator door cover, put his hand in his trouser pocket (his thumb was exposed), and walked away quickly.

If they just died, Martin would regret the money he lost, but there was nothing wrong with that.

(To be continued) (To be continued)